Hunter Field In The Underground Train Station

An underground train station with neon-white lights shining from several holographic lightbulbs and floating holographic banners beside the passengers' seats had now filled with the crowd of people awaiting the next train. Some of the crowd members' dropped their harrowing jaw on witnessing the news screen being presented either on the billboard or on their phones.

News report's video screen with the current host, a short black hair man wearing a tidy blue suit and red tie holding the holographic paper in the clutches of his hands. On the screen taking the spot on the top right, a blurry video clip of the supermarket being blown out with the bronze explosion was presented to the watchers.

"Should we be evacuated right now?" A young woman with a black-hair ponytail murmured with an unnerving tone.

A short hair woman sat beside her sighed and uttered, "Yeah indeed because I heard the battle between them move from place to place."

With the panic-stricken murmuring and gasping filling the room, an uninvited presence arrived at the underground station in the form of brown wormhole spawning in the middle of the waiting room. Noticing the debut of the wormhole, most of the citizens stammered their legs and shrieked in clouding dreadfulness, also frigidly bit their teeth as the combatants of the ongoing battle leap out

The two combatants who were none other than the crimson-armored Sparror and Granlork emerged within the citizens' eyes, simultaneously growl out a gasping scream of a shout. The Hunter hushedly lifted his baton on the left hand forward and discharged the wild bolts of lightning on its tip.

A shrouding franticness encouraged the majority of the citizens to hastily retreat from the two combatants. The drumming scream from the citizens invaded Granlork's mind, tempting him to lift his gauntlet that gathered brown sparkles on the forehand, taking one step forward and awakening the glimmering light on the right side of his belt.

While The Flaming Hero elevated his armored hand below his armored cheek, unshackling his tightened grip. A tiny crimson torch took shape beside the right of Sparror's head, preparing the mood of engaging conversation with his Morphion foe. Granlork assertively took his last step and sharpened his glaring sight toward his current prey.

"If you so obsess on having my head, why not you try to kidnap or threaten…my demon mistress right now?" The Flaming Hero insisted sarcastically through flickering the blood-red torch.

Granlork sighed in bitterness and explained bluntly with him raising his incited fingers, "Firstly, Not because of my honor or pride, but it's more like I'm aware you already anticipated or at least have the knowledge to prevent it."

"Secondly, I wanted to get rid of more demons within here," Granlork admitted, slowly hoisting his discharging baton.

Granlork cleared his throat and said with an irritated tone, "Lastly, I think it'll be better for me to kill you in front of your demon mistress."

Pair of crimson warms engulfed both of Sparror eyes with him feeling the rage within touching the core of his mind. Luckily, a stoic calmness entered The Flaming Hero's thoughts for a brief second, dimming out the crimson swarm that encroached on both of his eyes.

"Quite good reasons to explain…I guess." The Flaming Hero replied cheerfully, bowing his neck and revolving his fiery hands before he released a remark"It's the reason I'm trying my best to counter your…own attempt on distracting me, Granlork."

"Or sorry to say, your twisted fantasy that became a true danger to innocent people!" Sparror added, embarking the rage within his rapidly beating heart and engulfing the fiery swarms in his eye, dusting away the crimson torch beside his head.

Granlork grunted as he steered his glance to the left and uttered, "Very well then. Let's see if you can withstand all of the upcoming ways to beat you."

The Hunter hoisted his discharging baton and launched the thin bolt blast from its tip, convincing Sparror to swing his elevated hand onto the left. An instantaneous crimson fiery ball materialized in front of The Flaming Hero's sight and fled into the bolting blast, acting as the interceptor.

Both of the projectiles clashed with other and disseminated into nothingness, allowing Granlork to cautiously tapped the right side crystal on the belt. Sparror thrust his hand backward and emanated the crimson molten sparks through his knuckle, siphoning the enlarged torch on top of it.

"My trick will also include this, Demon Lord!!" Granlork shouted infuriatingly, initiating the discharging crushing grip and proceeding to continue his bashful reminder, "A trick suitable to test whether you can still protect your precious people or not."

An enlarged bronze blast flung away from the grasp of the gloomy dark side of the train rail, speedily heading into the unfortunate citizens who stepped the below level of the stairs, a young woman wearing a bronze cloth and a bald head man. The frightened screams freed from their throat and trembled down from their feet before they proceeded to staggeringly rush away from meeting the laser.

The urgent sense of The Flaming Hero lingered with him lifting a frowning stare especially after the screams of the citizens rang into his hearings, steering his sight in their direction where the bolt almost jolted their back. Sparror flipped upward his armored hand, conjuring the blood-red swarm to envelop his entire armored body, evoking the crimson fiery twister rapidly swallowing his body as it ascended.

"ZURYAH!!" Sparror screamed out the deep-contorted grunt throughout the station, vanishing the twister alongside his physical presence in less than a second.

The expeditious fiery circle promptly materialized in front of the bolting blast touching the tiny pieces of the woman's cloth as she suddenly fell down to the ground, yelling out a hurtful screech. Sparror swiftly leaped out from the depth of the crimson circle and yanked the blast with both of his tainted crimson hands, shattering the blast into hundred crumbling pieces that turned into dust shortly.

An astounding gasp echoed from the woman's throat as she witnessed The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo in front of her shaking gaze, attempting to lift her hefty legs. Fortunately, the man beside her offered his open palm toward her and she quickly accepted it by landing her other hand, gaining a standing position.

"Thank you…for…saving us, Sparror." The man professed with poised gratitude, shedding a tear of thankfulness from his eyes.

The Flaming Hero calmly bowed his head in a gladful demeanor, allowing the two citizens to depart away with them continuing to ran into upstairs. Afterward, Sparror hovered forward and locked his shimmering eyes into the spot where the recent blast originated from, engulfing crimson furnaces on each of his forehands.

'So this must be the new trick he mentioned the last time.' Sparror presumed within his thought, uplifting one of his molten hands as his eyes caught the sighting of bronze flashes resurfacing on the edge right of the train rail.

A surprised frown heaved on The Flaming Hero's eyes shortly after him steering his glance to the right and witnessed a floating object take its clear shape from the darkness of the railroad. He even propelled his molten hands that extended the crimson furnace further especially when his hovering body reached the distance of the railroad.

The object was none other than a shiny bronze-plated hoverbike with the golden wolf-headed pendant attached to the middle of its oval-shaped head part. Neon jade lines strapped on throughout the rear part of the hoverbike, including the hovering jade wheels, bestrewing dark brown particles from each of them.

While on the back part of the hoverbike took the close semblance of the grey-hardened wolf tail with neon-bluish lines painted most of its surfaces. Pair of dark blue capsule-shaped engines attached beneath the tail-shape back of the hoverbike, gusting out the glittering brown particles.

"Krah!!" The Flaming Hero grunted, swagging his propelled molten hand to the left and dispatching the furnace from his knuckle for declaring the emancipative assault toward the vehicle.

Watching the crimson furnace dashing into the hoverbike, Granlork tapped the right button of his metal belt and sprinted into the steady hoverbike. The Hunter reshaped himself into the thin bronze bolt of lightning gliding in lightspeed, especially with the flow of time within his perspective becoming slow.

Moreover, the bronze lightning bolt swiftly landed its striking tip of the bolt on the hoverbike seats with the crimson furnace heading closer in a sluggish manner. A golden opportunity was achieved by the bronze bolt with it elastically reshaped into Granlork once again with him obtaining the comfy brown seat of his hoverbike.

The Hunter's lightspeed debut spontaneously slid up both of the neon-bluish handlers from the head part of the hoverbike. Granlork moved his fingers altogether into the glittering emerald button of the hoverbike's handlers, hammering the button of the handlers as his eyes caught the crimson furnace closely landed on the head part.

'Time to test whether Sadorz's Bike is good enough to continue the flow of the hunt ' Granlork mumbled firmly and resumed with him swiveling the handlers, 'Either way, I must see the result.'

The Hunter released a grumble and shouted with an inflamed tone, "Demon Lord, taste Sadroz Bike's real power!!"

A discharging bronze projection with the shape resembling a wolf head quickly liberated from the pendant of the hoverbike, sharpening his glare at the crimson furnace. The bursting projectile and thundering wolf heads collided with one another, creating a small explosion wave on the train rail.

The left surging neon-orange gas pedalof the hoverbike harshly jammed by The Hunter's stomping foot with him grasping another clean opportunity for an assault. Granlork valiantly howled out the drumming scream throughout the station, folding both him and the hovering bike with the glistening brown dashing wave.

Nevertheless, the hoverbike transmigrated into an enormous thundering wave of bolts taking the shape of the wrathful wolf head unbound from its hungry jaw. The Flaming Hero reluctantly breathed out a contorted sigh when fixating his glance on the wolf, engulfing both of his hands with the crimson flames.

"ZURYAH!!!" Sparror grunted with a rigid tone, shoving his molten fist and pushing his body into the opened jaw of the wolf.

He was indeed swallowed down by the enormous wolf that hastily closed its, but Sparror still raised his affirmative glare. The Flaming Hero even motionlessly endured the discharging ram by the hoverbike's head of Granlork precisely on his stomach, spreading the broadening cracking lines across his stomach.

A blanketing fiery cloth enveloped The Flaming Hero's entire body as he kept enduring the gliding charge of the hoverbike, stammeringly raising his numbed-like hands. The Hunter hissed in heating frustration slightly torched within his throat, pushing both of the handlers and stomping the gas pedal.

"Drayah!" Sparror grunted hushedly, plummeting the head of the hoverbike with his crimson-flames-covered palm. The steady balance had begun to be lost for the hoverbike as the gliding wolf head fled downward.

Round of constant fiery knuckles smashing smoothly commenced by The Flaming Hero with him lunging his arm onto the head of the hoverbike once again. The giant wolf-headed projectile that still continued its fleeing motion forward, drove down and up constantly alongside dimming out its glistening appearance like a dying light.

As Sparror lifted both of his armored arms and lunged them into the head of the hoverbike, Granlork clenched his holding grips on the handlers. Electrocuting surge of bronze bolts blitzed out through his armored eyes, omitting the electrocuting orbs floating on top of his gauntlet's forehand.

"Get away…from my sight, Demon Lord!" Granlork yelled with a heated incitement boiling his voice, hurling up the silver gauntlet.

The wolf pendant of the hoverbike fired off a dashing blast when it embarked glistening bronze light throughout its shiny metal surface in less than a second. The presence of lights within the wolf-headed pendant detonated the orb on the gauntlet with the bolting blast pierced through The Flaming Hero's stomach spilling the large gulp of blood and howling a contorted screech.

Furthermore, Granlork immediately pushed the pedals and the hoverbike head-butted The Flaming Hero on the stomach. Sparror catapulted out from the wolf-headed projectile opened its fangs and landed on the left side of the railroad, crying out a pressured screech from his throat.

"KRAH!!!" Sparror grunted out loudly, initiating a crushing palm on his hand embarking the crimson torch on his knuckle

The Flaming Hero dispersed away his entire armored presence, leaving only a speck of dust on the pitch-black floor of the train rail. Regardless, Sparror respawned concisely in front of the massive wolf head, slamming both of his crimson flames-covered hands down as he flickered the gleaming red lights through his affirmed glare.

A floating giant hammer construct swiftly arose on top of the wolf-headed projectile and pounded it with its hardened head. Hence, the massive wolf head projectile disseminated every trace of its glistening sparkles, leaving the hoverbike dropping down to the ground and Granlork lifting his trembling silver glove in a locking position at The Flaming Hero who raised a gleaming surprised gaze.

"Take this!!" Granlork muttered, rapidly omitting the surging orb on its forehand once again.

Meanwhile, a polished white train with a bullet-like muzzle and striking neon-bluish lines wrapping around the whole rear parts parked in the middle of the road. It occurred due to several citizens walking out from the opened doors on the left, creating well-organized lines as they headed into the holographic bluish door on the lowest part of the metal wall, becoming the gateway.

Armored officers who safely held their rifles sternly guarded both the left and right sides of the holographic door that let the citizen at the front enter the portal-like inside. Other citizens who were in the backlines expressed their sour and half-anxious looks with them scratching their arms.

All of sudden, the fear of citizens came out true as they frantically witnessed The Flaming Hero jouncing away after enduring the bolting hit and pounding the ground below with his falling body. Cracking lines materialized beneath Sparror's numbed spines and he coughed out a tiny gulp of blood, holding his chest tightly.

While his foe, Granlork smoothly arrived firing the rocketing particles from the engine and pressing the brake with his feet, halting the speedy motion of the hoverbike. Revibrating gasps and brief screams from the citizens alongside the armored officers broadcasted across the underground tunnel.

The Hunter sharply steered his glance at the front window view of the train, revealing the train drivers who were in the control room dropped their staggering jaws of horror. Granlork uplifted his silver-hand gauntlet at the train and materialized the floating orb of lightning on his gauntlet's forehand.

Chaotic havoc arose in the underground tunnel as some of the rushed into the portal with their shivering sprinting. It captivated the attention of Granlork as he switched his locking target at the citizens, growing the levitating orb on his forehand and casting out the surging bronze light on the gold pendant.

The Flaming Hero tapped the ground below with his blood-red scorching hand, summoning the fiery fist beneath his spine. The fist construct neatly barged on Sparror's spine and bounced him upward like a trampoline, obtaining an affirmative standing position and sternly lifting his scorching hand

"ZURYAH!!!" Sparror grunted echoing, melting down the fist into the crimson swarm rapidly blanketing his entire armored body when he witnessed The Hunter hurling upward his silver gauntlet and dissolving the orb at the same time.

A magnified bronze blast unshackled from the gold pendant of the hoverbike's head and The Flaming Hero faded out from the naked eye at the same time. Furthermore, Sparror rigidly spawned on the front above the citizens and plummeted both of his crimson-tainted hands to the thundering bronze blast.

The bronze blast expeditiously obliterated both of the plummeting hands of The Flaming Hero and punctured his armored chest with ease, puncturing the large hole. A large gulp of blood dripped out across the ground, grasping momentum for the blast to sunder into the citizens who were near the door leading into the evacuation room.

The alerting sense of The Flaming Hero kicked in as he speedily enveloped both of his armored arms, forging the bulky flaming gauntlets. He hastily slammed his crimson gauntlets and the vibrating shockwave ensued on the spot, triggering the continuous vibration through the blast.

Hence, the bronze blast fractured into a hundred pieces of ashes rained down when almost reaching the citizens who upraised their shielding arms. Tiny senses of gladness bloomed throughout most of the citizens' minds with them resting their arms and happily nodding their heads toward their savior. A savior, Sparror was now dropped down to the ground and spreading the pool of blood from his holed chest.

"It's not over yet, Demon Lord," Granlork remarked bluntly, charging up another floating orb and switching its captivated target at the train standing in the front.

With the upcoming shooting activating was in the brink of commencing, The Flaming heavily lifted his body from the ground. A contorting growl of boiling frustration burnt through Sparror's entire mind with him sharpening his blood-red enrage glare toward The Hunter, starting to uncontrollably dining light through his eyes like a dying lamp.

'Come on, come on,' Sparror muttered within his mind, pressing his stammering hands on the ground filled with his blood.

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