Zhen Vs Twisted Balance Joker

Zhen stood still, his expression calm as he faced the Twisted Balance Joker. Unlike the others, this Joker didn't cackle or grin wildly. Instead, he looked almost serene, adjusting his coat as he stared at Zhen with cold, calculating eyes.

"Balance is necessary, Zhen. But true balance requires sacrifice. A world where only good exists is an illusion. There must be equal suffering, equal chaos."

Zhen narrowed his eyes. "Balance isn't about forcing suffering. It's about harmony."

The Joker smirked. "Harmony? That's just another word for control. You don't understand real balance, Zhen. You fear what it truly means."

He raised his hands, and two massive scales materialized behind him, shifting as if weighing the very fabric of existence. On one side, light. On the other, darkness.

"Let's tip the scales, shall we?"

The moment Zhen stepped forward, the scales reacted—the battlefield itself twisted. Suddenly, he was standing on a thin, narrow platform, a void of light and darkness swirling beneath him.

"You see, Zhen," the Joker continued, his voice echoing around them. "The only way to maintain balance is to destroy those who disrupt it. That includes you."

Zhen's fists clenched. "Balance isn't destruction. It's understanding."

The Joker snapped his fingers, and chains of light and shadow shot toward Zhen. He leapt back, barely dodging as they smashed into the platform, leaving cracks in reality itself.

"If you won't accept balance, then I'll force it upon you."

Zhen took a deep breath, his aura glowing with a mix of calm blue and radiant white energy. He extended his hands, and a spectral scale appeared before him, but unlike the Joker's, it wasn't about weighing power—it was about control over his own strength.

"I don't need your twisted version of balance. I'll create my own."

With a swift motion, Zhen rushed forward, dodging the Joker's attacks and striking the scale behind him with a powerful palm strike. The battlefield trembled, the void shattering around them.

The Joker's confident smirk faded as his own scales began to crack.

"Impossible...!"

Zhen clenched his fist, delivering a powerful strike to the Joker's chest, sending him flying backward. The Joker's form flickered, his body breaking apart into fragments of black and white energy.

"True balance isn't about control or chaos. It's about choice."

The Joker let out a final laugh before fading completely, his twisted scales crumbling into dust.

Zhen exhaled, standing tall as his aura dimmed. He looked ahead.

As the Joker stumbled back, cracks forming in the scales behind him, Zhen exhaled slowly. His body began to glow, a perfect fusion of white and dark energy swirling around him, creating an aura of true balance.

The Joker's eyes widened. "No… that's not possible! You can't control both!"

Zhen didn't respond. His body moved on instinct. With a burst of speed, he closed the distance in an instant, his fists radiating pure balance energy.

The Joker lashed out, summoning chains of light and darkness to bind Zhen, but they shattered upon contact.

Zhen reared back his fist. "This is my balance!"

With one final punch, infused with both white and dark energy, he drove his fist straight into the Joker's chest. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield, and the Joker's body cracked like glass.

The twisted scales behind him shattered, and the Joker let out a final choked laugh before exploding into fragments of light and shadow.

As the battlefield returned to normal, Zhen stood tall, his aura slowly fading.

"True balance isn't forced… it's chosen."

With his battle over, Zhen turned and walked forward. The fight wasn't done yet.