Dicio Amicus vs. Varek Solin – A Clash of Control and Strength

The air was heavy with tension as the final battle was about to begin.

The announcer raised the microphone. "Final match—"

Before the word "BEGIN!" could leave his mouth, Varek was already moving.

A bronze flash streaked across the battlefield—Varek had launched himself forward at full speed, aiming to end the fight before it even started. His fists clenched, his mana roaring around him like a storm.

But—

Dicio didn't even flinch.

His silver aura pulsed for half a second, and then—

Varek stopped.

Mid-stride. Mid-attack. Mid-air.

Frozen.

Dicio's smirk widened. His hands were still casually in his pockets. "You're too reckless."

Varek's eyes widened in shock. He tried to move his body, to force himself forward—but his limbs refused to listen. His weight had shifted unnaturally, his balance thrown off, as if the very air around him had locked him in place.

Dicio had already taken control.

The audience murmured in disbelief.

"Did… did he just stop Varek in his tracks?!"

"That's insane! Varek was moving too fast to react to!"

Dicio let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. "You thought running in without thinking would work against me?"

With a single flick of his finger—

Varek was launched backward.

Not by his own will, but by Dicio's power.

Varek tumbled across the ground but managed to plant his feet, skidding to a halt. He clenched his fists, his bronze mana burning brighter as he glared at Dicio.

Dicio chuckled, tilting his head. "Well? Got anything better than brute force?"

Varek took a slow breath.

Then, he grinned.

"Yeah," he said. "I do."

And then—he surged forward again.

This time, he wasn't just running.

This time, he was adapting.

Dicio raised an eyebrow as Varek's bronze mana flared even brighter. The ground beneath him cracked under the weight of his presence.

Then—

A second surge.

Varek's bronze aura expanded, swirling violently around him like a storm. His muscles tensed, his stance became unshakable. His body was harder, tougher—his durability had skyrocketed.

The crowd gasped.

Keiran, still lying on the ground, barely lifted his head. His body ached from his battle with Dicio, but as he saw what was happening, he let out a weak groan.

"Wow… that's not fair."

Dicio, for once, looked impressed. He whistled. "Two Mana Surges? That's rare."

He cracked his knuckles, silver mana rippling around him. "Alright, Varek… let's see what you can do now."

Varek didn't answer.

He just charged.

And this time—Dicio couldn't stop him so easily.

Dicio's silver aura flared as he whispered, "Control. Control. Everything."

He reached out with his power, trying to manipulate Varek's weight, speed—anything.

But—nothing happened.

His smirk faltered.

Varek's high durability enhancement had made him too resistant. Dicio's control couldn't hold him anymore.

Impossible.

Before Dicio could react, Varek suddenly vanished.

BOOM!

A fist slammed into his chin.

Dicio's vision blurred. His body was launched into the air, sent flying across the battlefield.

The entire arena shook from the sheer impact.

The crowd gasped.

Keiran, still watching from the ground, blinked. "What the hell…?"

Varek stood there, bronze mana burning around him, fists clenched.

He had enhanced his strength a second time.

Dicio flipped mid-air, landing hard but managing to stay on his feet. He wiped a bit of blood from his lip, his smirk returning.

"Heh… alright then."

Dicio staggered, his body swaying as he tried to take a step forward.

What…?

His vision blurred. His legs felt heavy. His mind spun uncontrollably.

That punch…

His body gave up before his will could resist.

THUD.

Dicio collapsed.

The entire arena went silent.

Then—

"THE WINNERS ARE… VAREK SOLIN AND KEIRAN TRIZK!"

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Keiran, still on the ground, let out a weak laugh. "Hah… we won? That means I don't have to get up, right?"

Varek exhaled, his bronze aura slowly fading as he looked down at Dicio.

Dicio, lying unconscious, had a small smirk on his face.

Even in defeat, he had enjoyed the fight.