The battlefield had spread across half the island chain, leaving a trail of collapsed mountains and devastation in its wake.
At the very center, two figures—one tall, one short—were fighting with everything they had. Like fanatics, they shed blood with every clash, each blow carrying tremendous force.
Chaos spat blood, his face deathly pale. His disheveled golden hair was almost dyed red with blood, making him look like a ghoul crawling out of hell. The flesh on his right cheek had vanished, exposing bloodied bone that steamed as it rapidly regenerated.
His lean, upright body had no telling how many broken bones.
Gotdi was hardly faring any better. His broad, bare chest was covered in bloody gashes, and the air carried the smell of roasted flesh.
His internal organs had also sustained considerable damage.
At this point, his opponent was putting him under more and more pressure.
They collided once more, and the ensuing mushroom cloud sent them both flying.
Unable to keep his body upright, Chaos carved a trench before tumbling through the rubble, spitting blood nonstop.
Gotdi emerged from the ruins opposite him, gasping for breath, his blood-red, slit-pupiled eyes filled with gloom.
Boom!
Crack-crack-crack!!!
Black-red lightning bolts split the cloud-choked sky. Gale-force winds raged, and the island beneath their feet seemed to tremble!
Two supreme, overwhelming wills clashed without pause.
A gust of sand swept past, and Chaos vanished from where he stood. Gotdi, his body wreathed in black smoke and flames, transformed into a streak of black light and skimmed along the ground. The two collided like meteorites.
Their deafening sonic boom raised a hundred-foot tsunami. An invisible force warped the surrounding cliffs, which crumbled in an instant, forming an abyss.
High above the abyss, the two figures grappled fiercely.
"Is that all you've got?"
"Put