“Shattered Calculations”

Semifinals: Ezryel vs. Rex 

Liebe and Kyro had given each other no quarter—the battle had raged with ruthless precision and unstoppable force. As the dust settled and the victor was announced, for a brief moment, a semblance of calm settled over the arena.

But it was deceptive.

There was no time to recover.

The tension in the air remained razor-sharp. Everyone knew this was just the beginning. And now, the next duel was about to begin—one that might be even more unpredictable.

Rioji stepped into the middle of the arena, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, which was already shifting, adapting to the new fighters. With a short but firm nod, he gave the signal.

Rioji (calm, authoritative):

"Next up: Ezryel versus Rex."

A murmur went through the audience, excited whispers filling the air. The two contenders stepped forward, their eyes locking. No hesitation. No flinching. They both knew neither would hold back.

The arena began to take shape—a new battleground for an even deadlier dance.

The metallic platform beneath their feet vibrated slightly as the environment shifted—massive stone pillars shot up from the ground, floating platforms drifted through the air, and magnetic fields flickered between certain metallic structures. The air crackled with unpredictable energy.

Rex let his gaze roam across the arena.

He had studied it thoroughly—every platform, every shifting zone. His mind was working at full speed.

This wasn't just a battle against Ezryel—it was a battle against the battlefield itself.

Ezryel stood loosely across from him, spinning the amulet between his fingers. A smug grin played on his lips.

Ezryel (taunting, playful):

"Hopefully, you'll last longer than the others. I want at least a little fun."

Rex (calm, focused):

"You know, guys like you are my favorites. The ones who think speed alone is enough to win a fight."

Ezryel chuckled quietly.

Ezryel (grinning):

"And guys like you think that if you plan enough, everything is predictable. Sorry, but if you can't keep up, this will get ugly."

Rioji stepped forward, his voice echoing through the arena.

Rioji (commanding):

"Fighters, take your positions! The final match of the semifinals begins now!"

The signal sounded.

Ezryel vanished.

Rex moved instinctively to the side, dodging the first strike that sliced through the air a fraction of a second later.

An electric snap made his arm go numb as Ezryel's fist grazed past him.

Neo (tense, analyzing):

"He predicted the movement pattern… Rex knew exactly where Ezryel would land."

Kirah (thoughtful):

"But can he really keep up with that speed?"

Kyro (skeptical):

"He's good. But that doesn't mean he can win."

Tahkin (calculating):

"This is a duel between pure power and strategic precision."

Ezryel followed up immediately—blindingly fast combinations of punches and kicks, each movement amplified by electric energy.

Rex ducked, blocked with his kinetic gauntlets, but each impact sent a tingling pain through his arms.

Rex (tense, analyzing):

"Not bad…"

He used a brief moment of distance to reposition himself.

Ezryel (grinning, provoking):

"But?"

Rex:

"You rely too much on your speed."

Ezryel:

"And you rely too much on your calculations."

Then he came at him again.

But Rex had planned for exactly this.

When Ezryel lunged for a strike, Rex activated a kinetic shockwave in his gauntlet.

BOOM!

The resonance burst out in a sudden shockwave, throwing Ezryel back a few steps.

Rex sprinted forward, his fists flying—a quick jab, then an uppercut, followed by a knee strike.

Ezryel dodged, blocked—but Rex's movements weren't just brute force.

He was leading him exactly where he wanted.

Directly underneath a floating platform.

Rex activated a kinetic projectile that embedded itself in the metallic structure above Ezryel.

With a loud crash, the platform came crashing down.

Ezryel's eyes widened, and he ducked at the last moment—but the distraction was enough.

A brutal elbow strike crashed into his ribs.

Ezryel gasped, stumbled back—but then Rex heard the faintest crack.

He had broken a rib.

Yet Ezryel… still grinned.

Ezryel (breathing hard, but with a slight smile):

"Okay."

He pulled out the amulet again.

The colors changed.

The wind in the arena shifted.

Suddenly, Ezryel's movements became even smoother, his steps barely making a sound.

Wind Resonance.

He no longer needed the ground—he let the air currents carry him, leaping between floating platforms, attacking from unpredictable angles.

Rex immediately realized the danger.

The arena was no longer just a battlefield—it was Ezryel's personal playground.

But even that, Rex had planned for.

He allowed himself to be pushed back, dodging as if he were at a disadvantage.

He let Ezryel believe he was cornered.

Then he activated his trap.

A gravitational field snapped on.

Ezryel launched into his final attack, his body surging forward—but at the very moment he reached Rex,

he suddenly lost the ground beneath his feet.

His body was pulled upward.

For a fraction of a second, he was completely defenseless.

Rex released his kinetic resonance, reinforcing his fists with raw force—

and slammed a devastating hook directly into Ezryel's stomach. 

Something cracked.

Ezryel flew backward, landing hard on a metal platform before slamming into one of the stone pillars.

A brief moment of silence.

Rex breathed heavily, blood trickling from his nose.

Nia (respectful, analyzing):

"He's really using the entire arena against Ezryel… as if he studied every platform and gravitational field."

Liebe (observing, calm):

"Ezryel is still playing. This isn't his serious fight."

Neo (serious, contemplating):

"Rex calculated every possible situation. But in the end, a single misstep can change everything."

Kyro (tense, skeptical):

"But what if he actually finds a way? What if he sees the gap?"

Brix (arms crossed, scoffing):

"Rex is actually forcing him to try. I didn't think he'd push Ezryel this far."

The audience held their breath.

Ezryel lay on the ground for a moment, his breathing heavy.

Then…

He laughed.

Slowly, he pushed himself up. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes gleamed as he spun his amulet between his fingers.

Ezryel had not just drawn one resonance type.

He had combined Lightning and Earth.

From that moment on, it was no longer a fight.

It was a demonstration.

Neo (quietly, with a serious expression):

"This is it… the moment he ends the fight."

Kirah (tense, in disbelief):

"This isn't just a duel anymore. Ezryel is getting serious."

Leto (clenching his teeth):

"Rex is… completely outmatched."

Kyro (serious, acknowledging reality):

"He held on this long. But Ezryel is on another level."

Nia (thoughtful):

"He had the perfect plan."

Brix (calm, analyzing):

"Now there's no escape."

Ezryel stood up.

A crack ran through the floor beneath him.

Then, in an instant—he was gone.

Rex tried to react—but it was already too late.

BOOM!

A strike sent him flying backward before he could even blink.

Ezryel was everywhere.

Lightning flashed across the arena. The platforms trembled. The ground itself started to shake.

Tahkin (tense, shocked):

"Rex has to improvise… or he's finished."

Neo (arms crossed, watching intensely):

"He can't do anything now."

Ezryel appeared behind him—a brutal punch crashed into Rex's back.

Then another.

And another.

Every time Rex tried to move, Ezryel was already there.

Every time he tried to stand, a new lightning strike crashed down on him.

Or a punch sent him crashing back into the floor.

Ezryel was toying with him.

The audience fell silent.

Nia (whispering, clenching her fists):

"He should've stayed down by now… but he refuses."

Leto (tense, dark expression):

"He hasn't given up yet."

Tahkin (respectful, but realistic):

"He'll fight until he can't anymore."

But Rex's mind was still fighting.

He coughed, spitting blood onto the floor.

Then, slowly, he lifted his gaze.

He looked Ezryel in the eyes, his voice barely above a whisper:

Rex (weak, but with a faint smile):

"I calculated my chances of winning at 93 percent…"

He coughed again, gasping for air.

Rex (weak, but with firm eyes):

"But 93 percent… isn't 100."

A moment of silence.

Then, a voice echoed through the arena.

"The winner is… Ezryel!"

The audience remained quiet.

Some lowered their heads, others let out slow breaths.

Neo (calm, serious):

"Rex was so close… but almost isn't enough."

Kirah (silent, her gaze intense).

Leto (short, through clenched teeth):

"That was brutal."

Nia (softly, lowering her gaze):

"He could have won… it was just a single moment too much."

Liebe (calm, thoughtful):

"That was the difference between a good fighter… and a monster."

Brix (resigned, but respectful):

"Smart game of chess. But he was checkmated."

Rioji's decision was final.

Ezryel stood there for a moment, then extended his hand toward Rex.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, Rex took it.

It had been a hard battle.

But in the end, only one remained standing.