Ch 57: Hina vs Berserker (Rematch Part 2) unexpected demised

The tension in the arena was palpable as Berserker taunted Hina, his voice echoing with malice and anticipation. The crowd watched in fearful silence as Berserker charged his power, his laughter ringing out ominously.

Berserker: "Ohh, Hina, are you scared, little dimwit? Time to die! Huahahaha!"

His words sent a chill down the spines of all who heard them, and Phobio's, the demonlord observing from afar, grinned with satisfaction at Berserker's actions.

Meanwhile, Carrion, trapped within the formidable barriers, cried out in anguish, unable to intervene as her daughter faced imminent danger.

Carrion: "No! You can't do that to my daughter!"

Hina, her senses keenly attuned to the impending threat, braced herself for the coming onslaught. With her left foot poised to react, she prepared to face Berserker head-on, knowing that the battle ahead would be fraught with peril.

Amidst the mounting tension and fear, the stage was set for a confrontation of epic proportions, with the fate of the arena hanging in the balance.

As Hina summoned her battle armor, a brilliant display of energy enveloped her form, casting a radiant glow across the arena. The spectators watched in awe as her attire shimmered with hues of blue and pink, accentuating her graceful yet formidable presence.

The air crackled with anticipation as Hina's transformation continued, her once dark hair now turn with vibrant shades of blue and pink, cascading around her shoulders in a mesmerizing display. Her eyes, now a striking blend of bluish-gold, gleamed with determination and power.

With a confident stance, Hina wielded her weapons, Regulos in her right hand and the energy saber in her left, assuming a battle-ready pose that exuded strength and resolve. The arena was filled with the sound of her wings unfurling, their golden glow illuminating the surroundings with an ethereal light.

As Hina took flight, the rush of wind and energy filled the arena, sending a shiver of excitement through the onlookers. With each beat of her wings, she propelled herself forward with unparalleled speed and agility, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Amidst the spectacle of Hina's transformation and ascent, the atmosphere crackled with energy, heightening the senses of all who bore witness to the unfolding spectacle.

As Hina summoned her battle armor, a brilliant display of energy enveloped her form, casting a radiant glow across the arena. The spectators watched in awe as her attire shimmered with hues of blue and pink, accentuating her graceful yet formidable presence.

The air crackled with anticipation as Hina's transformation continued, her once dark hair now infused with vibrant shades of blue and pink, cascading around her shoulders in a mesmerizing display. Her eyes, now a striking blend of bluish-gold, gleamed with determination and power.

With a confident stance, Hina wielded her weapons, Regulos in her right hand and the energy saber in her left, assuming a battle-ready pose that exuded strength and resolve. The arena was filled with the sound of her wings unfurling, their golden glow illuminating the surroundings with an ethereal light.

As Hina took flight, the rush of wind and energy filled the arena, sending a shiver of excitement through the onlookers. With each beat of her wings, she propelled herself forward with unparalleled speed and agility, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Amidst the spectacle of Hina's transformation and ascent, the atmosphere crackled with energy, heightening the senses of all who bore witness to the unfolding spectacle.

As Hina lay panting on the ground, the air heavy with tension and despair, every sound seemed magnified, from the thudding of Berserker's footsteps drawing nearer to the heart-wrenching cries of Lefa and Carrion echoing through the arena.

With each labored breath, Hina struggled to maintain consciousness, her thoughts a whirlwind of pain and regret. The metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth, a grim reminder of the brutality of her encounter with Berserker.

As her strength waned, Hina's mind drifted to bittersweet memories, her eyes welling with tears. Despite the agony coursing through her body, she found solace in the knowledge that she had fought with unwavering courage, even in the face of overwhelming adversity.

The solemn voice of the system, tinged with remorse, only served to deepen the sense of despair that hung heavy in the air. Yet, amidst the darkness, Hina found a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light in the form of Benimaru's resolute shout.

With his voice ringing out across the arena, Benimaru's interruption pierced the silence like a clarion call. Despite the odds stacked against him, his unwavering determination resonated with an undeniable strength, a testament to the power of resilience in the face of despair.

As Berserker turned his attention towards Benimaru, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features, momentarily halting his advance. In that fleeting moment, a fragile ray of hope blossomed within Hina's heart, as she clung to the possibility of salvation amidst the chaos that threatened to consume her.

Benimaru: "Stoooooooopp!"

Berserker: "Huh? What? Will, can you offer, weak hero? Or should I say trash bastard? Ha hahahaha!"

Hina is still panting on the ground, struggling to catch her breath.

As Benimaru's defiant shout pierced the tense atmosphere, a surge of determination coursed through his veins, igniting a fiery resolve within him. With Excalibur held aloft, he charged forward, his battle cry echoing through the arena.

"Energy slash!" Benimaru unleashed his attack, wielding his sword with skill and precision, but Berserker effortlessly deflected it with a flick of his finger, taunting Benimaru with mocking laughter.

"What a nice raindrop," Berserker jeered, his voice dripping with contempt as he dismissed Benimaru's efforts. Undeterred, Benimaru pressed on, attempting to tackle Berserker head-on, but his efforts were met with unwavering resistance.

"Are you hugging me?" Berserker's taunt cut through the air as he lightly punched Benimaru, sending him hurtling through the sky, blood staining the ground where he landed. Despite the pain, Benimaru refused to yield, his determination unbroken.

As Berserker closed in for the final blow, Benimaru summoned every ounce of strength he had left, dodging with a swift jump and roll. "Ahh, the worm still manages to dodge," Berserker sneered, his steps heavy with purpose as he advanced towards his wounded opponent.

As Berserker flicked his finger once more, the force of the blow sent Benimaru staggering backward. With lightning reflexes, Benimaru raised Excalibur to block the attack, but the impact was overwhelming, causing him to be flung away despite his efforts. As he tumbled through the air, his grip on Excalibur remained firm, the weight of the legendary sword a reassuring presence in his hands.

The scene unfolded with a palpable intensity, each movement charged with adrenaline as the clash between Benimaru and Berserker reached its zenith. The crowd held its breath, caught in the grip of suspense, as Benimaru fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught of his formidable opponent.

Amidst the chaos, the metallic clang of Excalibur echoed through the arena, a testament to Benimaru's unwavering resolve. The clash of steel reverberated through the air, accompanied by the thud of Benimaru's impact as he landed on the ground, his muscles straining against the force of Berserker's assault.

Despite the odds stacked against him, Benimaru remained steadfast, his determination unwavering even in the face of overwhelming adversity. As he rose to his feet once more, the gleam of Excalibur in his hand served as a symbol of his unwavering courage and resilience, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

The tension in the arena was palpable, a potent mix of fear and anticipation hanging in the air as Benimaru prepared to face his foe once more. With every sense heightened to its fullest extent, the stage was set for the ultimate showdown between hero and adversary, each moment fraught with the promise of victory or defeat.

As Berserker's colossal hand descended, Benimaru's grip on Excalibur faltered, the legendary sword slipping from his grasp with a metallic clang. The crowd gasped in collective horror as the weapon of their champion was sent spinning through the air, a mere toothpick in the face of Berserker's overwhelming strength.

Amidst the chaos, Benimaru stepped back, his movements fluid yet tense, his senses acutely attuned to the looming threat before him. The sound of Excalibur's impact reverberated through the arena, a stark reminder of the dire situation facing the hero.

Berserker's booming laughter filled the air, a taunting echo of his dominance over the fallen champion. "Oops, my bad," he jeered, his voice dripping with malice. "Looks like your toothpick flung away."

Benimaru's jaw clenched with determination as he assessed his opponent, his mind racing with strategies to turn the tide of battle. With a graceful backflip, he distanced himself from Berserker, his movements calculated yet agile, a testament to his skill and resolve.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the two adversaries faced off once more, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. The air was thick with anticipation, each moment pregnant with the promise of imminent conflict as the fate of the arena hung in the balance.