The boy looks at Kyoot Kint with eyebrows raised in surprise. “To think an eighth stage is this strong.” Looking down at himself. “Breaking through the toughness of the buffalo.” Looking up toward the sword. “Your attack power is truly amazing. But, how long can you sustain such strength?”

Kyoot Kint harrumphs. “You can run around all you like. I’d like to know how long you can sustain that form.”

The boy’s technique disappears as only ki buffalo legs appear. “A match of endurance it is.” The sword slashes toward the boy as he begins running.

Kyoot Kint frowns. “To think at such a prestigious event. I’m stuck with a coward who runs for his life.”

The boy continues dodging left, dodging right and jumping around. “All that matters is the result.”

The chase lasts for about a minute before Kyoot Kint stops. The sword hovering by her side.

“Already tired?” asks the boy.

Kyoot Kint ignores him and begins making another array. The boy immediately brought back his full body technique and charged forward. Kyoot Kint looks up with smiling eyes. Her ki sword begins to lightly glow as it’s presence increases multiple fold. The single remaining crack closing at a fast, visible rate.

The boy felt extreme danger but didn’t stop. Instead he roared, “Buffalo’s Path!” Every step he took came with a “thump” and every breathe seemed to puff out white smoke. His arms were tucked like a buffalo’s horns before collision. It was as if an angry buffalo was charging you with it’s full might.

Kyoot Kint softly spoke, “Falling Sword.” The winds whirred as the light glow from the sword carved a path toward the charging boy. The boy didn’t flinch underneath the threat of the sword. He could feel every fiber of his being yelling at him. He knew this was his only chance.

As the charging buffalo and falling sword closed the gap. Every “thump” seemed to coincide with a heartbeat. Kyoot Kint felt unease hearing the stomping.

The two attacks were about to clash. The boy’s arms shot out like horns looking to pierce through their opponent. The ki sword falling as if it’s only natural to cleave all in its path.

“Craboom!” Reverberations of ki whipped outward, the fleeing winds screaming. In the midst of the scene the two attacks were slightly shaking as they fought for dominance. Kyoot Kint’s face unknowingly was pale as she fought for victory. The boy fought for control as he lightly changed the angle of his attack. Looking for a spot to break through.

After a few seconds Kyoot Kint poured as much ki as she could for a second wind. The boy noticing the increasing strength felt the fear of defeat. Instead of jostling for an angle he focused on simply overpowering the sword. The increased output caused the winds to turn even more frantic.

“crack.” A silent fracture in the sword appeared. Blood dripping from Kyoot Kint’s nose.

A line of blood streaked from the boy’s lip to his chin. His brows hid some of his eyes. Giving him the look of a wounded animal. Battling for it’s life in a final stand.

After ten breaths of time. Simultaneously, the ki sword shattered as the boy’s arms fell limp. His knees slamming against the arena beneath him. Kyoot Kint coughed up blood. She watched as her array shattered with the sword. She looked up to see the boy. His full body technique was slowly dispersing as his chest heaved up and down. Kyoot Kint gritted her teeth. I have to. She began crafting another array. She was moving quickly while coughing up blood from the exertion.

Her vision is a bit fuzzy. But this is an array that she’s created many times. To the point she could create this array blindfolded.

The boy only felt weakness. His head hung low, fallen to his knees, arms limp. He was having trouble focusing solely on his breathing. After an undetermined amount of time. There isn’t a call to victor, could she… His mind trailed off as he forced his head to rise. He saw Kyoot Kint. Her right hand crafting an array while her left hand was covered in blood. A chance. The boy attempted to move his body to no avail. He stopped and focused on drawing in ki.

This is the after effect of using extremely powerful ki techniques. One could very well be left with no chance. Except to grasp at the straws of time. Hoping to draw in enough ki to finish a fight.

Kyoot Kint finally finished her array. She slapped her palms down. Her face flushing red. A small ki spear appeared. She looked up through her hair that had fallen over her face. She saw the boy attempting to regain strength. Her eyes became sharp. The ki spear shooting forward.

At this moment Kyoot Kint didn’t care if the boy was killed. All she wanted was victory at any costs.

“Aghhh!” howled the boy in pain. The ki spear pierced through his left shoulder.

Kyoot Kint gritted her teeth. Her focus was so bad that she couldn’t direct the spear to where she wanted. She mumbled, “As long as it hits.” The ki spear spun around in the air. Preparing to pierce the boy again.

A hand clamped down on the ki spear. “As referee I deem this match concluded. The winner: Kyoot Kint.”

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Kyoot Kint smiled as joy filled her. I’m really in the top 32. With the tension released she fell over unconscious. The boy although not unconscious. Couldn’t move his body due to the damage and fatigue.

The two were taken from the arena to get healed.

Rhode Kint is currently sitting down. Her face extremely serious. To think she really took down a ninth stage with a full body technique. Now, it’s my turn to reach the top 32. She felt the pressure on her shoulders as she looked toward the board.

There are a few people who are favorites to reach the final battle. And she happened to be facing one of the favorites in her upcoming match. She had seen him fighting earlier and understood. Her chance of winning is non existant. This would be like facing her brother. Who she still didn’t know was how deep his strength truly is.

Raja Kint and Exochos Kint were pleasantly surprised by her victory. Neither of them were sure if she would win against a ninth stage with a full body technique. She instead displayed prowess to hold her own. Raja Kint felt happy for his senior sister. She’s made some serious leaps since the Lerup Sect. There’s no way she isn’t getting picked now.

Exochos Kint says, “Seems you two may be the only eighth stages in the top 32. My sister will probably lose.”

“There’s another eighth stage but I don’t know if he’ll advance any further,” says Raja Kint.

Time moves and Rhode Kint is called to the arena.

She steps out and opposite her is a good looking boy. The two step onto the stage and the boy warmly smiles at her.

“Let’s have a good match,” says the boy.

“Yeah.”

The bell rings three times. Rhode Kint’s butterfly wings unfurl, revealing their beauty. A dim white light covered her body with aurora like eyes.

The boy’s eyes widened. “Such a pretty technique.”

Rhode Kint smirked. “Hold tight.” Her light blue and yellow wings vigorously flapped.

The boy smiled as he stays still despite the winds. Moving his right hand over his mouth. “You’ll get tired doing this.”

Rhode Kint narrowed her eyes as she began flapping even harder. The wind howled as the boy’s upper body began swaying backward. His eyes were barely open because of the wind.

Rhode Kint says, “That sticky ki you have won’t let you hold forever.”

“I’ll hold longer than you can last. Unless you can force me into the air.”

Rhode Kint frowned. She saw a bit of his earlier fighting and knew her chances of winning a physical fight were slim. The way the boy used his sticky ki was ingenious. Rhode Kint stopped flapping her wings out of annoyance.

The boy swiped his forehead. “If you continued I might’ve really fallen out.”

Rhode Kint gritted her teeth in anger.

“My turn.” The boy sprinted toward her.

Rhode Kint flapped her wings. Closing the distance nearly instantly. She slammed her right wing into the boy. Causing him to grunt. But, instead of being sent away his left hand was stuck to her wing. Swinging his body he double kicks Rhode Kint. Rhode Kint crosses her arms, taking on the kick. She’s shocked when the kick connects. As she’s the one sent flying with pain wracking her body.

She flaps her wings to regain balance. She looks to see the boy crouching while tilting his body toward her. Rhode Kint raises an eyebrow. She decides to flap her wings to close the distance. The boy lets loose and instantly appears before Rhode Kint. His head slams against her’s forcing out a yelp of pain.

“What the heck! How did you close the distance so fast.” She looks up to see nobody. Surprised, she does a 360 degree turn causing her heart to drop. “Are you avoiding a head on fight.”

“Yes.”

Rhode Kint’s stomach drops as a fist comes into view from thin air and slams into her face. The boy fully appears with a full body ki technique of a chameleon.

“Pretty cool one right. Most wouldn’t really understand the great aspects of a chameleon in battle. But it’s truly incredible.” He crouches over again toward Rhode Kint.

Rhode Kint flaps her wings while rubbing her face. I thought I could push him. But, this feels kind of hopeless. He’s fast, strong and can be invisible. After the last thought she watches as the boy disappears before her eyes again. She rapidly flies around the arena not wanting to be a sitting target. Damn, now i’m paranoid of him hitting me. But, these techniques are exhausting toward both parties. She frowns. I’m the one who can’t endure a battle of endurance.

She decides to land and stant still. To her left the boy appears with a smile. “Are you giving in now?”

“No. You’re annoying but annoying isn’t enough to beat me.”

The boy scratches his head. “Annoying. Is that all I am?” His brows lower as he rushes forward. Rhode Kint runs forward as well. Once the boy is close enough she closes her wings around him as her aurora eyes activate her illusion. The boy’s eyes close.

“It’s too late once my wings close.” Rhode Kint rushes forward and throws a punch. An inch away from connecting her punch is grabbed.

“Your illusions don’t work against me.” The boy raises Rhode Kint into the air. Slightly bending his right leg. He sends her hurtling toward the ground. Just a few feet from the ground the boy’s right leg explodes like a cannon landing squarely on her chest. Rhode Kint spits out a line of blood as she’s sent flying through the air.

She slams into the ground. Rolling over multiple times. The boy arrives in a moment as he preps and sends a punch. “Pow!” Rhode Kint’s body bounces off the ground as her ki technique disappears.

The boy lightly shakes his hand. “For an eighth stage you’re already quite strong. If you were at my stage then this may have been more interesting.”

The boy is declared the winner as Rhode Kint is sent for healing.