K.O [Part-2]

[The arena floor rumbles again as Crash and Dek catch their breath. The silver cadets they've defeated are being carried away, and the crowd's excitement grows louder. The instructors step forward, their expressions more severe than before.]

Instructor 5: You've proven yourselves against the silver cadets. But now, it's Time for the actual test.

Instructor 6: Step forward, gold-level cadets!

[From the shadows of the arena, two imposing figures emerge. They are older, their movements deliberate and precise, exuding an air of experience and danger. The crowd falls silent, sensing the intensity about to unfold.]

Crash: [Smirking] The main event just got much more enjoyable.

Dek: [Nods] Stay sharp. These guys won't go down easy.

Gold Cadet 1: [Grinning] Fresh meat. This should be fun.

Gold Cadet 2: [Calmly] Let's see if they can handle the pressure.

[The arena morphs again, forming a more enormous, intricate battlefield. Crash and Dek assume their stances, muscles tense, eyes locked on their opponents.]

Instructor 5: Begin!

[Crash and Dek explode into action, each targeting a gold-level cadet.]

Crash: [Ducking a punch barely] You're quick, but I'm faster!

Gold Cadet 1: [Laughs] Let's see if you can keep up!

Crash :[dodges a flurry of blows, countering with a powerful uppercut.]

[The gold cadet stumbles but quickly recovers, retaliating with a spinning kick that Crash barely dodges.]

Dek: [Engaging his opponent] Focus on the task at hand!

Gold Cadet 2: [Calmly] You're too predictable.

[Dek launches a series of rapid punches, but the gold cadet deflects each one quickly, countering with a swift kick to Dek's midsection.]

Dek: [Grunts, recovering quickly] Not bad. But I'm just getting started.

[Dek pivots, using his momentum to deliver a powerful elbow strike to his opponent's ribs, causing them to stagger.]

Crash: [To Dek] Watch your back, Mop head.

[Crash's opponent lunges at him with rapid strikes, forcing Crash to backpedal and block. He counters with a spinning back fist, catching the gold cadet off guard.]

Gold Cadet 1: [Angry] You'll pay for that!

Crash: [Grinning] Bring it on!

[The gold cadet charges, their fists a blur. Crash matches their speed, their movements creating a blur of fists and kicks. The impact of each blow echoes through the arena, the audience on the edge of their seats.]

Dek: [To his opponent] You're tough, I'll give you that.

Gold Cadet 2: [Coldly] You haven't seen anything yet.

[Dek and his opponent exchange blows, each strike calculated and powerful. Dek blocks a high kick and counters with a low sweep, but the gold cadet jumps, avoiding the attack and delivering a knee strike to Dek's shoulder.]

Dek: [Grimacing] Is that all you've got?

Gold Cadet 2: [Smirking] Hardly.

[Dek regains, launching a series of quick jabs that force the gold cadet to retreat. He follows up with a powerful roundhouse kick, catching his opponent in the side and sending them sprawling.]

Crash: [Struggling against his opponent] Need a hand?

Dek: [Through gritted teeth] Focus on your fight! paint head

[The gold cadets regroup, their eyes filled with determination.]

Gold Cadet 1: [To their partner] Time to finish this.

Gold Cadet 2: [Nods] Agreed.

[They charge simultaneously, and their attacks are perfectly synchronized. Crash and Dek, back to each other, brace for the onslaught.]

Crash: [To Dek] Let's show them what we've got!

Dek: [Determined] Together!

[Crash blocks a high kick, countering with a powerful right hook that reels his opponent. He follows up with rapid punches, each landing with a resounding thud.]

Gold Cadet 1: [Breathless] Not bad… but not good enough!

Crash: [Panting] I'm just getting started!

[Dek faces his opponent with renewed vigour, their fists clashing with bone-jarring force. He ducks under a wide swing, driving his shoulder into the gold cadet's midsection and knocking them off balance.]

Gold Cadet 2: [Recovering quickly] Impressive… but you won't win.

Dek: [Determined] Watch me.

[Dek delivers a devastating uppercut, followed by a swift kick to the gold cadet's chest, sending them crashing.]

Crash: [Glancing at Dek] Finish them off!

Dek: [Nods] Shut up!

[Crash delivers a final, powerful punch that sends his opponent sprawling, unconscious. He turns to see Dek standing victorious over his opponent.]

Instructor 5: [Announcing] Crash and Dek – victory secured.

[Meanwhile, P.A.I.R headquarters west wing ]

Instructor 44: [Announcing] Kiffr – victory secured in 15 seconds.

Instructor 39: call ambulance.

Instructor 39 and 9 side by side: [shouting] Welcome to the P.A.I.R cadets.