A fight between Gods
As Lee charged into the fray, his movements were a blur of electric ferocity. He was like a living tempest, each step propelling him forward with the speed and unpredictability of a lightning strike. His blade, aglow with a fiery aura, cut through the air, leaving trails of incandescent light that painted the darkness with strokes of gold and crimson.
The ethereal dragons that danced around him seemed to fuel his momentum, their mythical presence lending an otherworldly grace to his attacks. With each swift motion, the dragons roared and spiraled, their forms intertwining with Lee's strikes, creating a symphony of power and speed.
As he launched into his attack, "3rd Form: Godspeed," it was as though time itself bent to his will. He became a golden blur, each movement so rapid it was barely perceptible to the naked eye. The space around him vibrated with the insanity of his speed, the air crackling and hissing as if unable to contain the energy he exuded.
When he executed "4th Form: Avatar," his presence on the battlefield multiplied, giving the illusion of being everywhere at once. Shadows of his form flickered across the walls and floor, each one as lethal as the next, creating a maze of deadly strikes that were near impossible to predict or evade.
Finally, with "5th Form: Overcharge," Lee unleashed the full might of his power. His blades shone brighter, the fiery energy enveloping them intensifying until they resembled molten suns. The ethereal dragons roared louder, their forms becoming more defined and fierce, as if they too were being overcharged by Lee's unyielding spirit.
Each slash he delivered was like a thunderbolt, charged with a domineering power that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the air. The golden and reddish light of his blades, coupled with the sheer speed and ferocity of his attacks, created a spectacle of awe-inspiring violence, a dance of destruction that was both terrifying and beautiful in its execution.
Thanos, his power surging like a volcanic eruption, launched himself at Fang Yuan, his steps scorching the earth beneath him. Above him, Lee, his blade crackling with fiery power, danced along the walls with the grace of a storm, ethereal dragons swirling in his wake. The room itself seemed to quiver under the intensity of their combined assault.
As Thanos descended, he delivered a devastating axe kick towards Fang Yuan. The sheer force of the impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, the ground cracking and splitting as if the very earth was crying out. Fang Yuan, his eyes narrowing, caught the blow with his hands in a guard stance, muscles straining under the god-like force.
Behind Fang Yuan, a whisper sliced through the air, "4th Form: Divine Bolt." Lee, now a blur of speed and light, sent consecutive slashes at Fang Yuan, each one roaring like thunder, embodying the ferocity of lightning itself. The air crackled and hummed, charged with raw power.
Fang Yuan, caught between the titan's relentless brawn and Lee's lightning-fast strikes, dodged with supernatural agility. But suddenly, he stiffened, his face contorting in pain. "Mental attack!" he gasped. The titan, seizing the moment, retreated, his azure eyes glowing with an ethereal light.
"I see, you're not protected by the world anymore since you're inside the rift," the titan grinned, his voice dripping with triumph. The mental onslaught intensified, and for a moment, Fang Yuan was paralyzed, the roaring waves of Lee's attack crashing into him in unison with the titan's barrage of primordial daggers.
The chamber erupted in an explosion of light and sound, the ground trembling under the force. Kai's voice inside Thanos' head rang out, filled with delight and savage approval. "Jump him! Jump him!"
Thanos turned away, focusing on sensing Fang Yuan's whereabouts rather than watching the explosion. But then, amidst the dissipating smoke, laughter echoed.
"I grew so weak all these years, that even insects like you can hurt me," Fang Yuan's voice rang out, now dripping with disdain.
"No more holding back," he declared, his demonic aura amplifying his already formidable strength.
The titan, facing this new threat, sighed in acknowledgment. "I agree, no more holding back." From a rarely opened pouch, he retrieved a mask, eerie and glowing. As he donned it, the light in the room seemed to warp and bend, drawn to the mask like moths to flame. The very air around Thanos thickened, charged with a palpable, raw energy. His presence grew, not just in physical space but in the consciousness of every being in the room. It was as if a god was born.
Fang Yuan, sensing the immense power radiating from the mask, grinned a feral smile, recognizing the mask's potential and its cost.
On the other side of the room, Lee watched, awestruck. His master had revealed a power he had never witnessed, an aura so domineering it eclipsed his previous form.
But Thanos wasn't finished. From the same pouch, he drew a glowing, blue stone, its luminescence casting eerie shadows in the chamber. Fang Yuan's breath hitched, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "Is that the sp—" he started, but before he could finish, Thanos teleported, appearing before him in a blink.
A punch connected with Fang Yuan's face, a blow so powerful that it echoed like a clap of thunder.