"You are good," Mad One praised, a twisted, jagged snicker splitting his face.
As he spoke, the ruined plates of his combat suit began to groan and shift.
The tal flowed, stitching itself back together and erasing the jagged scars left by the previous exchange until the armor returned to its pristine state.
Mad One raised his hands, leveling his palms directly at Nightfla’s chest with predatory precision.
"Let’s see how well you deal with this!"
Violent pulses of anti-matter hissed through the vacuum.
Nightfla’s silhouette blurred as he maneuvered through the void, his body twisting in a lethal dance to dodge the incoming blasters.
While Nightfla was occupied with the barrage, Mad One saw his opening.
He surged forward, closing the gap in a flash of speed, his armored arms reaching out to crush his opponent.
But Nightfla was far from helpless.
As Mad One lunged, Nightfla threw his head back and roared.
It wasn’t just a sound; it was an ancient, primal wave of Dragon Fear.
Mad One’s montum shattered.
He froze mid-air, his mind montarily ensnared by the terrifying aura.
He managed to snarl, forcing his will to break the ntal shackles, but that split-second hesitation was all the ti Nightfla required.
Nightfla brought his hands together, lacing his fingers into a single, massive fist.
Flas and abyssal darkness coated his knuckles, swirling together in a chaotic vortex.
Boom!
Mad One was hurled backward like a ragdoll, his body skipping off the vacuum until he slamd into a nearby asteroid belt.
Boom!
The massive stones disintegrated upon impact, erupting into clouds of dust and jagged shrapnel.
Mad One scrambled to his feet amidst the debris, his sensors wildly scanning the rubble for his target.
"I’m right here," Nightfla’s voice drifted from directly behind him, cold and steady.
Before Mad One could even pivot, Nightfla’s hand clamped onto his helt.
With a display of raw, overwhelming strength, he swung Mad One’s body like a flail, smashing him face-first into a towering asteroid.
He didn’t stop there.
He slamd him into another, and then another, the repetitive impact echoing through the silent belt.
Finally, Nightfla hoisted him up by the throat, holding him suspended against the backdrop of the stars.
"You really think you are capable enough to hurt ?" Nightfla asked, his eyes burning with a frigid, predatory light.
"Hahaha!
You really are impressive!" Mad One roared, his voice bubbling with a manic, obsessive excitent.
With a sudden burst of kinetic energy, Mad One hamred his fists against Nightfla’s wrists, breaking the hold and pushing himself clear.
But before he could stabilize, Nightfla’s shadows surged.
The darkness solidified into a gargantuan baseball bat.
With a brutal, sweeping swing, Nightfla connected.
The impact sent Mad One hurtling through space like a projectile, but he didn’t go far.
A massive net woven from pitch-black shadow materialized in his path, catching him and snapping taut.
The net acted like a trampoline, bouncing the dazed Mad One straight back toward Nightfla.
Nightfla was already waiting, his hand raised and his finger pointed directly at Mad One’s temple.
"Goodbye."
A ray of highly compressed, dark purple fla erupted from his fingertip.
Mad One watched the lethal light approach, but the grin on his face never wavered.
"Antimatter Shield!" he barked.
A translucent barrier humd into existence.
As the purple flas touched the shield, they didn’t explode, they simply ceased to be, flickering out into nothingness.
"Antimatter Domain," Mad One called out, his grin stretching even wider as a dark, unstable field began to expand from his body, warping the space around him.
Nightfla frowned, feeling the sudden shift in the environnt.
"Well?
Up for round two?" Mad One challenged.
He didn’t wait for an answer, flying toward Nightfla with the frantic energy of a zealot.
"Hide your perverted grin, you bastard," Nightfla muttered, his irritation bubbling over.
Stretching out his hand, he summoned a spear forged from pure Destruction.
The weapon humd with the power to unmake worlds.
He hurled it with perfect aim, but the mont the spear crossed the threshold of the Antimatter Domain, it began to fray at the edges.
Before it could even reach Mad One, it dissolved into gray ash and vanished.
"Co now.
You don’t have to look down on antimattee too much," Mad one laughed, his voice echoing through the field.
Taking a sharp, lung-filling breath, Mad One rushed in close.
He threw a haymaker that forced Nightfla to bank hard to the left.
Smiling like a lunatic, Mad One swung his other arm in a wide arc, missing again as Nightfla ducked beneath the strike.
"Co on, co on!
You don’t have to keep dodging like a scared kitty!" Mad One taunted.
Suddenly, his chest plate slid open, releasing a searing beam of antimatter at point-blank range.
Nightfla tilted his head just enough to let the beam hiss past his ear.
"You don’t have to be so slow that you always miss," he countered dryly.
Nightfla cycled through his entire arsenal with desperate precision.
Ti manipulation, spears of destruction, searing primordial flas, and suffocating darkness, he threw everything at his opponent.
Yet, the mont any of his powers touched the shimring edge of the Antimatter Domain, they were instantly erased, converted into a silent, empty nothingness.
The battlefield had beco a one-sided ga of survival.
"I can’t keep up like this," Nightfla muttered under his breath, a cold sweat breaking out beneath his armor.
Every fiber of his being was focused on the grueling task of evasion.
He was being thodically cornered, his vast power rendered obsolete by a force he couldn’t even graze.
To him, the math of the battle was becoming grimly clear: this was a fight he was destined to lose.
"Antimatter... if only I had a better understanding of its structure," he hissed, narrowing his eyes.
Taking a steadying breath, he forced his mind to calm and activated his Mystic Eyes.
He attempted to peer into the fundantal threads of the universe, hoping to deconstruct the antimatter at a molecular level.
But the feedback was a jarring, static-filled ss.
The vision that usually provided God-like clarity was blurry and distorted, as if a thick veil had been draped over reality itself.
It was a sensation he had never experienced.
His eyes, the ultimate tools of comprehension, were failing him.
"What the hell is wrong with these eyes?!" Nightfla roared in frustration, twisting his body mid-air to narrowly avoid a localized antimatter explosion that would have vaporized his torso.
In a fit of annoyance, he deactivated the Mystic Eyes.
If the high-tier vision was being jamd, he would have to rely on sothing more primal.
He surged his mana into his pupils, manifesting his Dragon Eyes.
While they lacked the surgical complexity of his Mystic Eyes, they possessed a raw, instinctual clarity.
As he scanned the domain with his draconic sight, he got an idea on what antimatter might be.
The dragon eyes showed more than the mystic eyes offered, which pointed his first conclusion of the mystic eyes being faulty.
That’s impossible, Nightfla thought, his jaw tightening.
The mystic eyes could never be faulty, and Nightfla knew that.
"Which ans there’s only one conclusion," he thought.
"Soone or sothing, was actively interfering with his sensory abilities."
"You’re doing a damn good job of jamming my ocular abilities," Nightfla called out, his voice echoing across the void toward Mad One.
"Blocking your eyes?
Why the hell would I waste energy on that?" Mad One roared back, looking genuinely offended.
A flicker of wounded pride crossed his manic face.
"Don’t make laugh!
I can beat you into the dirt even when you’re at your absolute best!"
Nightfla went still, his mind racing.
If it isn’t him... then who?
The realization hit him like a physical blow, cooling his battle-fever instantly.
"It can only an one thing.
This whole fight... it’s a setup!"
"A setup?" Mad One paused his assault, his brows furrowing in confusion.
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