Ancestor Versus Descendant

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!<

An astounding explosion ascended into the heavens as it surged from Edward—his blade to be exact.

The brilliant detonation painted everything in a bright light, and a dark corruption, thus propelling him forward with a speed that defied logic.

The earth shattered, everything around him crumbled, and the only things left were the two Martial Artists! Closing in on the only thing in sight, Edward clung to his highly volatile blade with an excited smile and a hardened heart.

He was going to win. He was going to kill this man!

Thus, the perfect opening to their fight was revealed.

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'12 Ultimate Forms…' The Martial Blade thought to himself with somewhat widened eyes.

How long had it been since he had utilized that technique?

He couldn't remember the exact century, but it had been quite some time, no doubt. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, but he did not have the time to dwell on it.