Verdant eyes glead as Lucifer observed the battlefield. His God's Eyes captured every nuance, every subtle shift in the combatants' stances.
'Arthur's movents have evolved,' Lucifer thought, a smile playing at his lips. 'That liver kick against Jack was perfect—not just the impact, but the form itself. Full body martial arts. Interesting.'
The air shimred as Arthur's blade deflected a scorching blast from Jack. In response, dual vortices—one midnight black, one blinding white—swirled around Lucifer. Black mana and white mana, his full potential awakening.
'Can't hold back anymore,' Lucifer decided, shifting into the opening stance of the Myth of the Northern Peak. Before he could complete the sequence, the air around him darkened.
"Too slow," Arthur materialized beside him, sword forcing Lucifer's blade downward, shattering his stance. Lucifer's eyes widened as he channeled dual mana through his weapon to resist.
But Arthur was already moving ahead.
He abandoned his sword, leaving it pressing down with enhanced gravitational aura. In the split-second opening, Arthur launched a front kick. Lucifer read the movent with his enhanced sight and moved to block.
'A feint?' Lucifer realized a little late, raising his hand to intercept the Brazilian kick. 'I blocked—' he began to think as he thrust his sword toward Arthur's exposed side.
"Nice try," Arthur muttered as a brilliant flash of Purelight crashed against Lucifer. Though he managed a shield of white mana, the impact hurled him backward.
'That Purelight... it's Rachel's,' Lucifer realized, spitting blood. His attention shifted to Jack, who advanced on Arthur with hands wreathed in writhing flas.
Jack unleashed a barrage of fire spells, each more intense than the last. The air crackled as a spiraling column of white-hot flas twisted toward Arthur like a hungry serpent.
Arthur pivoted with fluid precision. His blade sliced through Jack's spell, redirecting the blazing energy skyward where it erupted in a cascade of embers.
Jack slamd both palms against the ground. A wave of fla rippled outward, encircling Arthur from all directions.
A faint smile crossed Arthur's face. Luna's golden sigils flickered along his arms as he tapped into Lucent Harmony, his Soul Resonance borrowing Luna's Mythic Body. With a gesture that bent space itself, he compressed the flas crushed them by drowning them with Deepdark.
"Fuck off with that!" Jack snarled, barely dodging his own redirected attack.
Lucifer seized the distraction, centering himself. The first movent of the Myth of the Northern Peak, Winter's Ascent, crystallized the air as ice elentals ford at his command, spiraling upward in a protective barrier. His Yin-Yang Body pulsed with dual energy, right side gleaming white, left side absorbing light.
Within this cocoon, he prepared his next attack. The second movent of the Myth of the Nothern Peak, Northern Gale, sent ice shards outward as hurricane-force winds erupted from his position, targeting both opponents.
Jack countered with a wall of fla that lted the projectiles. Arthur executed his Tempest Dance, each movent increasing his montum as he weaved between the frozen missiles, dodging so and destroying others, closing on Lucifer.
"Getting better," Arthur said, sword materializing back in his hand as gravity bent to his will. "Still not enough."
His God Flash movent carried him beyond Lucifer's enhanced vision.
Lucifer reacted on instinct, channeling dual mana through his blade. The third movent of the Myth of the Nothern Peak, Frozen Zenith.
anwhile, Arthur's sword was clad in blinding Purelight.
God Flash.
The two movents t in a powerful clash, Lucifer being able to predict God Flash with his God's Eyes.
However, Arthur continued to advance towards Lucifer with his sword. A flurry of strikes followed, too swift to count.
Lucifer blocked the first ten strikes, parried the next five, but the subsequent barrage overwheld even his God's Eyes. Sword strikes mixed with palm strikes, elbow drives, and kicks in a seamless flow. He felt ribs crack.
Blood splattered from his lips, but Lucifer lunged forward, his sword a gleaming arc. Arthur blocked—exactly as Lucifer anticipated. A feint of his own, and in the instant Arthur's guard was committed, Lucifer unleashed a barrage targeting pressure points across Arthur's body, limbs blurring with preternatural speed.
'Learned so new tricks too,' Lucifer thought with satisfaction as his final strike connected with Arthur's sternum.
But there was no impact. No reaction. No damage.
Lucifer's eyes widened. Despite channeling enhanced aura into every blow, Arthur hadn't even flinched. The Crimson Bone Armor glead across his form, while Luna's golden sigils pulsed beneath, visible even through the armor.
'What the hell is his body made of?' Lucifer wondered, a cold realization creeping up his spine.
Their exchange was interrupted by a blistering wave of heat as Jack returned. His body beca a living conduit for fla, the white fire coating his form shifting hue, edges tinged with light grey hiding sothing deeper.
"Forgetting soone?" Jack sneered, voice distorted by power. He directed concentrated fla toward Arthur, who raised a single hand wreathed in Deepdark energy.
The collision cratered the ground beneath them. Arthur stood unmoving, the Deepdark absorbing Jack's flas while the crimson armor remained unmarked.
"How the hell—" Jack muttered.
Lucifer saw his opportunity, weaving a complex pattern with his blade. Elental Convergence flowed through him as he simultaneously channeled water, fire, lightning, wind, earth, and ice into a single devastating attack. The elents spiraled around his blade, creating a prismatic edge humming with destructive potential.
"Try this on for size," Lucifer's eyes blazed as he executed the third movent of his art—Frozen Zenith.
The area crystallized as reality itself seed to freeze. Within this domain of absolute cold, Lucifer moved with unprecedented speed, unleashing a hundred strikes between heartbeats.
Each blow targeted a vital point, each slash ant to sever mana channels. Lucifer poured everything into this sequence—the culmination of his art.
As the technique concluded, reality shuddered back to normal. Lucifer stood panting, sword extended, awaiting the result.
Arthur stepped back, a single hairline crack on the crimson bone covering his left shoulder—the only evidence of Lucifer's onslaught.
"That was decent," Arthur said, examining the crack with mild interest. "But this is getting boring. Got better things to do."
Jack's laughter erupted as his flas intensified, the grey hue becoming more pronounced.
The grey flas surged, revealing glimpses of absolute darkness within. "You haven't seen anything yet," Jack growled, eyes reflecting twin voids as the Abyssal Flas strengthened his Nirvana Flas.
The Convergence of Realms spell drew upon both fla sources simultaneously. The resulting conflagration twisted reality, distorting light as it hungered for more power.
Instead of dismay, Lucifer felt his heart race with unexpected joy. This—this was what he'd been waiting for. Actual challenge. Real growth.
"About damn ti things got interesting," Lucifer grinned, wrapping streams of white and black mana around his body into flowing enhanced aura armor.
The energy crackled across his skin, a manifestation of his evolving potential. Where black and white t, a new power erged, neither light nor dark but sothing transcendent.
Arthur observed with calculating eyes, Luna's sigils now covering both arms entirely through his Soul Resonance gift. "Fine," he shrugged, allowing Erebus to manifest fully. The crimson bone armor thickened, growing more elaborate as the Lich's power rged with Arthur's.
Temporal Distortion bent ti and space around him as he executed God Flash: Eternal Mont. His form blurred, simultaneously existing in multiple places, each instance perfectly poised to counter both opponents.
"Now we're talking," Arthur's voice echoed from multiple locations at once.
The three warriors converged in a storm of movent and power. Jack's Abyssal-enhanced flas matched Arthur's speed, leaving trails of distorted space. Lucifer moved like a shadow between light and darkness, his dual-mana armor deflecting devastating blows.
They exchanged hundreds of strikes in re seconds. Arthur's Tempest Dance reached its zenith, each movent flowing into the next with devastating precision. Jack unleashed increasingly complex fire constructs, the Nirvana Flas empowered by Abyssal Flas creating attacks that consud everything they touched. Lucifer combined his sword art with high-circle spells, ice and lightning answering his call as readily as the dual mana that comprised his essence.
For precious monts, they existed in perfect balance—three points of a triangle, each pushing the others higher. Arthur's Crimson Bone Armor glead with each impact, Luna's golden sigils flashing beneath its surface through his Soul Resonance. Jack's grey flas roared with increasing intensity. And Lucifer, caught between these forces of nature, found himself evolving with each exchange, his God's Eyes recording and adapting to every technique.
As they separated after a particularly violent clash, a silent acknowledgnt passed between them. This wasn't just fighting anymore—it was sothing more. Three teenagers pushing beyond their known limits, ascending to heights few could comprehend.
"Shit," Jack breathed, his flas dancing with new intensity.
"Not bad," Arthur acknowledged, a rare note of respect in his voice.
Lucifer rely grinned, blood trickling from his mouth as his dual mana swirled even brighter.
The battle of the top had only just begun.
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