Dante struck the ground hard on his back as Ganzo struck him with his powerful uppercut. Dante quickly got on his feet and stared down at Ganzo. "You have mana... but no elemental trait. Curious..." He moved his metal masked jaw as the punch slightly dislocated it. "So that's how you're able to strike me back, putting all your mana into your strength and body. Are you so weak that you need assistance in your own physical abilities?"

"Your crude words don't threaten my pride. In battle you use every advantage you have at your disposal. My comrades will capture your brother and so will the rest of your vile family."

"Weak words from a weak man. How long can you keep pouring mana into your body until it gives out. You may have caught me by surprise with your little trick, but it won't work again." Dante readies himself and puts both his fists up ready to fight. They both stared at each other waiting for either one to make the first move. The tension hung in the air, the noise inside the mansion filled the night air as everyone battled with each other. Dante’s bloodshot eyes stared hungrily at Ganzo. Slowly Ganzo began to pour his mana throughout his entire body until his whole body began to shimmer a dark blue glow aura.

Ganzo broke the tension striking first with incredible speed charging towards Dante. He threw a powerful punch, but Dante caught his fist with cat like reflexes. Ganzo's face showed disbelief on how he could've caught it. "I know how you work with that little trick you do, YOU WON'T CATCH ME OFF GUARD THIS TIME YOU LITTLE GNAT!" His voice raged with fire in his blood and with his free hand Dante punched Ganzo directly into his gut. The impact was so immense it sent Ganzo flying back hitting the brick walls of the gate. He struggled to get back up and immediately coughed blood out, nearly vomiting. With all the mana protecting him his strike was monstrous. Just pure raw strength was enough to make Ganzo bleed through all his protective defenses. Without fail Ganzo continues to pour every ounce of mana he has into his body. And charges again towards Dante.

Again, he swung but it was a bluff, as Dante went to catch his fist again, Ganzo used the mana to put more onto his feet. He dodges the grab and hits him with several lightning jabs to the side of his ribcage. Dante groans in pain and in annoyance trying to swing at Ganzo but he's too quick and proceeds to hit him with more jabs onto the other side. Dante becomes enraged and proceeds to swing fast at Ganzo pushing him back. As Dante takes a step to swing again Ganzo slides under his swing and is at crotch level. Pouring everything into his fist he targets Dantes vulnerable parts.

"ARGH! YOU DAMN COCKSUCKING RAT!" He leans over as he groans in pain and is sent flying back by another uppercut. This punch was way powerful and actually sent the behemoth several feet away. Dante lands right next to a fancy coach wagon slightly bleeding. Ganzo walks towards him ready to subdue him and arrest him but suddenly off to his peripheral there was a sudden burst of explosion. He turns to see smoke and fire rising in the distance where their H.Q is. "Oh, no. no no no that's not good."

"AAARGH!" Ganzo turns to see Dante pull out a medium size mason jar with a viscous red substance inside. He crushes it with his bare hand, and it leaks onto Dante's face. Red fumes emerged from the jar and the viscous substance became more liquid like and then gaseous. His blood shot eyes now fully became red with no trace of white in his eyes. His already protruding veins became even thicker than before and his muscles began to expand slightly. "What a hypocrite, I thought you were against anything enhancing your abilities."

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH YOU FILTHY RAT!" He gets up face blistering with rage and leaking the strange red concoction. He proceeds to grab the sides of the coach and lifts with some struggle but has fully lifted it in the air. Ganzos' face turns pale to see how unimaginable his strength is after he poured the liquid. Dante readies himself and swings the coach at Ganzo like a bat. Ganzo puts his hands up to block and pours every mana onto himself to protect him. As he swings the coach, he lets go mid swing and hurls at Ganzo with such force. It flies with Ganzo and hits through the mansion leaving a giant hole in the wall. He flies and lands on the decorated carpet landing just in front of the stairs. He put all his mana to protect himself from the force, but his body is still vibrating from the immense shock. As he tries to get up, Dante kicks Ganzo down to the floor and proceeds to plummet him with a barrage of fists.

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One after another the punches from Dante are taking a strain on Ganzo for all his strength is being drained to hold back the blows hitting his chest. He starts to feel lightheaded; he is about to black out from the fast barrage of fists. "NO! YOU DON'T QUIT THAT EASY YOU FUCKER!" He halts his assault on him and grabs him by his ankle and swings him across the room. Hitting the chandelier and landing on the railing to the second floor. He slides off slowly landing back down to the first floor breaking the floorboards. Ganzo is now panting with many cuts and wounds all across his body. But he refuses.

Weak and battered to a pulp he makes his final stand and yells a war cry to the top of his lungs. The blue dark aura that surrounded him now turns to a pinkish crimson red and rushes towards Dante. Dante rushes towards him as well and both of them strike at the same time hitting their fists. Back to back, blow after blow they fired barrages of fists at each other. The force was like a seismic shockwave, all the debris and rubble were all pushed back by the force of their killing blows. Ganzo's mouth is spatting blood with each movement. Dantes eyes were watering but instead of tears it was blood. Ganzo makes a powerful punch that makes Dante slide back. As he was sliding, Ganzo charges in and proceeds to unleash a flurry of punches to his stomach. The jabs were incredibly fast that it looked almost a blur. " WEAK WEAK WEAK! PUNCH ME MORE, I WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE FILL WITH DESPAIR WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU CAN'T HURT ME!" Dante stretches his arms wide open to let Ganzo have his rage at him. The punches don't seem to faze him, but he ignores it and continues to unleash his wrath on him.

He continues to laugh at him maniacally. He doesn't budge an inch and continues to take all of his punches but suddenly. Splat. Through the metallic mask it leaks out blood. He coughs and gurgles confused on what's happening to him. Now his whole body seems to react to every punch twitching at every impact. " You say that you can't feel my attacks! But that doesn't mean you're not taking any damage at all! For a guy who has monstrous mass you sure don't have a lot of brains! Calling me weak when you yourself had to take that mysterious jar just to get back up! If you ask me, the weak one here is you!!!!" Ganzo's mana that was being distributed throughout his body is now all being directed to his right fist. It glowed bright hot red and almost looked as if it was steaming. He gives one final long sky tearing war cry and punches Dante directly in the face. The blood that pooled in his masked splashed everywhere giving the appearance that he exploded his head. The contact of the mask made a high ringing sound that would give anyone inside the entrance the most ear bleeding tinnitus in the universe. He flies back hitting the crashed coach wagon. He slumps on top of the debris wagon bleeding immensely from his face. Dante is out cold wounded and his abdomen darkened and purpled from the insane number of punches he had taken.

Ganzo's hand filled with mana finally disperses from his fist. He pants and his breathing is heavy. He is covered in bruises and deep flesh wounds and lacerations. The blood from Dante covers his face as it drips to the floor. He takes a step, but his knees buckle under his weight and collapse on his back. His breathing turns to a heavy wheezing. The damage done to him by Dante was severe. The once pristine and dust free entrance way was now a war torn slum of debris. But he is proud that he got one monster out of the way. Now it is up to his party members to finish the job and hopes that they can catch that sleepless tyrant. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to rest before passing out in the muck of all the destruction in front of the incapacitated monster.