Keep Pushing Forward

Noa's attention was instantly drawn by So-Rin's urgent warning, preventing him from potentially losing in the tournament.

Reacting swiftly, Noa shifted his position, sidestepping the incoming sword slash just in the nick of time, narrowly avoiding a potentially devastating blow to his shoulder.

Noa's heart raced within his chest as he plunged into a ferocious battle with his opponent. The glinting metallic plates adorning the man's arms heightened the peril, causing Noa's strikes to carry an even greater threat. However, Noa once again lost control of his left hand. With a swift swing of his blade, he struck his opponent's arms, determined to press on.

Combining his martial art skills and the power of his alien hand syndrome, Noa unleashed a rapid series of attacks, launching a relentless assault on his opponent.

With a surge of power, Noa forced his adversary to retreat, steadily pushing them towards the corner of the arena. The man, equipped with metallic plates arms, found himself on the defensive, struggling to regain control of the rapidly shifting battle.

"As you wish. Allow me to serve you something more. Enjoy it!" Grinning with determination, Noa capitalized on this fleeting vulnerability, unleashing a flurry of strikes that left his opponent scrambling to defend themselves.

"Not so fast! I won't allow you to bring me down!" The man growled, his resolve fueling a desperate counterattack.

With deft footwork and accurate blade control, Noa effortlessly evaded each of his opponent's strikes. His movements were precise, ensuring that he always remained a step ahead.

Fueled by adrenaline, Noa unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks with unmatched ferocity. His blows rained down upon his opponent like a tempest of steel, leaving them struggling to defend themselves.

The frustration etched on the opponent's face became increasingly apparent as their attempts to retaliate were consistently thwarted. Anger and desperation mingled in their expression, driving them to resort to desperate maneuvers.

In a swift and calculated motion, Noa expertly countered the opponent's next strike, skillfully redirecting its force and disarming them. The opponent's sword clattered to the ground, leaving them defenseless against Noa's impending retaliation.

Seizing the moment, Noa delivered a final, decisive blow that disarmed and incapacitated the man with metallic plates arms. The clash of metal was replaced by a stunned silence as the defeated opponent crumpled to the ground.

Noa wasted no time in capitalizing on his victory, ensuring the opponent remained subdued and unable to pose any further threat.

The audience erupted in a cacophony of screams and cheers as they witnessed Noa's astonishing display of skill. Standing there, heaving with exertion, Noa could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow as he surveyed the aftermath of the intense confrontation.

Meanwhile, So-Rin and Eden valiantly fought against the other two, skillfully maneuvering to find cover and unleashing a hail of gunfire. The duo fighting against them proved unyielding in their relentless assault, but So-Rin and Eden matched their tenacity. Their weapons blazed with lethal force, unleashing a torrent of deadly projectiles.

After swiftly dealing with the other man, Noa took on a supporting role from the sidelines. His alien hand syndrome manifested just when tensions in the arena reached their peak.

The battle raged with high intensity as both teams clashed, exchanging fierce blows in their competition for supremacy. So-Rin's heart pounded in her chest as she joined forces with Eden, their minds racing to devise a strategy that could tip the scales in their favor.

In a sudden turn of events, Eden's weapon emitted a brilliant, blinding light, causing the opposing team to shield their eyes in disarray. Seizing this opportune moment, Noa propelled himself forward, launching into an onslaught of swift and calculated attacks.

Despite the evident signs of fatigue creeping upon So-Rin and Eden, Noa's voice resounded above the tumultuous chaos of the battle. "You've got this! Keep pushing forward!"

His encouragement ignited a renewed fire within So-Rin and Eden, granting them the vital surge of confidence required to persevere.

Amidst the ongoing skirmish, So-Rin's keen eyes discerned a glimmer of weariness beginning to shadow one of their opponents. Swiftly, she exchanged meaningful glances with Noa and Eden, and as one, they executed a meticulously coordinated assault that caught their unsuspecting foe off guard.

The relentless clash endured until the opposing team were rendered inmobile, leaving the battlefield strewn with remnants of debris and fallen adversaries. Yet, amidst the wreckage, Noa, So-Rin, and Eden stood tall, their spirits undefeated, and their victory resolute.

Breathing heavily, they exchanged proud glances, basking in the overwhelming sense of achievement that coursed through their veins. They had confronted their fears head-on and emerged triumphant, a testament to their unwavering determination.

"We did it!" So-Rin exclaimed, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her teammates.

Breathless and exhilarated, Noa, So-Rin and Eden high-fived each other as they caught their breath.

Noa wore a wide grin on his face. "That was amazing! We make an unbeatable team, don't we?"

"We wouldn't have lasted if it weren't for your encouragement," Eden said, his eyes shining with gratitude.

Noa smiled modestly. "You guys also did all the hard work."

So-Rin smiled at her friend. "Well, your encouragement worked, and that's what matters. We make a great team—the three of us."

Noa's face lit up at So-Rin's words. "Agreed!"

Finally, they achieved their goal. The tension was palpable as they confronted the tournament's supposedly strongest guild. It proved to be a grueling battle, but their combined skills and teamwork ultimately led them to victory.

Their victory was not just theirs. It was also the entire Shadow Syndicate Guild's win.

"We are now qualified to take part in the one on one tournament. But only one of us will get to fight," Eden stated.

 "So, who will be our representative? Does the guild need to discuss it first?" So-Rin asked.

Eden shook his head. "No. The system will choose among us based on who gets the highest point."

The two looked at him in confusion.

Seeing that, Eden explained, "The system has a point system for our contributions in the fight, just like in games. Of course, the system is far more elaborate."

"Ah I see. Maybe it's you, Eden." So-Rin guessed. "You are more experienced than us."

"We won't know for sure. Whoever it is, surely they are the best." Eden felt optimistic.