Part 1: Crimson Plague & Nightshade VS Awakened Yurgion

Yurgion stood tall, his crimson eyes burning with malice as he surveyed the two before him. "Who do you think you are to challenge me?" he sneered. "You idiots won't defeat me that easily."

"You're right," Crimson Plague said, a smirk forming on his face. "Which is why it's two against one."

Nightshade cracked his knuckles, his fists now radiating a corruptive black aura. Crimson Plague mirrored him, his hands glowing with a deep crimson energy as he settled into a fighting stance.

"Let's go!" Nightshade roared as he and Crimson Plague surged forward.

Yurgion leapt backward, conjuring multiple dark spears in an instant and launching them at the approaching duo. The deadly projectiles sliced through the air with unrelenting speed.

Crimson Plague smirked and extended his hand. His virus pulsed outward, erasing the spears in an instant. "You're going to have to try harder than that."

Taking advantage of the distraction, Nightshade appeared beside Yurgion and drove a devastating kick into his gut. The force shattered Yurgion's ribcage, sending cracks rippling through his torso. But Yurgion's demonic essence flared to life, mending his injuries almost instantly.

"It seems his demonic energy allows him to regenerate," Crimson Plague observed. "We're going to have to drain his stamina first."

Without hesitation, Crimson Plague dashed forward, delivering two lethal blows that sent Yurgion hurtling through multiple buildings. The force of impact shattered concrete, debris cascading like rain.

Nightshade capitalized on the moment, teleporting behind Yurgion and grabbing the back of his shirt. He tightened his grip as he spotted something in the distance. "Looks like there's something coming your way."

A blaring horn echoed through the battlefield. Yurgion turned just in time to see a train barreling toward him.

Unable to escape Nightshade's grip, Yurgion was struck by the train, the force tearing through the surrounding structures. The collision sent shockwaves through the ground, shattering windows and collapsing street lamps. The screams of passengers filled the air as the train derailed, flames erupting in its wake.

Seizing the opportunity, Nightshade kicked Yurgion's back, launching him skyward. But before they could celebrate, Yurgion quickly regained control, his aura flaring wildly.

"You... BRATS!" Yurgion roared, his fury shaking the battlefield. He raised his hand, summoning an overwhelming mass of dark energy. Over 500,000 dark spears materialized in the air, their tips pulsing with deadly intent before they rained down in every direction.

Nightshade twisted through the air, his movements blinding as he kicked away each spear with flawless precision. Crimson Plague, unfazed, spread his virus outward, dissolving every dark spear that neared him.

"We need to get rid of these spears," Crimson Plague called out.

Nightshade nodded and dashed forward, weaving through the storm of spears until he reached Yurgion. With one well-placed punch, he sent Yurgion flying.

Summoning a sphere of swirling corruption, Nightshade chanted, "Dark Hearts: Corruptive Blow!"

The dark energy swelled, growing more lethal as he hurled it toward Yurgion. The attack connected, detonating on impact with a cataclysmic explosion. Yurgion crashed into the ground, the surrounding area caving under the immense force.

Crimson Plague teleported in front of him before he could recover, grabbing Yurgion's throat and injecting his virus directly into his system. He tightened his grip before kicking Yurgion away, sending him smashing into a distant wall.

Yurgion staggered to his feet, his body trembling. His hands clutched his throat as he coughed violently. Crimson blood splattered the ground.

"What... what is this?!" Yurgion gasped, his voice laced with shock.

"That?" Crimson Plague said, taking a long drag from his crimson cigarette. "That's my virus. Watch as your death becomes reality."

He turned to walk away, but before he could take another step, laughter erupted from Yurgion's lips. It started as a low chuckle, then grew into a crazed, thunderous cackle.

Crimson Plague turned just as Yurgion lunged forward, his fist colliding with Crimson Plague's chest. The impact created a shockwave that tore through the battlefield, sending Crimson Plague crashing through multiple walls.

Yurgion appeared in front of him in an instant, gripping his face and slamming it against the jagged remains of a broken building.

Crimson Plague recovered quickly, retaliating with a brutal kick to Yurgion's face, followed by two devastating strikes that sent him reeling.

As Yurgion steadied himself and prepared to counterattack, Nightshade materialized beside him, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Say goodbye," Nightshade whispered.

A surge of corruption erupted from his palm, aiming to rot Yurgion's heart from within. But instead of collapsing, Yurgion smirked.

"Is this a joke?" he asked, his voice taunting.

Nightshade's smirk wavered. His ability wasn't working.

"So you managed to bypass my corruption?" Nightshade mused. "I was going to use you as my puppet... but I guess that won't be happening."

With a burst of power, Yurgion pushed both of them away, nullifying the virus that had infected him. His dark energy expanded, forming a massive spear of pure destruction.

"You fools really think you can defeat me?" Yurgion taunted. "Then your lives end here."

As the spear grew, Nightshade's radio crackled to life.

"Nightshade, I've been watching your battle," came Nitomaa's voice. "Listen carefully—don't use your abilities. It only makes him stronger. Tell Crimson Plague to stop spreading his virus. Yurgion has already adapted."

"I can hear you, boss," Crimson Plague responded, rubbing his chin. "What's the plan?"

"Take a different approach," Nitomaa advised. "Attack him with pure physical strength. His adaptation only works against negative energy. Any attack involving corruption, curses, or viruses will be absorbed. His dark magic allows him to evolve when exposed to negative forces. If you stop using those abilities, his adaptation becomes useless."

Nightshade nodded. "Got it. Thanks, Nitomaa."

With that, he deactivated the radio and turned to Crimson Plague. "I guess it's time for a change of plans."

Crimson Plague exhaled a cloud of crimson smoke, cracking his knuckles. "No more powers, huh? Fine. Let's see how he handles a proper beatdown."

The two warriors exchanged glances beforecharging forward, fists raised, ready to end the battle with their own raw strength.