The beach had become silent—unnaturally silent.
Only the soft hiss of the tide dared to move between the two figures standing in the storm's eye.
Lacolone cracked open a cola can with a sharp tch, the hiss of carbonation cutting through the tension. He drank slowly, almost mockingly, as the crowd watched in frozen disbelief.
Across from him, Valgor stood relaxed—arms crossed, a smile too calm to be human.
> "So…" Lacolone tilted his head, voice smooth but edged with iron.
"You're the strongest in the Revolutionary Army?"
Valgor's smirk deepened.
> "Why don't you find out?"
Lacolone's expression flattened.
> "Problem is… no weapons allowed here."
Valgor's eyes glowed faintly with inner fire.
> "This is pure strength," he said, stepping forward, aura humming against the sand. "We don't need weapons to kill."
He grinned wider, the sound of bone creaking beneath skin.
> "Men like us need permission just to use our hands."
Lacolone's gaze hardened.
> "You sound like a villain."
Valgor's answer came like thunder.
> "I am a villain… but only for villains."
Lacolone grinned back, teeth flashing in the sun.
> "To defeat evil… sometimes you need greater evil."
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The World Stops Breathing
The referee's trembling hand shot up.
> "BEGIN!"
For an instant, nothing moved.
The air itself hesitated.
Sand drifted lazily upward. The earth began to crack beneath their feet.
A distant tremor rippled through the coastline.
Then—BOOM.
Two auras erupted. Valgor's energy blazed gold-red like molten fire; Lacolone's flared deep crimson, dense and stormlike.
Lightning shot through a cloudless sky. The crowd screamed as sound and wind collided into chaos.
Jessica, shielding Maya from the pressure, whispered,
> "Their souls… are shaking the earth itself."
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Heaven Shatters
The fighters vanished.
In the next instant, air split apart as their fists met mid-sky. The shockwave shattered the horizon line, waves pulling back like retreating beasts.
People fainted. Cameras burst from overload. Sound itself fractured.
Their fists locked again—one red, one gold—veins pulsing like lightning.
Lacolone spun, his kick slicing the air. Valgor blocked with his shin. The impact screamed, sand vaporizing beneath their feet.
Thunder crackled through sunlight.
> "It's like a natural disaster!!" someone shouted.
From above, they looked like comets colliding—one crimson, one gold—exchanging thousands of strikes in seconds.
Even the referee collapsed, unable to breathe under their power.
> "The weak," Valgor snarled mid-fight, "can't even witness us!"
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Weapons of Will
Lacolone's backfist grazed Valgor's jaw. The giant laughed, spinning into a roundhouse that ripped a trench through the beach.
Jessica held Maya tighter.
> "These two monsters…"
Lacolone landed and smirked.
> "No referee now. No rules. No witnesses."
Valgor's laughter rolled like a storm.
> "Then let's stop holding back."
Golden light enveloped his arms. Metal scales erupted from his skin, merging flesh with weaponry.
Claws, sharp and gleaming, extended from his hands.
> "This is my Incarnation Armory," he said, voice distorted by energy.
Lacolone exhaled once, and the air around him shimmered.
He clenched an empty hand—SHIING!—two red-bladed swords materialized, followed by the sleek shadow of a gun forming from aura.
> "Then I'll bring out my toys too."
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War Unbound
Steel and gold collided.
Sparks filled the world. The gun roared, bullets of pure energy curving through the air like serpents.
Valgor caught one bare-handed, the explosion throwing seawater a hundred meters high.
> "The water's splitting!!"
Valgor slashed downward; claws carved trenches into molten glass.
Lacolone parried both blades, each strike releasing thunderclaps.
Above them, lightning mirrored their movements—every swing, every step echoed by heaven itself.
Jessica's voice was barely a breath.
> "This isn't a match anymore… it's war."
The sand beneath their feet turned to glass, shattered, then fused again from the heat of impact.
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The Storm's Heart
Valgor drove a claw into the sand; the entire shore detonated outward.
Lacolone countered with a gunburst, every bullet bending mid-flight, guided by aura precision.
The golden monster laughed, sparks raining down.
> "Good… GOOD!!"
They clashed again—dual swords against clawed fists—each contact brighter than fire, sharper than thunder.
The sea itself began to retreat, revealing jagged seabed as waves trembled in fear.
Jessica covered Maya's face.
> "If this continues… the island itself could sink."
But neither man slowed. Both were smiling now, blood streaking across their skin, eyes burning with madness.
> "You're insane," Lacolone breathed.
"And you're enjoying it," Valgor replied.
Their laughter met in the wind, two predators caught in the joy of ruin.
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Clash of Titans
They charged—final, inevitable.
Crimson swords met golden claws in a single, perfect cross strike.
The world broke.
The beach imploded into itself, sand and sea torn apart in a shockwave that roared for miles.
A single flash—red and yellow lightning entwined, stretching into the clouds.
From the mainland, it looked like a nuclear sunrise blooming from the ocean's edge.
Then silence.
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The Aftermath
Half the beach was gone.
The sea rushed in to fill the void, boiling at the edges.
Two silhouettes stood in the smoke, unmoving.
Jessica's heart hammered in her chest.
> "That impact…" she whispered. "It could've killed gods."
The haze parted—Lacolone's grin, split and bleeding; Valgor's eyes, wild and ecstatic.
> "This…" Valgor hissed, voice cracked and full of hunger, "is only the beginning."