Tyson's golden eyes widened to their absolute limits, the brilliant irises trembling as his mind violently tried to stitch together the horrific puzzle of his past.
The image of his mother and sister, long buried in the quietest, most painful corner of his soul, flashed before his eyes.
The world around him completely lost its sound.
"What did..." Tyson's voice was barely a whisper, a broken, breathless sound that died in his throat. "What did you—"
Before the final syllable could leave his lips, the space in front of him collapsed.
Malkor didn't wait for the realization to settle. With cold, absolute efficiency, Malkor drove his left fist straight into the center of Tyson's exposed jaw.
*BOOM!*
The pure physical force of the punch detonated with the weight of a falling mountain, completely shattering Tyson's remaining defensive posture. The impact launched him backward across the central sector like a human bullet.
Tyson crashed violently into the dirt, his body skipping twice over the solid ground, the he hit a stone pillar.
The stone pillar cracked under the pressure, showering his shoulders with sharp debris.
For a second, he lay motionless in the rising dust. Then, his fingers dug deep into the bedrock, tearing the stone to pieces as an ungodly, suffocating pressure began to radiate from his frame.
Tyson pushed himself up. He stood unsteadily, his boots shaking slightly as he forced his legs to lock straight. Dark, thick crimson blood dripped heavily from his mouth, splattering against his torn uniform, but he didn't even bother to wipe it away. His golden aura,suddenly exploded outward in a chaotic, jagged wall of blinding fire.
"You're the bastard who killed them," Tyson rasped, his voice shifting from a low growl into a terrifying, guttural roar. His teeth bared in a snarl of pure, unrestrained malice. "I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna tear you to pieces!"
*BOOM.*
Tyson lunged. The physical speed was so violent that the bedrock beneath his feet instantly vaporized into fine powder.
He closed the ten-yard distance in a microsecond, his face contorted into an expression of absolute, blinding rage.
He unleashed a savage, high-velocity right hook aimed directly at Malkor's perfect face.
To maximize the lethality, Tyson bent the law of kinetic transfer, trying to compress the entirety of his planetary physical strength into the single point of impact, before the strike even landed.
Malkor did not move a single inch to dodge. Instead, he willed the local progression of time to lag in a tight, concentrated radius directly in front of his cheek.
Tyson's incoming right cross suddenly hit the invisible wall of temporal distortion, slowing down until it hung motionless in the air,
With Tyson's primary weapon suspended in time, Malkor countered with a swift, vertical palm thrust aimed directly at Tyson's sternum.
Malkor simultaneously warped the gravity beneath Tyson's boots, pulling his physical mass upward into the trajectory of the incoming strike.
Sensing the danger, Tyson took the attack head on
*BANG—!!!*
Malkor's palm struck Tyson's reinforced forearm. The sheer, unyielding force generated a deafening, shockwave.
But Tyson was still standing he absorbed the attack and stored the energy inside he's body then he
launched a devastating, low-sweeping kick toward Malkor's knees,
BANG!!
Malkor fell to one knee, but Tyson was done he stepped inside he's guard punched Malkor directly in he's face release all the stored energy "zero point"
BOOM
The punched connected perfectly with Malkor perfect face and it sent him flying
Meanwhile at the side lines everyone where shocked
,renji narrowed he's eyes "that's Elias move, Zero point, but for some reason this isn't has strong as Elias own "
"Yes it's connected,that should be enough" Alina icter said , but renji intercepted her"no it's not Malkor is stronger,"
"Yeah renji is right Alina, Malkor is stronger but
Tyson is closing the gap" zorin Lyx said
"How? " Renji asked looking confused,
"It's simple if Tyson by chance loses, Malkor would be drained and then we can finish him" Zorin Lyx replied as he smiled " either ways we've won"
Renji frowned as he thought to himself " I hope he's right, orelse we're doomed"
Feets away the rest of the 10th division where surprised to see Tyson use Elias special move
Zero point, "damn that guy is good, I wanna fight him " Jaxen said smiling "seriously Jaxen why are you like this " kealen said as he continued pulling Jaxen by he's collar
Rook was behind them thinking to himself as he walked with Vela " Jaxen has always been positive, I think that's he's way of being calm right now I'm sure he knows what's going on and I'm sure Vela knows but they just want to relieve the pressure from the team"
Back to the fight
Malkor slowly stood up then he wiped the blood from he's nose "impossible,my blood...." Before Malkor could get he's act together .
Tyson stepped deeper into Malkor's guard, his face a mask of pure fury.
He entered a frantic, relentless close-range boxing routine, unleashing a barrage of short, explosive upper-cuts and hooks. His fists blurred into a chaotic wheel of golden fire, striking at Malkor's chest, ribs, and face.
*BANG! BANG! CRACK! BANG!*
Malkor met the chaotic assault with absolute, chilling serenity.
Moving only his upper torso, he executed a series of flawless, microscopic slips and parries.
He deflected Tyson's left hook with the back of his hand, tilted his chin by a fraction of a millimeter to let a straight right graze his cheek, and stepped back half a pace to completely nullify the explosive upper-cuts.
Tyson's rage had stripped him of his precision; his strikes were heavier, but they were predictable.
Seeing a massive opening in Tyson's overextended guard, Malkor lunged forward, He drove a heavy right straight directly into Tyson's fractured ribs, followed instantly by a sweeping left hook to the jaw, and a brutal knee strike aimed straight at Tyson's diaphragm.
*BANG! CRACK! THOOM!*
The brutal combination hit Tyson with full, unmitigated force. The knee strike to his diaphragm completely forced the air from his lungs, lifting his boots off the gravel floorboards and launching him ten yards backward. Tyson hit the ground hard, rolling over his shoulder as he spat out a thick glob of blood, his teeth grinding together in pure defiance as he forced himself right back onto his feet.
"I'm not... done yet!" Tyson screamed,
He lunged for a massive, pivoting right cross, putting the entire weight of his existence into the blow.
But Malkor casually stepped inside the trajectory of the punch. Malkor grabbed Tyson's extended right wrist with his left hand, simultaneously wrapping his right hand around Tyson's throat. Malkor twisted his torso, utilizing a flawless martial throw that used Tyson's own forward momentum against him, and slammed him violently down into the stone floorboards.
*CRASH—!!!*
The impact pulverized the bedrock, creating a twenty-foot crater of shattered stone and rising dust. Tyson gasped, his vision blurring as the back of his head bounced hard against the rock. Before he could pull himself away, Malkor placed his heavy feets directly onto Tyson's chest, pinning him into the center of the crater with immense, unyielding downward pressure.
Malkor stood tall over the crater, his golden-white hair shifting gently in the wind. His perfect face was completely calm, his deep golden eyes looking down at the defeated human with a look of profound, philosophical indifference. He didn't look triumphant; he looked disappointed.
"You are remarkably strong, human," Malkor spoke, his clear, melodic voice echoing across the entire silent canyon. "Your abilities are exceptional. But your rage... your rage does not strengthen you. It holds you back. Emotions are nothing but weakness. I'm afraid I must send you to your mother's grave ."
On the sidelines, the silence was suddenly shattered.
"Nooooooooooooooo!!!"
Elias screamed, the sound tearing from his throat with such raw, agonizing intensity that it sounded barely human.