Rematch's Climax Point

A surprised frown was declared by Southern Shield as his eyes caught the glimpse of the molten cloth shining the alluring light toward him. The Arrogant Shaolin clenched both of his fists and engulfed a glittering-golden aura through his knuckle, firing up the anticipation of Sparror's act.

Southern Shield's feet also illuminated the molten golden aura with him pressing both of the kneecaps. An enthusiastic grin widely opened as The Arrogant Shaolin witnessed Sparror's paralyzed body being lifted by the scorching fiery cloth until he regained a concise-standing position.

Therefore, a bursting explosion wave soared out from The Flaming Hero's body with the glowing-lantern eyes darted at Southern Shield on the front. The explosion wave vastly extended its elusive presence especially with The Arrogant Shaolin's entire body being enveloped by glittering golden sparkles in less than seconds.

The golden sparkles swiftly dispersed into nothingness alongside Southern Shield when the explosion wave devoured them. Afterward, the bursting explosion blinked from the naked eyes due to the molten-cloth Sparror waved his hand to the back.

A golden shield that levitated on the distance right of Sparror, omitted a gulp of golden sparkles with size and shape equal to a human. The human-shaped quickly materialized into Southern Shield who leaped off from the sparkles and smoothly landed on the crystalized ground, incinerating all the traces of the golden sparkles.

The Arrogant Shaolin hoisted his opened-left grip and lured the levitating golden shield to flung onto his distance. Southern Shield began to walk closer toward Sparror who was calmly standing still, latched on the golden shield on his back like a magnetic object.

He frozenly raised a thrilling furrow and halted the steps as his eyes perceived the crystal clear glimpse of Sparror. More specifically, a new change of Southern Shield's mighty foe invaded his mind in sparking excitement due to both the clenched fists continuously staggered.

Starting from the entirety of Sparror's orange armor it now had a thick-scaly motif resembling a dragon skin. The crimson cape on the back also had its silk surface covered by a solid scaly motif that became similar to the half-wing of the dragon itself and the upper waist part was planted by a rough-red scaly motif cloth from left to right.

Red tiny steel dragon head statue that dropped the ferocious fang hushedly latched on Sparror's forehead, replacing the fiery ball artwork. Pair of bulky-flaxen dragon wings were safely placed in the middle of The Flaming Hero's armored chest, enlightening a sparkling flash on each wing's smooth surface.

Another new change in Sparror's physical appearance occurred on the two of his twister-bull horns where the tip part was replaced by a tiny dragon head the size of an ant. The armored kneecaps also received new changes too; two fiery-red symbols of the dragon spreading the wide wings rested on the middle parts.

With the changes fully unveiled to Southern Shield's thrilling eyes, Sparror raised the scaly palm in front of his sight. A blazing torch burst quickly out from the opened knuckle and folded the entire palm as The Flaming Hero sharpened the blunt stare toward The Arrogant Shaolin who took one step forward.

"Southern Shield" A tender voice of Mistress Foreseen entered The Arrogant Shaolin mind and took a brief sigh, refreshing her mind for spreading the upcoming information and engaged the telepathic conversation, "I will warn you an important thing regarding Sparror's transformation."

"Sure, go ahead, Temple Ghost." Southern Shield continued the telepathic conversation by declaring polite permission from his fellow Shaolin friend in a form of an assured nod.

"His new form didn't contain any significant improvement in almost everything." Mistress Foreseen announced the information and Southern Shield heaved his eyebrows in bemuse demeanor as the steady listening section for him continued. "Instead, his confidence is the one that increased based on what I read from his mind."

Southern Shield wiped away the bemused expression with him shaking his head and releasing brief laughter of joyfulness. Then, The Arrogant Shaolin inhaled the calming air that he sighed away to refilling the gladness and enjoyment in handling the revelation of his foe's new form.

"Thank you for announcing the important information and you may leave now Temple Ghost." Southern Shield insisted with an intrigued grin. "Because I'm truly ready to land a hit into The Flaming Boy's face."

Mistress Foreseen reluctantly sighed, "As you wish."

The presence of Mistress Foreseen vanished from Southern Shield's mind as he felt a gentle wind blow within his entire head. A soothing tranquilness was temporarily received by The Arrogant Shaolin in a form of closing both of his eyes.

Afterward, Southern Shield sharply locked his enthusiastic eyes toward Sparror and hoisted the opened left grip in front of his face. A taunting hand was smoothly declared by The Arrogant Shaolin, extending the malevolent grin at The Flaming Hero who lured him to take a sluggish step forward.

"Alright let's see if your new form is capable of stopping me." Southern Shield provoked and giggled shortly. "Or at least have some impressed me!"

Southern Shield lined up two of his fingers and chuckled, "If not…the entire world will fail into my hand and of course…your lover will pay the price too."

"Remember that, Sparror!!!" Southern Shield bickered out loudly.

Sparror firmly nodded and clenched the blazing fist as he sharpened the solemn-lantern eyes at his opponent who continued his streak of provoking his mind. Nonetheless, The Flaming Hero calmly flipped his hand before he uplifted the molten palm behind.

While The Arrogant Shaolin heaved the lined-up finger to see the view of the purplish-afternoon sky and the golden shield plugged off from his back. Furthermore, the golden shield hovered above Southern Shield's head as its master soared the glittering golden sparkles on his entire limbs like a night lamp shone in the darkness of the streets.

As both fighters resiliently exchanged their stare toward one another, the battle began once again, especially with Southern Shield leaped off to reach the shield. The glittering golden sparkle shrunk down The Arrogant Shaolin the longer its master reached the hovering shield on above until no traces of physical presence could be captured anymore.

The sudden disappearance of Southern Shield, heated up the cautiousness through Sparror's gleaming frown. It even forced him to take a staggering step back due to his scanning eyes weren't able to capture a clear glimpse of his foe, raising the brightness on The Flaming Hero's molten palm.

'Don't panic, don't panic, Hatoshi.' Sparror chanted through his mind to grasp a relief and darted his eye to the crystalized ground. 'Just concentrate.'

A Group of golden sparkles hushedly entered the scene above Sparror who was still keeping the cautious lantern eyes. The golden sparkles materialized into a golden shield that speedily fled down toward The Flaming Hero's head horizontal and rapidly spun the buzzsaw edge that shone a glistening golden light.

Sparror briskly gazed at the sky above as his forehead was inched closer to touching the buzzsaw edge of the shield. Torch on the grip morphed into a blazing cloth that enveloped The Flaming Hero's entire body, sharpening the affirmative-confidence stare at the approaching shield.

The blazing cloth swiftly dashed Sparror's body to the right with its scorching wave trailing on the side, letting the golden shield fly to the ground. Although a horizontal scratch line appeared as The Flaming Hero touched the bleeding forehead, he extended the poised frown within the gleaming lantern eyes.

Therefore, Sparror thrust forward his blazing palm in order to engulf an immense circular-fiery wave. The fiery wave went brighter the higher he uplifted the blazing palm, spreading multiple branches of flaming string beneath the wave.

Whereas, the golden shield halted its fleeing movement when the buzzsaw edge almost reached the crystalized ground. The golden shield hushedly levitated above and omitted fleeing sparkles from the toned-down spinning edge, becoming the center of attention for the heedful Sparror.

With Sparror slowly pulling back the blazing palm beside his cheeks, the golden sparkles broke free Southern Shield from their grasp as he landed on the ground in a duck position. The Arrogant Shaolin hastily rushed forward onto The Flaming Hero who released a deep-contorting gasp.

"Zuyah!!!" Sparror growled in the contorting voice that now had a hissing sound entering his burning throat. He slammed the blazing palm down and the circular wave released a scorching barrier in the front sight

The Flaming Hero galloped along the ground with a molten-flame wave trailing his back, acting as the speed booster. A surprised frown arose through Southern Shield's furrow on witnessing Sparror vastly intercept his way, encouraging him to tightly line up both of the fingers.

As the golden fist and the blazing knuckle were on the brink of creating a massive contact with one another, the golden shield abruptly popped out in front of Southern Shield's chest. Sparror rushedly tapped the ground with his foot that omitted a blazing string and froze his dashing movement from getting closer into the glittering shield.

Without hesitation, Sparror slammed the blazing fist and allowed the knuckle to make direct contact with the crystalized ground. Erupting waves soared beneath Southern Shield's feet, forcing him to hurriedly leap off and call forth the glittering golden sparkles that covered his entire limbs.

Unfortunately, the erupting wave burst out into a wild flame tower that swallowed both The Arrogant Shaolin and his mighty-glittering golden shield. It even paralyzed Southern Shield's motion as he felt his body became hefty especially with him constantly pushing his body from left to right and no motion occurred.

Instead, Southern Shield began to screech in pain as a human-sized torch covered his entire limbs and the golden shield at the same time. Not only did he endure the recent paralyzed state, The Arrogant Shaolin also suffered the torment of being burnt alive with him screeching on top of his lung.

While Sparror who was outside watched the bursting tower kept expanding and reached the clouds in the purplish night sky, retrieving the staggering fist from the crystalized ground. Even though The Flaming Hero continuously released a contorting gasp, he still kept the eagerness on continuing the battle in the form of strengthening the brightness of his eyes.

"Griyah." Sparror softly grunted the echoing, yet contorting voice as he raised the blazing grip up to the sky. Then, the very top of the bursting tower slowly forged a humanoid body with flaming strings bound on both the left and the right side.

The Flaming Hero wrapped the armored thumbs with one of his fingers and initiated a blazing snap, releasing a noise of metal being clashed. Hence, a humongous-muscular construct with a dragon head and bulky arms emerged and replaced the tip of the tower.

'This..is it.' Sparror mumbled through his mind with a joyfulness that lingered through his entire mind as he presumed. 'A good chance for me to defeat you because I'm aware you got stronger than the last time I faced you. I guess…I even thought that you are as strong as Blue Winter, especially in outwitting my teleportation.'

Sparror reluctantly sighed and giggled briefly, 'Thank you for having this rematch, Southern Shield and unfortunately, I have to end it right now.'

Hence, The Flaming Hero hurled down the blazing grip with a contorting growl shouted across the surroundings. The bulky construct nailed its infuriating sight and heaved the thrusting fist beside its left side of the fang, preparing to.

Whereas, Southern Shield managed to line three of his trembling fingers even with an unyielding growl that kept continuing to release from his sore throat. The Arrogant Shaolin forcefully lifted the staggering hand that felt like enduring endless electrocution with blood squirting out from the knuckle.

'Even though I lost this rematch, at least I can give my best attack on him!!' Southern Shield muttered through his mind with exhilaration burnt through his head. He gazed up at the golden shield that soared a golden light within the circular surface, forming a pleasant grin on his face.

'Besides, I'm not fighting a true menace. Just a simple, inexperienced teenage boy who happens to have some cosmic power' Southern Shield murmured within his mind in fiery happiness. He also began to release a burst of agonizing, yet thrilling laughter as the golden shield sluggishly fled away.

'Therefore, I don't truly care about the concern of temporarily losing my power.' Southern Shield added before he released a brief sigh and closed his eyes. Another burst of laughter blurted out from his throat, easing both physical and mental pain from getting trapped within the flaming tower.

The Arrogant Shaolin expeditiously thrust the lined-up finger forward as a gulp of blood was puked out from the glittering knuckle. Moreover, the glittering golden hand of Southern Shield massively arose an illuminating light within the blazing tower resembling a morning sun announced its piercing-warming presence.

'I will try…my best to humbly accept this outcome no matter what.' Southern Shield uttered and gave a reluctant stare above. He also nodded with a line of tears dropped down from his eye sockets. letting his mind flashed a picture of a girl who had a face resembling Yuna, embracing her gentle smile toward him.

'Apology….Mayuri.' Southern Shield added with a sorrowful tone.

The living construct's punch shrunk down the blazing tower size alongside itself and continued to push its tightened fist. Blitzing-burning waves descended from above as the helpless Southern Shield gazed up at the scorching, yet warming presence.

The burning wave briskly devoured the paralyzed Arrogant Shaolin, convinced him to close his eyes and clenched both of the glittering fists that sputtered out a gulp of blood. Then, he shrieked another round of agonizing howl due to he was now enduring the pain of being heated directly by the sun.

Southern Shield could only succumb to his upcoming defeat as all of the motion on his limbs didn't occur. Instead, it only stayed silent to become a burning object for the flaming wave and being slowly tossed down with the immense forces that hit like a brick wall especially when The Arrogant Shaolin coughed blood.

Although Southern Shield had fallen deeply in defeat with this rematch, his glittering shield still fled freely within the flaming tower. A flashing-glistening golden light popped out through the shield's circular surface the longer it spent on fleeing and tried to break free inside the seemingly-endless flame tower's stomach

Therefore, the golden shield launched a rushing dash and finally broke free from the shrunk-down flame tower. The shield even declared its master's last wish as it precisely locked its sight toward Sparror like a hawk, making its foe raise a shocked frown after he commanded his observative head to gaze up at the sky above view.

Without hesitation, the golden shield rushed toward lightning speed and even morphed into a completed-circular glittering object. Sparror hurriedly clenched his fist and the shrunk down the flaming tower was now vanished within the naked eyes, freeing Southern Shield from the burning torment at the same time as his immobilized body fell down.

Furthermore, Southern Shield's body landed on the crystalized ground alongside a gulp of blood on the knuckles sprinkled around. At last, The Arrogant Shaolin could peacefully take his time to rest with all his limbs unable to create any sign of movement anymore, widely opened the jocular smirk and relieved closing eyes

The Flaming Hero propelled the blazing fist on his chest as his sharpened sight caught the glimpse of a golden shield that was now inches away. A bulwark-square shield with a roaring dragon symbol popped out and swiftly intercepted the glittering golden shield.

However, the bulwark shield construct was shattered by the single push from the golden shield with ease and vastly impaled Sparror on the chest once again. The Flaming Hero continuously released an agonizing, yet distorting gasp before his staggering hand caught the shield and tossed it to the left, splashing the blood onto the crystalized ground.

Both of his standing legs became numb and forcefully commanded the lower body of Sparror to fall. Luckily, The Flaming Hero halted his body from fully falling to the ground as he declared a duck position by enlightening molten light on his armored thighs.

'What..a..lucky hit, Southern Shield.' Sparror praised through his mind with bitter excitement and constantly released a hefty. 'I…must admit…that…hehe.'

Then, the slashed mark on the chest was engulfed with a blazing swarm and burnt through it until. It also reattached Sparror's armor especially when the swarm vanished, his chest reverted back to the healthy state as if the wound would never occur in the first place.

Unfortunately, a cost must be paid not only did Sparror decide to lay down on the ground, his armor began to be burned by the sudden flaming cloth. A flaming cloth that dissolved alongside the scaly armored into nothingness without any physical traces left and brought back The Flaming Hero's human form, Hatoshi at the same time

The schoolboy's exhausted furrow darted at the warming-dark orange sun before blurting out a joyful chortle through the lonely surroundings. The rematch between Southern Shield and Sparror smoothly ended with Hatoshi changing the chortle into a burst of gleeful laughter, also shedding a tear of gratefulness.

"Even though….I win in this kind of situation….at least I'm very happy that I'm still capable of using Sparror's power." Hatoshi uttered with uncontrollable happiness and shouted. "So..Neo Tokyo City or even the world…I promised…I'll be back on doing my heroic duty…in.. tomorrow!!"

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