The Red Fury

The Descent of Thunder

Lei Gong hovered above the battlefield, electricity crackling around his figure like a vengeful storm. His glowing eyes pierced through the distance, locking onto Shiki. His voice, calm yet dripping with malice, boomed like thunder across the broken land.

"Oh, the Hanuman Technique, a relic from the gods. A divine boon that sharpens the limits of mortal speed and strength to divine perfection. No wonder they call you the God Slayer, Shiki. But today, you will fall. Your name will serve as nothing more than a whisper—a man who surrendered his body for a greater purpose."

Below, Shiki smirked, his red aura blazing like a raging inferno. The wind swirled violently around him, carrying a palpable tension. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, and then disappeared.

To Lei Gong's perception, Shiki's red form remained stationary on the ground. A trick? No, a blur—a speed so fast it defied comprehension. Before Lei Gong could process the movement, a fist materialized mid-air.

BOOM!

The punch struck him directly in the chest, creating a visible ripple in the air. The force was so immense it tore a hole through the atmosphere, sending Lei Gong hurtling miles into the distance. His body slammed through mountains and trees, each impact shaking the ground like an earthquake. Rocks and debris exploded outward with every collision, creating clouds of dust that choked the horizon.

Shiki didn't let up. Using the air itself as a foothold, he propelled himself forward, his aura blazing like a comet. Each step cracked the very fabric of the atmosphere, leaving aftershocks in his wake.

Within moments, Shiki closed the gap. He appeared above Lei Gong, clasping both hands together like a hammer. With a roar that shook the heavens, he slammed Lei Gong downward, sending him crashing into the ground with such force that a crater the size of a battlefield formed beneath him. The shockwave rippled outward, flattening everything within miles.

Shiki followed through, launching into the air with a powerful leap. He descended with a spinning kick aimed directly at Lei Gong's exposed chest. But just as the attack was about to connect, Lei Gong's hand shot upward, gripping Shiki's throat with unyielding strength.

With a sinister grin, Lei Gong spun and slammed Shiki into the ground, the impact sending chunks of earth flying into the air. "You're strong, Shiki. But strength alone won't save you."

Lei Gong raised his hand, summoning a concentrated spear of lightning. The air around it buzzed and hissed with electrical energy, and the ground beneath it scorched from the sheer intensity.

"Bolt of Thorn!" he roared, hurling the bolt directly at Shiki.

The bolt struck its mark, detonating on impact with a sound like a thousand thunderclaps. Shiki's body was launched through the battlefield, crashing through mountain after mountain. Each collision sent debris flying into the air, creating a chain reaction of destruction. The final impact left Shiki buried beneath a collapsed mountain, dust and rubble obscuring the sky.

Lei Gong hovered in the air, looking down at the devastation with disdain. His voice was calm but mocking. "The Hanuman Technique. A body so resilient it rejects even my most lethal attacks. Impressive, Shiki. But let's see how long you can keep this up."

From beneath the rubble, a faint glow began to emerge. The debris shifted, and a guttural laugh echoed through the air. "You think this is enough to stop me?" Shiki's voice boomed.

With a deafening roar, Shiki exploded out of the rubble. His body, scarred but unyielding, was wreathed in red light. Energy coursed through his veins, his muscles bulging with divine strength. He stomped on the ground, and the earth trembled beneath him.

"You wanted a fight? I'll give you one!" Shiki bellowed, his voice filled with unrelenting fury.

Shiki leaped into the air, his aura igniting like wildfire. Behind him, a colossal figure began to take shape—a towering Buddha with a thousand arms, each glowing with an intense red aura. The air around it crackled with divine energy, the sheer presence of the construct shaking the battlefield.

"Secret Art: Hanuman Prometheus Strike—Thousand Buddha Hands!" Shiki roared, his voice echoing like a war drum.

The thousand arms surged forward, each hand moving with blinding speed and precision. The air sizzled as the hands struck toward Lei Gong, creating shockwaves with every motion.

Lei Gong's eyes narrowed. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned another Bolt of Thorn, sending it streaking through the oncoming barrage. The bolt collided with several of the arms, shattering them into glowing fragments. But for every hand he destroyed, another three replaced it.

The battlefield was alive with chaos. Each hand moved like a vengeful spirit, their strikes synchronized in a deadly dance.

Lei Gong twisted and turned, his lightning-coated body dodging the relentless attacks. His movements were godlike, but even he couldn't evade them all. A hand connected with his shoulder, sending him spinning through the air. Another struck his leg, shattering the ground beneath him.

Finally, one massive hand struck him directly in the chest. The impact was catastrophic. Lei Gong's body was sent crashing into the ground, carving a deep trench as he skidded across the battlefield. Dust and debris filled the air, and for a moment, silence reigned.

Lei Gong rose slowly, his body crackling with renewed energy. His smirk returned as he wiped the blood from his mouth. "You're good, Shiki. I'll give you that. But don't think for a second that this is over."

Shiki floated mid-air, his red aura still blazing. He smirked, his thousand-armed Buddha glowing with power. "Good. I'm just heating up."

The two figures stood across from each other, their energies shaking the heavens. The clash of gods was far from over.