Ch 58: What will it Be!!!

As Berserker's monstrous form bore down upon him, Benimaru locked eyes with his adversary, a flicker of defiance burning in his gaze. The air crackled with tension as Berserker taunted him, his words dripping with contempt for the hero before him.

"I think it's time to finish this unnecessary life of yours, trashy hero!" Berserker's voice boomed, his laughter echoing through the arena like thunder. With a thunderous charge, he barreled towards Benimaru, his intent clear: to crush his opponent with overwhelming force.

In a moment of desperation, just as Berserker's onslaught seemed inevitable, Benimaru heard a voice—a voice that seemed to echo from the depths of his very soul. It was Hina's voice, soft yet resolute, a beacon of hope in the chaos of battle.

Summoning every ounce of strength, Hina deployed her meteor shield with full power, unleashing a barrier of immense magnitude that enveloped the arena in its protective embrace. As the shield shimmered into existence, Berserker's momentum was abruptly halted, his massive form recoiling as if struck by an unseen force.

"What was that?" Berserker roared in frustration, his voice tinged with bewilderment as he staggered backward from the unexpected resistance. Benimaru stood in awe, disbelief etched across his features as he beheld the miraculous intervention.

Then, a realization dawned upon him as he turned his gaze towards the source of this newfound strength: Hina, transformed into her scepter form, Exodus—the legendary artifact of untold power. In that moment, the past flashed before his eyes, recalling Hina's unwavering resolve and her daring decision to harness the scepter's might despite the grave risks it posed.

"Hina, is that you?" Benimaru exclaimed, his voice tinged with incredulity and admiration. "Are you... Exodus?"

A flash of memory, a glimpse into Hina's inner turmoil, played out in his mind—a desperate plea to her system, a daring gambit to unlock the scepter's true potential. And now, as Hina stood before him in her transformed state, Benimaru understood the depth of her sacrifice, the magnitude of her courage.

The system's warning flashed before her eyes once more, a stark reminder of the perilous path she had chosen. Yet, undeterred by the dire consequences, Hina charged forward in a blaze of light, her determination unwavering as she deployed the barrier that now shielded them from certain doom.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Benimaru felt a surge of gratitude for his companion's unwavering courage—a courage that had saved them all from the brink of destruction. And as he braced himself for the battle that lay ahead, he knew that with Hina by his side, they stood a fighting chance against even the most formidable of foes.

As Benimaru held the magical wand form of Hina, a wave of unfamiliar sensations washed over him, accompanied by a voice echoing in his mind—a telepathic connection to the system itself. Startled, he voiced his confusion to Hina, who seemed equally surprised by the revelation.

"What was that?" Benimaru questioned, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Hina's response was cryptic, dismissing his inquiry with a simple "Never mind," before issuing a command for him to raise the wand above his head and initiate a transformation sequence. As Benimaru complied, the wand began to glow with a brilliant light, reshaping itself into a formidable sword imbued with the combined power of Regulos and the energy saber.

With a surge of energy coursing through him, Benimaru felt his wounds miraculously heal, but his concern for Hina's deteriorating condition lingered. However, Hina reassured him to focus on the task at hand, urging him to ignore her plight and concentrate on their enemy.

As Hina displayed the skill screen before him, Benimaru observed the floating interface with curiosity, prompting Hina to explain its purpose. She then proceeded to transfer her combat techniques to Benimaru, granting him access to her formidable skills in a temporary exchange.

Filled with newfound determination, Benimaru nodded in affirmation, his resolve steeling as he assumed a battle-ready stance. With Hina's essence infused within him and wielding her transformed form as a weapon, he prepared to confront their adversary with a swiftness akin to lightning.

Amidst the chaos of battle, their unspoken bond forged in adversity, Benimaru and Hina stood united, their hearts set on victory against all odds.

As Benimaru sprinted forward, each step resonated with the thundering beat of his heart, his movements propelled by an electrifying determination. The air crackled with anticipation as he leaped from rock to rock, his agility unmatched, leaving a trail of dust and debris in his wake.

With lightning speed, Benimaru closed the distance between himself and Berserker, his swift maneuvers rendering him a blur against the backdrop of chaos. The scent of ozone permeated the air, a testament to the raw power coursing through his veins.

Meanwhile, Berserker's frantic attempts to keep pace were futile, his movements sluggish in comparison to Benimaru's lightning-fast agility. In a desperate bid to gain the upper hand, Berserker summoned his chain thorn, the metallic links whipping through the air with menacing intent.

Amidst the chaos, Benimaru ascended into the air, his leap defying gravity as he soared above the tumultuous battleground. With the ground quaking beneath him and the sky alight with flashes of energy, Benimaru prepared to unleash his next move, his senses heightened in anticipation of the impending clash.

As Benimaru charged forward, his movements fueled by the sheer intensity of his resolve, the earth trembled beneath his feet, echoing the thunderous beat of his heart. With Hina's guidance ringing in his ears, he unleashed the devastating power of the Divine Slash.

With each strike, Benimaru's blade cleaved through the air with unparalleled precision, slicing through the fabric of reality itself. The scent of ozone mingled with the metallic tang of blood, filling the air with an electrifying energy as Benimaru's onslaught continued unabated.

As the Divine Slash connected with Berserker, each blow landed with the force of a thunderbolt, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Yet, with each strike, Berserker seemed to vanish, evading Benimaru's attacks with incomprehensible speed, leaving only the echoes of his presence in his wake.

Amidst the chaos, Benimaru remained focused, his senses honed to a razor's edge as he pressed on with unwavering determination. With each strike, he pushed himself beyond his limits, his movements a testament to his unyielding spirit and indomitable will.

As the wandsword clashed with Berserker's chain thorns, the air crackled with the intensity of their collision, sending sparks flying in all directions. The metallic clang of their weapons reverberated through the battlefield, accompanied by the sound of shattering stone and rending metal.

With lightning speed, Benimaru and Berserker engaged in a furious exchange of blows, their movements blurring into a whirlwind of motion. Each strike grazed some debris, sending it scattering across the battlefield, while the ground beneath their feet trembled with the force of their clash.

Amidst the chaos, the scent of ozone filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood as the two combatants pushed themselves to their limits. The taste of adrenaline lingered on their tongues, fueling their relentless assault as they fought with unmatched ferocity.

As Berserker laughed with exhilaration, his voice echoed across the battlefield, a testament to the thrill of combat. In the midst of battle, amidst the clash of steel and the roar of magic, he found himself exhilarated by the challenge that Benimaru presented, relishing the opportunity to test his strength against a worthy opponent.

As Benimaru deftly wielded both Excalibur and the sword wand, the battlefield crackled with anticipation, echoing the impending clash of titans. His movements were swift, almost fluid, as he seamlessly transitioned between his dual blades, each strike carrying the weight of determination and resolve.

The air reverberated with the metallic clang of swords meeting, accompanied by the rush of wind as Benimaru unleashed a relentless flurry of strikes. Each blow seemed to tear through the fabric of reality itself, sending shards of debris flying in all directions.

Amidst the chaos, the scent of sweat mingled with the sharp tang of magic, creating an atmosphere charged with intensity. Adrenaline surged through their veins, heightening their senses and sharpening their focus as they danced the dangerous dance of combat.

As Benimaru pressed his assault, Berserker found himself pushed to his limits, forced to block each strike with all his might. Yet, despite his efforts, a sense of foreboding crept over him, a realization that he faced an opponent unlike any other.

Their exchange was punctuated by terse conversations, lost amidst the cacophony of battle, yet laden with unspoken tension and determination. As they clashed, their actions spoke volumes, each strike a testament to their unwavering resolve and unyielding spirit.

As Benimaru wielded both Excalibur and the sword wand with unmatched finesse, his movements echoed those of a seasoned dual wielder, reminiscent of legendary swordsmen of old. With each strike, he unleashed a flurry of slashes, seamlessly transitioning between his dual blades in a mesmerizing display of skill.

Berserker's defenses were put to the test as Benimaru unleashed his dual wilder sword moves. With lightning speed, he struck from multiple angles, each blow aimed with precision and intent.

The rhythm of their battle intensified, the clash of steel reverberating through the air as Benimaru pressed his relentless assault. Despite Berserker's best efforts to block, he found himself overwhelmed by the sheer ferocity and speed of Benimaru's attacks.

In the midst of their duel, Benimaru's movements became a blur, his strikes blindingly fast as he danced around Berserker, probing for weaknesses in his opponent's defense. Each slash carried the weight of his determination, fueled by the desire to emerge victorious against his formidable foe.

As the battle raged on, the air crackled with tension, the scent of metal and magic mingling amidst the chaos. With every clash of their blades, Benimaru's resolve grew stronger, his determination unyielding as he fought to overcome the seemingly insurmountable challenge before him.

As Benimaru soared through the sky with graceful backflips, the air crackled with anticipation, charged with the energy of impending conflict. His movements were fluid and precise, each motion calculated to maximize his advantage against his formidable opponent.

Meanwhile, hina, in her wand sword form, prepared to unleash her devastating technique. With a commanding voice, she directed Benimaru to execute the divine slash meteor strike, a skill that promised destruction on a cataclysmic scale. The wand sword pulsed with power, its tip aglow with the impending impact of the meteor strike.

As Excalibur temporarily merged with the wand sword, their combined force surged forward with lightning speed, leaving a trail of brilliance in their wake. Berserker, recognizing the imminent threat, braced himself for the onslaught, his defenses strained to their limit.

The clash that followed was deafening, the sound of metal against metal reverberating through the battlefield. Berserker fought with all his might, but the relentless assault proved too much to withstand. As hina's divine slash meteor strike descended upon him, Berserker's defenses crumbled, unable to withstand the full force of the attack.

In a desperate plea for assistance, Berserker called out to his master, Phobio's, hoping for salvation in his moment of peril. However, it was too late. The combined might of Benimaru and hina's devastating technique shattered through his defenses, creating a massive explosion that echoed for miles around.

The ground trembled beneath their feet as the shockwave from the impact rippled through the landscape, leaving behind a crater of destruction in its wake. In the aftermath of the explosion, silence descended upon the battlefield, broken only by the sound of distant echoes and the heavy breathing of the combatants.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the distance, a sense of eerie calm descended upon the battlefield. The air was heavy with the smell of smoke and sulfur, lingering remnants of the explosive clash that had just taken place. The ground beneath their feet still trembled faintly, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had unfolded.

In the aftermath of the confrontation, Benimaru stood amidst the wreckage, cradling Hina's unconscious form in his arms. His heart raced with adrenaline, his senses heightened by the intensity of the battle. The weight of Excalibur in his hand served as a reminder of the trials they had faced and the victory they had achieved.

Above them, the sky shifted from a tumultuous gray to a soft hue of orange and pink as the sun began its descent towards the horizon. The changing colors painted a serene backdrop against the chaos of the battlefield, a stark contrast that spoke to the fleeting nature of conflict and the enduring beauty of the world around them.

As the tournament of power came to a close, the spectators who had gathered to witness the spectacle began to disperse, their murmurs of awe and disbelief fading into the evening air. The sense of anticipation that had filled the arena was replaced by a somber quiet, broken only by the occasional sound of footsteps and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

In the distance, the figures of King Arthur, Carrion, and Lefa could be seen, their silhouettes standing as silent witnesses to the events that had unfolded. Carrion's anger was palpable, his frustration evident in the tense set of his shoulders and the furrowed lines of his brow. Despite his power, he had been unable to intervene, forced to watch as events unfolded beyond his control.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, a sense of closure washed over the scene. Though the scars of battle would remain, the promise of a new day loomed on the horizon, bringing with it the hope of peace and the opportunity for healing.

Carrion's voice cut through the silence like a thunderclap, resonating with anger and determination. His words echoed across the battlefield, a fierce challenge to the retreating figure of Phobio's. The goddess of the elements stood tall, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the demon lord had vanished.

"Don't run from me, Phobio's!" Carrion's voice boomed, carrying with it the weight of his fury. His words were laced with contempt for the cowardice displayed by his adversary. In that moment, Carrion's resolve was unshakable, his determination to confront Phobio's burning like a flame within his chest.

The air crackled with tension as Carrion's challenge hung in the air, a defiant declaration of his unwillingness to back down. In the fading light of the setting sun, his silhouette stood like a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness, a symbol of the goddess's unwavering strength and determination.

Though Phobio's had fled for now, Carrion's words echoed with a promise of future confrontation. Their battle was far from over, and Carrion would stop at nothing to bring justice to the cowardly demon lord who had dared to challenge him.

*To be continue *