Clash of Power

The air crackled with tension as Rajiv stood tall, golden energy flickering around him. Across from him, Anil's dark aura pulsed, unnatural and overwhelming. The battlefield had descended into chaos, but at this moment, everything else faded.

It was Rajiv versus Anil.

Anil smirked. "You think you can match me, No Energy Child?" He dashed forward, his movements unnaturally fast.

Rajiv barely had time to react. He raised his sword, blocking the strike, but the force sent shockwaves through his body. His feet skidded back across the dirt. Too strong.

Anil twisted his wrist, pushing Rajiv's sword aside, and lashed out with a brutal kick. Rajiv dodged, barely escaping the attack. He countered with a swift slash—only for Anil to vanish again.

Behind you!

Rajiv spun just in time to block another strike, but Anil wasn't slowing down. He was relentless, attacking with inhuman speed and precision. Rajiv's golden energy flickered, his control slipping.

Stay focused.

Rajiv inhaled, steadying his mind. Energy is more than power. It's flow, rhythm, control.

He adjusted his stance. This time, when Anil attacked, Rajiv didn't block. He shifted his body just enough to evade the strike, letting Anil's own momentum carry him forward.

For the first time, Anil lost balance.

Rajiv capitalized on the opening, striking with precision. His sword cut across Anil's shoulder, sending a burst of golden energy through him. Anil let out a sharp gasp, stumbling back.

The dark aura around him wavered. It was unstable. Forced. Artificial.

Rajiv narrowed his eyes. "That energy you're using… it's not yours, is it?"

Anil clenched his jaw, but Rajiv could see it now—his body was struggling to handle the unnatural power.

He's strong, but this energy is destroying him.

The Breaking Point

Anil growled, rage flashing in his eyes. "Shut up!" He raised his hand, and the dark energy flared violently.

Rajiv's instincts screamed at him—something was wrong.

Anil lunged, swinging his sword in a reckless, desperate arc. Rajiv dodged, but the energy backlash sent him flying. He crashed into the dirt, coughing.

The ground beneath Anil cracked, energy spiraling out of control. His own body trembled under the strain.

"What… is this?" Anil gasped, his breathing ragged.

Rajiv pushed himself up. "You're forcing power that doesn't belong to you. It's eating you alive."

Anil's eyes flickered with something—fear? No. Denial.

"No! I… I can control it!"

But the energy thought otherwise.

The dark aura around Anil flared violently, lashing out uncontrollably. His screams echoed through the battlefield as the energy turned against him. His teammates watched in shock, too afraid to intervene.

Rajiv acted on instinct. He charged forward, golden energy stabilizing around him. He couldn't let Anil be consumed by this.

With one swift motion, Rajiv struck Anil's chest—not to kill, but to disrupt the flow of the corrupted energy. His golden energy clashed against the darkness, and for a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

Then—BOOM!

A powerful shockwave erupted, sending both of them flying. Rajiv tumbled across the ground, his vision blurring. The last thing he saw before everything went black was Anil collapsing, his dark aura fading.

The Aftermath

When Rajiv opened his eyes, he was still on the battlefield. His body ached, but he was alive.

Around him, the fight had ended. The second round was over.

He turned his head, searching. Anil lay unconscious, his energy completely drained. The dark aura was gone.

The announcer's voice echoed through the silence.

"The winners of the second round have been decided!"

Rajiv exhaled. He had won.

But something told him… this was just the beginning.