Ronkai Dow vs. Nolan Sauredo Final
"Nghh!...I'm not gonna lose.... I'm gonna win this damn tournament—not to save my multiverse, but because I wanna fucking become the best!" Nolan roared, his voice raw, pain lacing every syllable.
His body trembled. His vision swam.
But he refused to drop.
CRACK!
Ronkai's fist smashed into Nolan's wrist, forcing it open. The blade slipped—
CLANG!
The sword hit the ground tip-first, then buried deep into the shattered arena.
Ronkai—blood-soaked, throat ripped, body trembling—lifted his leg. His boot rose like a guillotine.
BAM!
He brought his sole down onto Nolan's knee—a disgusting crunch as the bone burst free from the skin.
Nolan's eyes widened, white-hot pain flooding his nerves... but his gaze never left Ronkai.
Still. Locked. In.
Ronkai coughed, blood spilling from his shredded throat. But he forced himself to speak.
"Then... let me win... 'cause... I... care... about my multiverse... especially... family..."
Every word came out wet, gurgling, each one slicing his throat from the inside.
"If you don't care... you may as well... let me brutally kill you..."
Then—
SMASH!
Ronkai's knuckles slammed into Nolan's face.
Again. And again. And again.
Blood splattered.
Bones cracked.
Skin split open.
Nolan's face became disfigured, iron filling his nose with every breath.
But he clenched his teeth.
Not because of pain. But rage.
He never knew the art of losing.
Because losing... meant death.
Even if his multiverse would survive—with minor destruction—he would be gone. Forgotten. Alone.
Just like before.
Family? Friends? They all left him.
So if he had to die... he'd do it in the finals.
And then—
FWOOOM!
His sword lifted off the ground.
ZIP—CRACK!
It flew with supersonic speed, ripping through the air and—
SLAM!
The blade pierced Ronkai's skull, splitting into his temple.
"GAAAHHH!" Ronkai shrieked.
His hand snapped up, blocking just in time to stop it piercing deeper, but the blade buried itself in his palm, flesh tearing apart.
Then—
Blackness.
His body began to change.
Absolute Nothingness.
A surge of black energy devoured Ronkai's body—his skin darkening, distorting—like the void itself was consuming him.
His face twisted in agony.
His legs vanished, dissolving into shadow, erased from existence.
The pain wasn't just physical.
He felt everything.
Every pain. Every death. Every memory of suffering across time and space.
Nolan walked toward him—slowly. Sword still lodged in Ronkai's flesh. He didn't remove it.
He just watched.
Watched him suffer.
Watched him die.
The black energy climbed up Ronkai's torso, inch by inch. He grit his teeth, eyes wide.
Not yet.
Ronkai's trembling hand grabbed the hilt of the sword—
YANK!
He tore it free from his palm and—
THWACK!
Swung his arm, hurling it off to the ground. The sword skidded across the field.
The pain vanished—but so did everything below his waist.
He was half a man.
Nolan walked up beside him, picking up his sword again. Calm. Controlled.
He tilted his head and smiled.
"Too bad this ability can only be used once a day... haha. But look at you—can't even walk anymore.
Pathetic."
Ronkai tilted his head, glaring at Nolan. This guy's ego never stopped... but at least his multiverse wouldn't be destroyed.
He clenched his fists.
But they wouldn't even care.
His family wouldn't care.
There was no fucking point in saving a multiverse that treated him like a tool. Why should he die for trillions of people he barely knew? Trillions who never gave a damn about him?
No.
If he had to choose between dying for them or winning—
He'd fucking win for his own benefits.
Ronkai's body convulsed.
Pain Adapter.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
His scream ripped through the arena, his throat still open—flesh ripped apart—yet he still roared, defying his own body's limits. His lower half began to regenerate, flesh twisting and reforming in a grotesque display of agony. His nerves burned—his muscles shredded themselves into existence—but the pain only fueled him.
Nolan stepped forward, unfazed, his sword gleaming as he swung.
Ronkai shot his hand up—
SHNK!
The tip of Nolan's sword punched through his palm. Blood sprayed, but it didn't heal. Only losing limbs healed.
But pain?
Pain didn't matter anymore.
A mechanical voice echoed through the arena.
[Nolan used healing ability. Down to 3 uses remaining.]
Ronkai grinned, blood dripping from his mouth.
"Kinetic Flow."
His body exploded forward—kinetic energy amplified 20x—his knee slammed into Nolan's gut.
BOOM!
Nolan rocketed off the ground, sent screaming into the sky like a bullet. The shockwave thundered across the arena—an earthquake splitting the battlefield—buildings collapsing, the ground fracturing apart.
Ronkai crouched.
Tensed.
Then—
BOOM!
He launched himself, the sheer force cratering the ground beneath him. The air howled, the pressure so intense it left a hole in the sky.
Mid-air, his fist found Nolan's throat.
CRACK!
Nolan gagged, blood spraying as his head recoiled violently.
Ronkai grabbed him—both fists—spun—
SLAM!
He hammered Nolan straight down.
Supersonic impact.
A shockwave roared through the battlefield.
The ground gave—crumbling—cracking—
BOOM!
A mushroom cloud of dust erupted as Nolan cratered into the earth.
Ronkai landed with a deafening thud, sending debris flying.
But Nolan wasn't done.
SHING!
His sword pulsed—burning red—its edges vibrating with raw energy.
Rage Sword.
Nolan staggered up, his body trembling, face twisted in fury.
"FUCKING HELL, DON'T YOU GET IT? I WON'T LOSE!"
He screamed—
BOOM!
He shot forward—not supersonic.
Not even hypersonic.
Near light-speed.
Ronkai let him come.
SHLNK!
Nolan's sword slashed deep—flesh tearing—blood spraying—
Ronkai's body tensed.
Adapt.
He twisted, foot sliding forward—
WHAM!
An elbow to Nolan's jaw. Bone crunched. Nolan flew back, but Ronkai had enough of this shit.
He stomped the ground—
BOOM!
A crater imploded beneath him.
No retreat.
No hesitation.
Ronkai's fists found Nolan's ribs—
THUD!
One.
THUD!
Two.
THUD!
Three.
A hook to the skull.
An uppercut to the chin—
WHACK!
A spinning backfist that rattled Nolan's head.
Blood sprayed—his balance shattered—
Nolan staggered, but his sword was alive, pulsing, evolving.
He slashed—
SHNK!
Ronkai's face—
SHNK!
His arms—skin parting, flesh splitting—
Nolan's sword grew stronger with each strike.
Ronkai grinned, blood dripping.
Adapt.
His body exploded forward—
A barrage.
Fists flying.
Nolan raised his sword—parrying—blocking—his blade hardening, his strength multiplying.
He countered—
SLAM!
His sword tore into Ronkai's shoulder.
Ronkai gritted his teeth.
Adapt.
He slammed his fist into Nolan's jaw—
CRACK!
Nolan elbowed him in the face—
Both refused to fall.
Nolan's sword ignited—charged—
ONE SWIFT SLASH.
A pause.
A delay.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!
A shockwave erupted, launching Ronkai like a damn projectile at light-speed—
Buildings parted—the floor split—debris scattered.
Ronkai twisted mid-air—
Adapt.
He launched himself back—his own bodyweight fueling the momentum—
At pure light-speed, his fist swung—
BOOOOOOOM!
Kinetic Flow
60x STRONGER.
Fist met face.
Nolan's skull caved.
The ground shattered.
A city-destroying impact.
Nolan's body buried into the crater—his face unrecognizable, blood pooling beneath him.
The arena trembled.
Silence.
Then—
Ronkai exhaled.
"I don't care how much pain you inflict on me..."
Ronkai's voice was cold. Low.
"I don't care if you split my body in half..."
He stepped forward, slow and deliberate—blood dripping from his chin.
"In the end... you've just given me more reason to kill you..."
His eyes locked with Nolan's—calm, murderous.
"...You're useless without your sword..."
A pause.
"...Nothing."
CLACK.
Ronkai grabbed the hilt of Nolan's sword—fingers wrapping around it with unnatural control.
Then—
CRUNCH!
He clenched his fist around the blade. Metal groaned—
Then—
SHATTER!
The sword exploded in his hand—shards raining down Nolan's body like falling glass.
CLANG! CLINK! CRSHH!
Nolan stared, his face twisted in disbelief.
Ronkai didn't flinch.
"You're strong..." he whispered—voice trembling, not from fear... but rage.
"...But my pain is stronger."
"NGHHHH—AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Ronkai screamed—rage and trauma combusting through his lungs.
Then—
BAM!
A fist to Nolan's face.
BAM!
Another.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
He wouldn't stop.
CRACK!
He slammed his hand down into Nolan's mouth—deep—
And then—
SLLLLKHHHH...
Very... very slowly...
He ripped his hand down and through Nolan's body—flesh tearing, organs splitting.
Nolan's eyes went wide, veins popping—blood leaking down his cheeks like tears of fury.
"GRAAAHHHHHH!"
Nolan caught Ronkai's arm mid-strike—
And shoved his thumb into Ronkai's eye—
SHHK!
A hole formed—blood gushing—but Ronkai didn't scream.
No more screaming.
Only brutality.
He gritted his teeth—
Then RIPPED again—his other arm tearing Nolan's body apart from the inside.
SPPLRRSHHHH!
Blood exploded out like a fountain—pooling beneath them.
Nolan twitched—barely standing.
Ronkai stared him down.
Then raised his fist.
Slowly...
He pushed it against Nolan's face—
Pressure building.
CRKKK.
Bones snapped.
CRRRKKKK.
Flesh peeled back.
Then—
BOOOOOOOM!
His fist smashed straight through—connecting with the ground behind Nolan's head.
THUD.
Silence...
Ronkai lifted his blood-soaked fist.
A massive hole gaped where Nolan's face used to be.
Pain Adapter flickered—vanished.
His body trembled—his legs weak. He staggered...
Falling to one knee.
"...Sorry for the pain I gave you..." he whispered.
His voice was cracked. Hollow.
"...But I've faced worse."
He looked down at Nolan's corpse.
A worthy opponent.
He stood—barely.
Nolan's body dissolved into particles—fading from the arena.
Then—
WHOOOOOM.
A portal opened.
Bright. Blue. Silent.
The exit.
His multiverse.
To prepare for his next match.
Ronkai took one slow step forward—
Then another.
He walked through the portal—
And vanished.
[Winner of Round 1: Ronkai]
Quarterfinals (8 Fighters)
🏆 Ronkai Dow (1) vs. Winner of (2)
🏆 Winner of (3) vs. Winner of (4)
🏆 Winner of (5) vs. Winner of (6)
🏆 Winner of (7) vs. Winner of (8)