137 An Unfinished Battle
A figure jumped out from the arena stands as he landed on the battle stage causing it to shake due to his weight.
Aildris slowly rose from his crouched expression as he looked at Zeras before him. Even though he had witnessed the earlier exchange between Zeras and Eliot, it still wasn’t enough to make his heart shudder in him.
“3…2..1. Go!”
“I believe we have an unfinished battle don’t we?..” Aildris’s voice rang out like thunder as he slammed his right leg into the ground, his hands placed on his lowered waist.
Zera’s eyes looked at Aildris as he nodded. It was true their earlier fight wasn’t finished the last time.
“Then let’s finish it here…” Zeras said as he prepared himself, hardening his fist to the highest level possible.
“And if I remember correctly of the fight the last time, you were completely bested by me…” Aildris said a prideful smirk on his diamond scales face.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, I was just starting…”
BANG
As if in earlier preparation, both figures immediately disappeared from where they stood as a fist slammed on a fist.
Two figures could be seen in the arena their fist bonded together causing sparks to emerge mid-air and space to flow chaotically at the point of collision.
Zeras felt the power behind the blue-scaled fist which was enough to stop his fist dead in its track but he immediately clenched his teeth tightly as he exerted strength, blowing Aildris away. Aildris’s smile widened with battle lust as he felt the power in Zera’s fist which completely rivaled his full strength.
His eyes looked at Zeras challengingly but he saw nothing but plain less as he felt the power beneath Zera’s fist suddenly erupt massively like an opened damn and his hands immediately recoiled back.
His eyes widened in shock due to the sudden strength spike but his vision immediately flashed black and white in the next second as a punch smashed into his jaw and he was sent flying backward, digging his hands into the battle stage before coming to a stop.
Aildris shook his head clearing the dizziness away as he slowly stood upright.
Looking straight in front of him was a Zeras who had his two arms folded together as he looked at him expressionlessly.
“Hmmmm, your strength has massively increased than the last time we fought. Good, perhaps this battle won’t be so meaningless after all…” Aildris said, a satisfied smile on his face as he suddenly clenched his hands into a fist and just like the last time, blue runic lines appeared on them and Zeras felt his strength in those arms quickly spiking.
As if that wasn’t enough, two more arms suddenly tore out from his left and right armpit, the same runic lines appearing on them.
“How do you think of my second genetic ability, Zeras?” Aildris asked, his smile widening devilishly.
“Tch, riff-raff…” Zeras said loudly as he slammed his legs on the ground and pressed off the ground, shaking the battle stage.
His body tore through the air and a massive fist rapidly extended in Aildri’s eyes.
“As expected of someone I consider a rival!!!” Aildris immediately clenched his four hands into a fist as he threw out his punch too.
BOOOM
The arena shook from their power as a circular ear-bursting sound rang through the arena.
Aildris’s smile widened in battle lust as he moved his lower fist and slammed it towards Zeras who also smashed out his left fist.
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
A flurry of fistfights immediately broke out as phantom images of hundreds of fists appeared mid-air surrounding them both as both fighters went all out none of them retreating backward for even a single second nor even bothering to dodge.
A fist slammed on Zera’s jaw sending him skidding backward as his head bent to the ground from the force, but he stopped his motion as he rose back slamming hundreds of fist images at Aildris.
Aildris felt a mind-numbing force slam on his jaw as he also skidded backward almost getting sent up in the air, but he kept his standing with brute strength as he delivered hundreds of punches at Zeras.
Every punch was like an earthquake and it made all the New Cadets feel their heart spiking as they knew well in their mind.
They would have been reduced to meat patty in the first three seconds of the fist fight…
“Hahaha. Do you feel it Zeras? The urge that I feel. This incredible addiction of mine. This is where real warriors belong, in the fight…”
Aildri’s roar rang out to Zeras as they both attacked crazily with all their strength.
“Every punch, every blood drop, they create the most fantastical feeling nothing in this world can ever rival. This is the truth behind every diamond race expert. We aren’t battle maniacs, no. We just longed for this fantastical feeling. This feeling we couldn’t get enough off…”
Aildris said his eyes shining with battle lust, like a drunkard intoxicated with the smell of the finest wine present in the entire world.
Zeras could feel it, his own heart pumping rapidly in his chest as cuts appeared all over his body. It was a feeling he truly couldn’t describe, it was a feeling nothing short of simply wondrous. It filled him with the desire to continue forever, it told him this was why he was born.
“Don’t you feel pity at the weak, Zeras. They would never be able to feel this feeling. They would never have the experience of their heart pumping ten times faster and their blood revolving without limits. Why? Because they are weaklings. So why would anyone ever want to remain weak, why wouldn’t we risk hell and heaven just to grow strong?
Only the strong will survive Zeras, only they will enjoy the most of this world. That you should know at least much…” Aildris said, radiating an unbelievable amount of battle lust.
“Nonsense…”
‘Activate Dash…”
Zeras roared in his mind as he suddenly faded away, dodging all Aildris attacks.
Aildris’s eyes widened in shock seeing Zeras disappear into thin air, but soon he felt a presence beside him.
Zeras faded away as he appeared to Aildris’s right and slammed a full-powered punch containing all his strength at his head.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
A figure was immediately sent spinning uncontrollably in the air, but Zeras wasn’t done as he appeared at Aildri’s left and delivered another mighty punch.
Blood poured out of Aildris’s mouth staining his teeth red, but he only felt even greater joy. Though his muscles were whittling down as he was sent around the place like a ball unable to keep up with Zera’s barrage.
Zeras rapidly covered the distance between him and Aildris as his palm clasped his face and he slammed his head on the battle stage tearing completely through it before he rose him up and revolved in the air with speed before flinging him out.
Aildris ripped through the battle stage bringing it to complete ruins as he slammed on the ground outside the battle stage and was completely lodged in it.
The arena went gravely silent as Zeras slowly walked toward the lying Aildris and crouched before him.
His fingers extended forward as he wiped away the blue blood at Aildris’s mouth.
“The weak might be truly pitiful and all. But whether they survive or not, how do we get to decide…” Zeras wiped the blood from his lips as he slowly stood up and moved away.
Aildris looked at the arena sky, his gaze lost for a few seconds but a smile soon appeared on his face as he gently murmured.
“Whether the weak get to survive or not, the strong don’t get to decide. Thank you Zeras…” Aildris said looking at that towering back and white hair that was slowly getting more distant as darkness soon set in.
“Winner, Zeras Celestria.”
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