Ronkai Dow vs. Nolan Sauredo

[Setting: New York]

[Round 1: Ronkai Dow vs. Nolan Sauredo]

Both fighters walked slowly on either side of the arena, their gazes scanning the battlefield. A flawless replica of New York stretched around them—skyscrapers looming, neon signs flickering, streets lined with cars as if the city had been frozen in time.

Ronkai turned his head, inhaling deeply, testing the air. The scent was identical to Earth's—grime, metal, gasoline. Satisfied, he began to stretch, grabbing his limbs and twisting them with precision, his joints cracking as he prepared. On the opposite side, Nolan stood motionless, his lips curling into a wide, eager grin. He didn't bother to warm up. He only waited, body trembling with anticipation as he watched Ronkai.

A booming voice echoed through the arena from unseen speakers.

[Fight is gonna start at 1...]

Ronkai stopped stretching. Nolan raised his arms, slamming his fist into his palm with a force that sent a dull shockwave outward. The air recoiled, vibrating from the impact. His knees bent slightly, body shifting as he bounced in place, launching himself an inch off the ground each time—testing his movement.

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[FIGHT!]

Nolan wasted no time.

His hand snapped to the hilt of his sword. Muscles pulsed as he wrenched it free, the blade singing as it tore from its sheath. In an instant, he launched forward. The ground beneath him cracked, spiderweb fractures splintering outward as he closed the gap between them with terrifying speed.

The cold steel blade sliced through the air, aiming for Ronkai's throat.

Ronkai's eyes closed in a split second.

A breath. A shift.

The sharp tip of the sword grazed his cheek, a thin line of crimson welling up before he had even finished moving. His knees bent slightly, body lowering just enough. Then—

With a brutal downward slam, Ronkai's hands crashed onto the flat of the blade, driving it toward the ground with a metallic screech. The force sent vibrations up Nolan's arms, his grip tightening instinctively. But before he could react—

Ronkai's leg twisted, foot grinding against the cracked pavement, a sharp grrrrrrk sound slicing through the silence. His heel hooked around Nolan's leg, sweeping outward. In one fluid motion, he twisted his torso, the momentum coiling through his body like a whip.

Then—impact.

The tip of Ronkai's elbow smashed into Nolan's nose with a sickening crack. Bone shattered beneath the force. Nolan's head snapped backward, blood spraying through the air in an arc of deep crimson. But his eyes—his eyes remained locked on Ronkai. Focused. Locked In.

He staggered back, blood trickling down his lips. The scent filled his nostrils—metallic, raw. A grin stretched across his face.

Ronkai moved to press the advantage.

But Nolan was faster.

With a sudden shift, he drove his leg to the side, evading Ronkai's punch by mere inches. The force of the strike roared past him, the displaced air alone rattling his skin—a pressure so immense it sent a cool shiver through his body.

And then—his blade struck.

Steel sank into Ronkai's shoulder.

Flesh parted with sickening ease. The sharp intrusion forced Ronkai's teeth to clench, pain flaring through his nerves like fire. But he didn't retreat. Didn't falter.

Instead—he used it.

This moment. This pain. This force.

A surge of power erupted within him—Kinetic Flow igniting like a live wire. The energy from the embedded blade pulsed through him, crackling beneath his skin, veins bulging as if ready to snap. His muscles coiled, the gathered force amplifying, doubling, tripling—

Then, with a roar—

He twisted his torso, every ounce of stored energy flooding into his fist. His knuckles met Nolan's cheekbone with a force beyond comprehension.

The world shook.

Nolan's face caved inward under the strike, his entire body folding backward as the sheer force rippled through him. The very air recoiled, a shockwave blasting outward in all directions. The ground beneath them groaned, cracks splitting across the pavement, racing outward for hundreds of feet.

Nolan was a blur—launched through the air like a missile—before slamming into a building with an earth-shaking crash.

The structure buckled instantly. Concrete and steel groaned, collapsing inward as debris exploded outward. A thick cloud of dust engulfed the battlefield, swallowing Nolan whole. The acrid scent of destruction choked the air.

And then—

Silence.

Only the sound of settling rubble filled the void.

Ronkai stood tall, blood dripping from his shoulder, his chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths.

Nolan was barely visible through the thick dust cloud. Ronkai let out a breath, convinced he had won—

"Fuck, that was amazing. Couldn't ask for a better opponent."

A voice cut through the dust.

Then—BOOM!

Nolan surged forward, moving with a speed so immense it rivaled a speeding bullet. In an instant, he was in front of Ronkai. Too fast! Ronkai barely reacted—Nolan's foot slammed down with sheer force, the air itself ripping apart from the impact. Before Ronkai could fully register, Nolan's body snapped back, his movements crisp, telegraphed with absolute precision—

A blur.

The sword came—FAST. Too fast. It drove toward Ronkai's ribs, a silver streak of death. But Ronkai anticipated—his instincts kicking in at the last second. His body crouched slightly, arms crossing to shield his ribs.

CLANG!

Cold steel met hardened flesh. The force—unreal. The moment of contact sent violent tremors through the ground, shattering it multiple times over. Then—

WHOOSH!

Ronkai's body blasted away like a projectile, wind screaming as he tore through the battlefield. Nolan's sword still hung in the air, his clothes howling from the impact.

CRASH—CRASH—CRASH!

Ronkai's body slammed into the ground again and again, each impact reverberating through his bones, pain twisting into his muscles. A final, violent BLAST—he smashed into a parked car.

BOOM!

The vehicle erupted, a fiery explosion swallowing him whole. The air filled with thick black smoke, heat waves distorting the battlefield.

Then—

A hand.

Ronkai slammed it down, forcing himself up. His body trembled, every muscle aching, yet he stood tall. He wiped the blood from his lips, then smirked—

"What a weak strike."

Nolan's lips curled into a wide grin. No hesitation. No mercy.

BOOM!

He moved—faster. This time, Mach 3. The roar of his speed tore through the air, each footfall shaking the earth, parting the ground like a divine force descending.

Ronkai stood still.

Then—PIERCE!

Nolan's sword sank into his stomach. The blade cut clean, but Ronkai reacted.

SLAM!

His hand gripped down hard on the blade, palm skin splitting open, blood dripping—but he clenched his muscles tight. The sword wouldn't go deeper.

Then—

BOOM!

Ronkai's fist snapped forward—his middle knuckle protruding—right into Nolan's throat. No external wounds. No visible damage. But the impact rippled inward—a force traveling up Nolan's throat like a shockwave.

Air stopped.

Nolan's breath hitched—his body froze.

Ronkai took the chance.

BAM—BAM—BAM—BAM—

His fists landed with bone-breaking force—jaw, cheeks, stomach, ribs—each strike clean, devastating. A brutal roundhouse kick crashed into Nolan's thigh, shaking his leg—then a tornado kick to his face.

CRACK!

Nolan's skin shrunk inward, vibrating from the impact before—WHOOSH!—he was launched down the street, skidding violently across the road.

But—

SLAM!

Nolan stabbed his sword into the ground, bringing himself to a halt. His fingers gripped the hilt tight, veins bulging from his forearm.

Then—he moved.

With one brutal swing, he dragged the blade across the earth—splitting the ground apart!

The slash—INSANE SPEED.

Ronkai barely saw it.

A straight gash ripped through his torso. The pain didn't register immediately. It was too fast.

For a brief second—time seemed still.

Then—

BOOM!

Buildings collapsed.

The shockwave alone sent debris spiraling into the air. Ronkai's knees trembled. He went down, blood drenching his clothes.

But Nolan wasn't done.

SLASH—SLASH—SLASH—SLASH—

A barrage. Each strike dug into Ronkai's flesh, parting skin with surgical precision.

Then—

BAM!

A brutal knee to the jaw. CRACK! Ronkai's head snapped back—his body launched upward. Nolan followed, his sword carving clean, deep wounds as he slashed again and again.

Ronkai snapped his torso sideways—just in time.

WHOOSH!

Nolan's blade came down—CRACK! The sword slammed into the ground, pausing for a single breath—

BOOM!

The earth ruptured. A violent shockwave ripped apart the structure, cracks spiraling outward as debris exploded into the air. Dust turned the battlefield into a suffocating haze, shrouding the fighters in a battlefield of shadows.

But Ronkai moved.

A silhouette in the chaos—he lunged.

His fist tore through the smoke—aimed for Nolan's jaw.

But—

CLANG!

Steel met flesh. A shockwave ignited.

Nolan's grip tightened as the impact rattled through his arms. His stance slid back an inch—then stopped. He dug his heels in, muscles locked in place.

"Ngh!" Ronkai grunted.

But Nolan didn't give him time.

SWISH—SWISH—SWISH!

Blade flashing. Strike after relentless strike. Each arc of silver aimed to tear Ronkai apart.

But Ronkai was already flowing.

His body—bobbing, weaving, slipping. Pure instinct, pure adrenaline. His feet barely kissed the ground before he surged forward—countering.

Fists like bullets—firing in a storm.

Nolan twisted his blade, meeting every punch with steel. Parries—precise. Snaps of his wrist—flawless. The two moved in raw violence.

Step. Evade. Strike. Retreat.

Then—

WHIPCRACK!

Ronkai spun—his leg cut through the space like a blade. The impact slammed into Nolan's ribs.

BAM!

Nolan skidded sideways. But already—he was shifting, blade arcing diagonal—fast.

Ronkai reacted.

His arms snapped together—forming an X.

CLANG!

Steel met bone, sending a shockwave rippling through his muscles. The force vibrated in his core.

Then—

Nolan's excitement surged.

And with it—his power.

Black Sword.

His right hand ignited. A swirling black aura coiled around his blade—crawling up his arm like a hungry beast.

Ronkai's eyes narrowed.

For half a second—he froze.

Then—

Nolan snapped his second hand onto the hilt.

Vanish.

He—lagged.

WHOOSH!

A gust of displaced air—Ronkai pivoted. Too late.

Nolan materialized behind him.

His front foot slid forward. A lethal arc.

His blade—swung.

Darkness drenched the steel.

Then—

IMPACT!

BOOM!

Ronkai BLASTED AWAY.

A cannonball—wrapped in black energy.

The tendrils coiled around him, tightening, forcing his muscles to tremble under its unnatural weight.

WHOOSH!

Nolan's speed—EXPLODED.

His form—a streak of black lightning.

Before Ronkai could recover—

A STORM OF SLASHES.

SWISH—SWISH—SWISH—

Steel tore through the air, carving deep wounds, deep pain, deep suffering.

Too fast. Too precise. Too ruthless.

Ronkai's strength—fading.

For a fraction of a second—his guard dropped.

And that was all Nolan needed.

His stance locked.

His foot swept forward.

WHOOSH—BAM!

Ronkai's feet were ripped out from under him.

CRASH!

He hit the ground—HARD.

But no time to recover.

Steel. Falling. Fast.

Nolan's blade—diving toward his skull.

Ronkai jerked his head sideways—

CLANG!

The sword buried itself into the earth—mere inches from his face.

BOOM!

The shockwave blasted him sideways.

A blur—

Straight through a convenience store window.

CRASH!

Glass exploded, debris erupting as Ronkai smashed through the wreckage—his body sinking into the rubble.

Silence.

For a second.

Then—

Ronkai's fingers twitched.

[To be continued...]