Threatening Round Start of Supposed Friendly Rematch

Blazing ball constructs emerged within the Ketsueki Valley and illuminated the bright light like a dawn sun. The living construct itself kept hovering forward on the valley area, scanning it from left to right.

The blazing ball calmly halted the fleeing movement when it already marked the spawning spot in the endless crystalized ground. Hence, scorching four limbs resembled a humanoid blooming out from both upper and below parts of the living construct itself.

Then, a scorching explosion alongside blinding light soared through the surroundings. The explosion itself covered the crystalized ground in a wide circle before it vastly blinked out all, spawning a humanoid made of molten flame.

The molten humanoid raised its scorching hand that omitted a gulp of flaming ball levitating on the palm. The humanoid initiated its crushing grip and dispersed the flaming ball into untraceable dust.

At the same time, all of the molten surfaces covering the humanoid figure dissolved until no leftover was left. Sparror was once again resurfaced to the physical world and he darted the lantern eyes to the dark afternoon sky.

A relief was grasped by The Flaming Hero when he closed the lantern eyes, turning his face into full void-black. He also tightly clenched the armored fist to embrace the tranquility within this isolated space.

'Let's hope I'm still worthy of possessing this power.' Sparror mumbled through his mind. 'Win or lose will determine the answer….I…guess…so.'

Therefore, a shimmering yellow light illuminated the void-black face of Sparror, forming the lantern eyes in a split second. A shining lantern eyes that were now filled with a wondering and mesmerizing mood as he raised the armored palm, tilting his head from left to right.

'It's lucky Southern Shield offered me a rematch.' Sparror complimented gladfully toward his mind and tightened the clenching fist. 'Because at the same time I wanted to see if I've gotten weaker or not.'

'Especially thanks to that wonderful…Yukishari Hills.' Sparror added happily and nodded his head to the crystalized ground.

Sparror sheepishly chuckled, 'Watching that Aurora was indeed beautiful, but watching Yuna express her happiness there already made me gladful..and…maybe..satisfied.'

'However, I will try my best to not let that thought overwhelm me in the fight.' Sparror remarked.

The cooling time for The Flaming Hero was short-lived with an approaching golden light soaring through his armored forehead. Sparror quickly darted the gleaming lantern eyes in a heedful demeanor as he was now captured the clear glimpse of the presence.

A glowing presence halted the fleeing movement and shrunk down the brightness until it finally revealed a floating object. It was the golden shield levitated, rapidly twirled the sharpened side resembling an active buzzsaw.

Sparror raised the opened grip with molten flame materialized through all of his armored fingers. A contorting gasp, similar to a panicked young man howled across the surroundings for witnessing an abrupt discovery occurred on the golden shield.

Thousands of golden sparkles arose through the spinning surface, manifested into a golden muscular figure when assembling above the shield. The golden figure crossed both of his hands to form a letter X as more golden sparkles flung into its body, becoming one with the figure.

With the last golden sparkles fled through the golden figure itself, he began to raise his total blank face of his. The Flaming Hero sluggishly took a few steps back from the glittering figure with cautiousness heated up within his head.

Moreover, The Flaming Hero witnessed the glittering figure disband the X-positioned hands. The clear result was the entire glittering-golden sparkles hushedly latching on his body dissipated in an instance, unveiling the crystal clear picture of the person under the sparkles themselves.

The person was none other than Southern Shield who came down to the ground and briskly landed in a duck position. The Arrogant Shaolin lifted his kneecaps till he regained a steady standing position and glared a thrilling stare toward his blazing opponent, Sparror.

"The Flame Boy has arrived once again." Southern Shield declared joyfully and unfolded his grin.

"Zuyah!!" Sparror replied with his contorting voice.

A bemused look shimmered through Southern Shield's face and bit half part of his lips on facing the oddness that showed up from his opponent. With The Arrogant Shaolin succumbing to the confusion, Sparror quickly raised his surprised eyes.

The Flaming Hero heaved the molten-opened grip above his forehead, proceeding to snap his armored finger. It created an echoing noise of the metal being clashed with another and a flaming ball popped out on the right side of Sparror.

"I meant it's good to see you again, Southern Shield." An echoing voice of a young man emerged when the flaming ball illuminated the molten light and vastly dimmed out the brightness with the sentence's end.

Southern Shield firmly crossed both of his arms and nailed his impressed frown at Sparror who slowly rested down the snapping molten hand. The revelation of the new communication way with the flaming ally enlightened a spark of bizarreness within The Arrogant Shaolin's mind by tilting his head to the left.

"I see you already changed, Flame Boy." Southern Shield exclaimed. "In terms of how you recently talked to me."

"Especially that, I could hear your voice from that…fireball beside you." Southern Shield added and locked his diverted glare toward the hovering flame ball, observing further information about The Flaming Hero.

Sparror nodded gladly and the flaming ball began to awaken molten light for engaging in the relaxing conversation with The Arrogant Shaolin, "Yeah…I'm very glad that my new way of communication is working very well."

"I was also shocked when I discovered this new feature. It felt that I'm slowly embracing maybe.. an alien side of mine." Sparror remarked with him convinced his mind to replay the moment on Yukishari Hills.

An exact moment of him standing near the chilling lake and watching the reflection of himself before it reduced into nothingness. It vastly brought Sparror into the reality, encouraging an alleviating sight shone inside the yellow-lantern eyes as he walked two steps forward.

"Alien side of yours. You made one odd point, Flame Boy." Southern Shield mentioned with a breezy tone.

Sparror shrugged it off and flickered the flaming ball with a sound of contorting chuckled emerged on the scene, "Well…that's how I said..hehe."

"Besides, I'm not only here trying to prove my physical change," Sparror remarked and hoisted the blazing grip beside his left cheek. "I also want to prove if the two weeks break time weakened my power or not."

A burst of baffling laughter was declared by Southern Shield and forced him to put down the crossing hand as the laugh went higher in each passing second. Sparror heaved a puzzling furrow toward The Arrogant Shaolin who ended the laughter with him swallowing the saliva, gazing down at the reflecting surface of the crystallized ground.

"You're not the only one who changed, Flame Boy." Southern Shield uttered in an enraged tone demeanor as he slowly raised his head.

The Flaming Hero frowned in despair when he witnessed his Shaolin friend give him a wrathful glare. A glare that indirectly commanded Sparror to take a few steps back with his unnerving legs, initiating a quick scan of Southern Shield's entire limbs.

Sparror gasped in bitter worriedness after the scanning process was done, and halted the steps from going back. The Flaming Hero rushedly propelled the blazing grip on the front for raising the alertness to his Shaolin Friend's recent demeanor, luring the flaming ball to hover closer on its master.

Southern Shield pointed his finger and infuriatingly spoke, "Because I've already grasped a golden opportunity and you were the main component for that, Sparror."

"What opportunity do you truly seek, Southern Shield?" The flaming ball rapidly flickered as Sparror revealed the stunning glance he concisely locked at The Arrogant Shaolin. "Is this related to gaining more power, so you can become stronger than Blue Winter!!!!?"

"Wrong guess, Sparror." Southern Shield defied The Flaming Hero's answer and declared a crushing grip.

Sparror groaned and shook his head, "Then what, reviving your loved one who died in…Xan Xiang tragedy I guess."

"Seriously, what happened to you…Southern Shield?" Sparror asked with a distorting worried voice blurted out from the flickering-fire ball.

A thunderbolt shock glimmered all over Southern Shield's face as he was frozen in utter disbelief. No sign or even a flinch of movement was detected within The Arrogant Shaolin, turning him into a statue.

"Still want to continue the roleplay after Sparror already correctly guessed your true attention?" The telepathic voice of Mistress Foreseen entered Southern Shield's mind like a hushed wind and echoed an assuring question.

With the presence of Mistress Foreseen resurfacing, The Arrogant Shaolin swiftly opened a pleasured smile. He uplifted his opened grip to witness the precise view of the afternoon sky, hastily engulfing a golden sparkle.

A gleaming sparkle illuminated Southern Shield's entire knuckle instantly, morphing the hand into a molten golden color. The molten golden grip also called forth the shield to flung down toward its master direction.

Hence, Southern Shield fluently caught with a single swipe from the solidified golden grip and he propelled the shield to the front like a chakram player preparing for the throwing phase. The Arrogant Shaolin stretched further both of his feet and pressed the kneecaps after grasping a spark of encouragement on continuing the recent activity.

"Of course, I wanted to continue this roleplay, Temple Ghost." Southern Shield remarked excitedly. "The reason is simple, I am just eager to see the possibility of fighting The Flame Boy in serious terms."

"Also regaining..perhaps..the heroic spark." Southern Shield added. "Either way, I'm very much ready to face Flame Boy's current state. A current state that was able to stand a chance against The Distrunian leader.

"Or should I say One enemy who I couldn't face back then before because I'm not strong enough?" Southern Shield released a telepathic sigh in disappointment.

"All I can say is, good luck with the match and I hope…you can take the victory, Southern Shield." Mistress Foreseen replied with a reposed tone.

The presence of Mistress Foreseen would soon gust away from The Arrogant Shaolin's mind. Her departure left a relieving note for Southern Shield as he raised the incited glare toward his foe, Sparror.

"Your guess was indeed correct. Witnessing you here reminded me of an opportunity to revive my lover back from the dead!!" Southern Shield shouted and hoisted a warning finger in a distressed demeanor. "Because I never truly accepted the reality when she died in my arm.

"If you dare to refuse this rematch, I'll make sure that all the citizens in Neo Tokyo will die by my hand." Southern Shield added with an infuriating tone and put down the finger. "Your lovely, Yuna would also die by my hand too. Remember that, Sparror!!!"

The flaming ball burst the soaring flame wave up to the sky as Sparror furrowed his eyes in heating enraged especially with this abrupt threat lingered through his mind. He opened the molten grip and ignited a twisting burning surface on his palm, preparing himself to engage the abnormal rematch due to the sudden agonistic motive being announced by Southern Shield.

"Whether your sudden threat is real or not, I'm sure ready to engage in this rematch" A chilling, yet infuriated voice of Sparror echoed from the flaming ball enlightening the flickering light within the soaring wave on the back. The Flaming Hero himself nailed the exasperated stares toward Southern Shield and froze the staggering feet.

"Griyaaa!!!" Sparror growled with his stoic, yet contorted scream.

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