Arc II: “Universal Threat”
Chapter I: “Cosmic Tournament”
Episode IX: “Malek vs. Draig!”
“So, what will you do?” Malek said confidently.
Three of his Elephants charged at Draig.
“Seems like I can’t hold back anymore. That’s a shame for when I fight my next opponent, but it can’t be helped. HA!”
His white aether condensed, then burst outward in a furious explosion.
A second, thick layer of creamy white aether hugged his body. His muscles were teeming with pure power, his body humming like a furnace ready to blow.
He had progressed into Spirit Ascension.
“He can use the same level as Rikito!” Akira exclaimed, “It’ll do more than increase his physical strength; his yield will grow too!”
“That’s not enough!” Malek yelled.
“Ashen Flame!”
Draig launched a wide range of fire attacks that destroyed the three elephants.
“Hehe, it’ll take more than that!”
Malek poured out more aether, creating three more elephants to replace the ones he lost.
Dammit! He just spawned more of them. This isn’t good… I won’t last long in a battle of attrition… I can only use my Ashen Flame two or three more times…
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Draig smiled, sweat dripping into the corners of his mouth, stinging like salt.
“Looks like I’ll have to use that.
I wanted to save this as a last resort since I can only do this once a day, but it looks like I’ll have to use it now!
Let’s go! Dragon Drive!”
Draig’s aether surged, igniting into living fire that coiled around his limbs like burning chains.
He rushed straight for Malek’s spirits.
What is he thinking!?
With the thrust of his arm, Draig launched balls of fire that destroyed two elephants.
The rest of them pushed forward to attack him, but he countered them.
“Ashen Flame!”
He destroyed the rest of the elephants with his stormy onslaught of heat.
“Ha! That’s one weakness you have! You can’t restore your spirits immediately! So, if I destroy them fast enough, you’ll be wide open!”
He dashed at the Nine-Tailed Spirit, believing it was weaker than the elephants because of its lackluster yield.
“You’re mine! Ashen Fist!”
His fist tore through the spirit’s chest, scattering embers of aether like broken glass.
“You fell for it!”
“What!?”
The spirit regenerated and attacked Draig.
“Woah, look at that!” someone yelled as the crowd gasped.
“D-dammit! So that one is weaker, but it can regenerate?”
“Yeah, but that’s not all. Take this! Three Vast Seas!”
He manifested three monstrous waves of water, crushing Draig from different directions. They all connected, drowning him in a whirlpool of aether.
“Ugh!” Draig twitched on the floor of the stage after the water dissipated.
“It looks like this match has been decided,” Asuka said.
“I don’t know… I wouldn’t count out a Kaelithian,” Akira said.
Draig staggered upright, steam hissing off his drenched frame as his flame cloak sputtered like dying embers.
“You lose,” Malek said as he restored his elephants.
“Hmph,” Draig spat some blood to the side.
“Says you… Hellfire!”
He put his hands together and fired a beam of condensed heat straight at Malek and his spirits.
It was so fast that it caught Malek off guard.
His spirits tried to block it, but the attack burned through everything, even the Nine Tails.
“Hah! These flames won’t go out until I run out of power, or my target is dead! Your Nine Tails is finished!”
Draig rushed in, soaring to the sky with his fist cocked back.
“Now! Ashen Fist!”
His fist slammed into Malek’s face, the crack echoing through the arena like shattering stone.
“Argh!”
Malek kneeled over, losing control of his forms as his aether destabilized.
Returning to his natural state, he was helpless before Draig.
“What an epic match!
Things may have looked a bit grim there for a moment, but he managed to pull through at the end!
Our winner is Draig!
We only have one match left in our second round! Lian versussss Kiraaa!”
“Finally, looks like I’m up!” Sikira said cheerfully as she skipped onto the arena.
“I wish you luck in this match, Kira,” Lian said.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, you too. Here’s to a great match!”
“Let the match begin!”
They both took up stances.
“So, what do you have in store for me?” Sikira said playfully.
[Next Time on Lyte of Utopia]: “The Alien Seekers & Stealers Gang”
[Yield Levels]:
Draig: 10b
- SR: 1t (Physical)
- SA: 2t
- SA + DD: 20t
- Ashen Flame: x500
- Ashen Fist: x100
- Hellfire: x1000
Malek: 800m
- HS + SHM + HB: 1.6t
- Nine-Tailed Spirit: x2
- Five Raging Elephants: x10
- Three Vast Seas: x100
Sikira: 1b
Lian: 2b