First Two to Fall

Exhilaration laughter from Jakon's sore throat echoed through the whole room as he expanded one of his arms. An arm that remained healthy for keeping the golden skin and glared at the heroes, giving him a refreshing sight.

Afterwards, a sudden electrifying, jade energy soared through Jakon's entire body, awakening a pressuring wind that convinced the heroes to cover their faces. Southern Shield with an infuriating look, raised his golden shield and pressed his knee cap for an initiation.

"Wait, Southern Shield do not engage him right now." A telepathic voice of Mistress Foreseen spoke within his mind.

"I just wanted to test what kind of trick he will bring to me next time." Southern Shield telepathically bickered.

"Yes, but not fully recommended to engage since his next trick is almost the same as your golden shield when it comes to the usage."

Southern Shield frowned his eyebrows in an unrelenting shock and strugglingly tightened his knuckle. Moreover, The Arrogant Shaolin gritted his teeth with the sweat of fear showered his forehead as his sight witnessed the jade electricity of Jakon gotten brighter with its light.

While Zero sharply pinned his nailing eyes on Jakon and flicked his finger in an anticipation demeanor. The Petit version of himself vastly showed up to the scene by letting the blue sparkles on above tributed its whole existence.

The Petit Zero flew closer to his master's direction and propelled its open arm for an upcoming blessing that would be beneficial for facing this kind of situation. Especially with Jakon's thunder-striking presence transformed the jade electricity string into his own skin color before it dissolved into nothing in less than a second, shimmering his entire body with a golden light brighter than the morning sun.

The Golden Distrunian sighed in bitter relief and joyfully chuckle either on his still fresh golden arm or the two opponents that brought him a sense of excitement. A delirium excitement that he formed within the shaking fist.

"I may lose my access with the golden staff, but my fighting spirit." Jakon bittered within his mind, "I am just heating it up more and more!!"

"Because this moment will be the best reminder or memory before I'll eventually meet death's door!!!" Jakon added.

Jakon heaved his shimmering hand to the very above and tightly clenched it's that embarked more the enlightening light. A sparkling golden sparkle rapidly emerged from the metal, mashing into a golden orb.

A golden orb that soon morphed into a construct-like hand bravely hovered beside its master who hardly pinned his sight towards the heroes. Therefore, Southern Shield cautiously took a step back and Zero snapped his metal finger for The Petit-self to spread out the blue sparkles from both of the blessing palms onto the armory body.

"Alright Heroes of Earth, let another round of our battle commence!!" Jakon excitedly declared.

The Golden Distrunian quickly thrust down the shining golden hand forwards and the golden construct fled to the hero's direction like a striking missile. Zero immediately splintered his entire armory body into hundreds of blue sparkles that flung away from the hand construct.

While Southern Shield in a nick of time, threw the golden shield to the right and morphed his body into golden dust as a process. Golden dust that willingly followed the hovering shield went.

As both of the heroes flawlessly dodged Jakon's construct hand, he gleefully chortled and gazed down at his golden wrist with deep excitement. Even though a jade blood began to sprinkle out wildly to the metal ground, The Golden Distrunian only strengthened his echoing laugh that was louder than a male lion.

Jakon's vision was also back and forth blurry especially when he locked his eyes towards Southern Shield who recently regained the physical presence, only capturing him as a large, foggy object. Furthermore, The Golden Distrunian's body became staggered as he dizzily moved from left to right.

A blue electrical surge momentarily entered the fray, especially on Jakon's golden body temporarily, increasing the sprinkling of blood on his wrist. The Golden Distrunian reluctantly shook his head as the thought of meeting the death's door invaded his mind and the warrior's spirit.

"Ah yes, this is the feeling before I met death's door and it's quite exciting." Jakon murmured, "It's quite exciting 2x!!"

Zero from afar after regaining his physical presence back scolded the darting eyes towards The Golden Distrunian. The Ozmonian hoisted his left hand and stretched down that instantly morphed it into a giant black gauntlet with sky-blue "0" sign on the forehand and widespread blue lines, covering most of the surface from up to down.

"Are you slowly killing that Distrunian, Zero?" The telepathic voice of Mistress Foreseen asked concernedly.

"Not 70% intentionally." Zero bluntly replied through telepathy, "It's 80% most likely this Distrunian's….undead body cannot fully tolerate the pain of my electric counter.

"So it's not only for disabling, but it's also for giving the opponent a painful side effect too."

"Precisely correct."

Then, a golden shield was tossed beside Zero and the shrouding golden sparkles on the shield surrounding morphed into a physical manifestation of Southern Shield. Moreover, The Arrogant Shaolin flawlessly caught his golden shield and strapped it onto his hand.

Southern Shield glared at Jakon who gave him and Zero a predatory stare, showering more fearful sweat on his head alongside gritting teeth. The Arrogant Shaolin even swallowed a gulp of saliva out loudly and felt both of his go into a trembling state the longer he prolonged the observation.

"I never thought a prideful warrior like you would directly show fear in this battle scenario." Telepathic comment of Mistress Foreseen entered Southern Shield's mind.

Southern Shield ashamedly chuckled and clenched both of his fists tightly till a sound of bone cracking was announced out loud. Furthermore, The Arrogant Shaolin slowly opened up a reluctant smirk that he centered at The Golden Distrunian, lightening up the flame of encouragement within his spirit.

"As much as I hate to say this, I am actually quite scared, especially with his menacing power." Southern Shield muttered telepathically, "Even though, I haven't received any attack on my body yet."

Jakon raised his empowered hand to the sky above and called forth a blitzing, golden sparkle above him and merged its grouping presence into the same golden hand construct. The Golden Distrunian heated up the thrilling excitement especially by gazing at both of his opponents and unsteadily chuckled.

"I may lose my golden staff in this battle." Jakon declared joyfully, "But, I can still fight...and eventually will obtain both of your heads as MY TROPHY!!!"

Thus, Jakon valiantly rushed to the anticipated hero's direction accompanied by the golden hand that formed a tight clenching fist. Heedfulness convinced The Petit Zero propelling another blessing sparkles on Zero's entire armor and Southern Shield repositioned back the golden shield as they were ready for meeting The Golden Distrunian, a seemingly unstoppable attack.

The battle between The Sharpshot Chemistra and The Flexible Hollow remained in the same status as before. The Chemist launched the needle fingers like a missile and Hollow swiftly dodged it by leaving the standing, intangible clone being phased through with the needle finger.

Irritated furrow beamed within Chemistra's enlightened yellow eyes as she witnessed Hollow recently caught one of the needle fingers with his grip. The Chemist shoved both of her empty-fingers hands that opened an entrance for the metal twister.

A metal twister twirled around on top each of the decapitated-like before it morphed into the fresh injection, needle fingers especially with Chemistra raising her hands. A needle fingers containing a yellow liquid inside the tube, giving her encouragement to aim it at Hollow.

"Chemistra, I have some bad news for you especially on defeating your opponent." Mistress Foreseen warned telepathically, "The most effective way of defeating him, based on what I read inside his mind is you have to le----."

"Let myself be a punching bag for him." Chemistra guessed.

"Yes, that's what I meant."

Chemistra sighed in tiredness and cautiously glared at Hollow who rushed into her direction. Moreover, The White Assassin tossed the needle finger that was empowered blue and white energy like a speeding bullet.

The Chemist quickly dashed to the left, letting the countering injection finger fly freely till it hit the rocky, black wall and shattered the glassy surface into pieces. Pearl yellow was splashed to the wall as a process that became the center of attention for Chemistra's heedful eyes.

"You were right, Telepathic girl." Chemistra admitted telepathically with a disappointed tone, "This tactic was now ineffective for defeating this guy."

Then, Chemistra gazed down a concerning furrow towards the right part of her metal waist. She repositioned one of the needle fingers and pressed a button that embarked a purple light on every gaping line available on the metal body for a moment.

While Hollow pinned his sight towards his prey and clenched one of the fists that smoothly channeled out his own energy. He hoisted the energy-enhanced hand beside his left ear similar to a person holding a sword.

"Therefore, I am going to fight in a closer range even though I'm aware that he will soon get me." Chemistra bickered in telepathic.

"Chemistra, are you sure for initiating method? I can just let Sparror help you defeat this assassin." The telepathic voice of Mistress Foreseen suggested in a worried tone.

"Remember if Sparror helped me defeat my enemy, that Distrunian will be easier to slaughter the others."

"Besides, I also want to see the limit of my enhancement too," Chemistra added in a bitter tone.

Afterwards, Chemistra switched her attention on above and pressed one of the metal kneecaps as she witnessed Hollow smoothly dove down like a meteor. The Chemist closed her eyes for a second and exhaled a burdening air within her.

A momentous feeling boiled up within both Chemistra's shimmering eyes and the pressing kneecaps that got brighter than morning light. Especially as Hollow punch was inched closer to hit her face, The Chemist dashingly leaped off to above with a yellow-lining wave convoyed on the back.

As the hovering metal body of Chemistra could feel the momentum in the air, she pinned the watchful eyes on Hollow who recently landed on the ground, and left the intangible clone behind him. A watchful eyes that convinced The Chemist to aim her barefoot and spawned a tiny, metal twister onto it.

Therefore, Chemistra swiftly hurled down her entire metal body barefoot taking the lead for the charging declaration. Furthermore, the metal twister was soon morphed into an injection needle that contained yellow energy inside it as The Chemist got closer to reaching the desired target, Hollow.

While Hollow glared up to the sky and stood motionlessly like a statue as Chemistra nailing needle foot narrowly touched his shoulder. The White Assassin clenched one of the fists, being winded up by the blue and white aura.

In a nick of time, Hollow jabbed his shoulder to the back and his whole body was magnetically being pulled by the leftover clone on behind, making Chemistra's needle foot miss the mark. Moreover, The White Assassin crashed at the bumpy clone, incinerating it into an uncountable object in less than a second like a feather.

However, Hollow quickly thrust his fist back especially on watching Chemistra's feet slowly touching the ground. Hence, The White Assassin swiftly flung his fluid body with an open grip, taking the lead for this assault and leaving the transparent clone alone.

Chemistra frowned her shimmering eyes with a scent of franticness that caused one of the needle fingers to aim its target at the blue button on the left gauntlet. Witnessing Hollow's grip nearly close enough for touching her, letting the thoughts of being pummelled down by a punch invade her mind.

The Chemist, in a hurried situation, pressed the button especially with The White Assassin's flawlessly capturing the same ankle she used to initiate the injection tube on the foot. Afterwards, Hollow jabbed one of the non-occupied elbows on the back, granting him a chance to be tugged by the leftover clone like a magnetic object.

As Chemistra's entire metal body remained trapped in the clutches of Hollow, she propelled five of the needle fingers with a blue injection tube in a shooting position. Specifically, The Chemist locked on the intangible clone that was narrowly ready to meet a collision with Hollow.

Another unfortunate event soon fell onto Chemistra once again as The White Assassin strengthened its crushing grip till a sound of bone cracking was announced out loudly. Moreover, Chemistra unyieldingly grunted and shoved three of the needle fingers to flee onto the intangible clone especially with Hollow narrowly closed.

However, The White Assassin stomped his feet to the metal ground that became a bumpy surface, smoothly bouncing him away from the previous clone spawn by creating another clone on the back. It also let the needle fingers dropped down to the ground and raised a frightful furrow within Chemistra's eyes.

Hence, Hollow slammed down the helpless Chemistra to the metal ground, creating a widespread cracking line in circles for the impact. The White Assassin grip dropped down the metal ankle and clenched his fist that channeled out wild energy of blue and white wrapped around on his knuckle.

Sparror who raised the molten hand right in front of his face glanced at the injured Chemistra across him. The Flaming Hero frightfully frowned as he witnessed Hollow aim the crushing knuckle on his dear friend.

The thought of intervening in Chemistra's own battle with the chosen villain invaded Sparror's mind that exhaled a hefty air of skepticism. He even hoisted the molten hand onto The Chemist's direction with a despairful feeling hovering in his eyes.

"Sparror, do not engage, and please focus on your fight." The telepathic voice of Mistress Foreseen warned in a deep tone, "Chemistra already has a plan to win her own battle."

"Please, I reminded you again to focus on The Distrunian right now!!' Mistress Foreseen added in a pleading tone.

With a heavy pounding heart, Sparror retrieved his molten hand down and sighed in deep regret. Tears of sorrow fell down his eyes as he motionlessly witnessed Hollow rush towards Chemistra at the same trapped her neck with the strangling arm.

"Chemistra, I hope luck is still on your side," Sparror uttered in a despairful tone before he forcefully turned his attention onto the main enemy, Gunvalian.

While Chemistra was in the peak of struggling as she agonizingly screeched due to her neck being strangled by Hollow tightening arm and his palm held her head like a python snake constricts its prey. The Chemist even felt her bone was slowly cracking on the neck with the more pressure The White Assassin gave her.

Therefore, Chemistra strugglingly hoisted both sides of the chemical fingers and aimed it on her strangler who consistently strangled her. As the unsteady fingers were ready for its launch, Hollow cautiously darted his sight and strengthened his crushing palm till it pierced through her mask, causing her to growl in unyielding torment.

Without hesitation, The White Assassin harshly steered his helpless prey's neck to the left, and the sound of bone being snapped echoed through the whole room. Chemistra's body became motionless as a life puppet with both her hand went down, her shimmering eyes frozenly raised in defiance, and the embarking purple light wiped out any traces of the blue light on the metal body in an instance.

A purple light that convinced Hollow to jab his elbow in reverse and channeled out a shrouding mix of white and blue energy vastly enveloping his body. However, the escape effort didn't meet the smooth way as the purple light emitted a blinding, thin bullet and perched onto his chest.

Wavering purple light soared through the clean white body of Hollow and staggered his body like a drunk person in less than a second. The White Assassin gazed down one more time onto his fallen prey before he eventually tripped down to the metal ground, cleaning all the purple light in a process.

Thus, the rematch between Chemistra and Hollow had met its own end with both fighters being knocked out. The result also gave the paralyzed Chemist a sense of denial and dissatisfaction within the shimmering eyes that soon faded out like an out of battery lamp.

"Looks like I needed to improve more about my enhancement." Chemistra mumbled within her mind in displeasure, "This is….just...a pure disappointment."

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