MAYA's voice hummed in Raja's head, "Limiters adjusted to 30%, Master."
Raja flexed, his body syncing with the dialed-down strength, muscles rippling like a coiled spring.
The beast—Marcus, now a 7-foot bat-wolf abomination—skidded to a stop, eyes blazing, and launched skyward, wings slicing the air to rip Raja apart.
Raja, striking a Baki pose, smirked, ready. As the beast dove, Raja caught its clawed arms, skidding back a few feet before slamming it to the ground with earth-shaking force, stomping its chest for good measure. The fort trembled, dust raining down.
MAYA: "Master, you're turning this into a wrestling pay-per-view!"
The beast swiped its steel wings, aiming to slash Raja.
He backflipped, dodging with flair, but the beast pressed, using its wings like spears, thrusting in rapid succession.
Raja weaved through the piercing attacks at breakneck speed, only for the beast to whip its newly sprouted tail, smacking Raja across the fort.
Mid-air, Raja spun like a gymnast, landing in a skid, then charged. Ducking low, he sweep-kicked the beast's legs, toppling it. Before it hit the ground, Raja's roundhouse kick nailed it to the wall with a crunch.
Not done, Raja zoomed in, unleashing a combo of punches across the beast's body, each blow cracking the stone wall behind it like a demolition crew.
The beast, desperate, unfurled its massive wings to block Raja's fists, landing a surprise kick that sent Raja flying.
It pursued, pinning Raja against wall smashing through successive walls,
Raja, unfazed, used the wall as leverage, driving both knees into the beast's chest with full force.
The beast flipped like a bowling pin, skidding across the rubble.
Both combatants rose, panting, and charged, trading raw, technique-free punches.
Each hit sparked sonic booms, shaking the fort. The tactical team, jaws dropped, thought one word: Monsters.
Raja and the beast landed simultaneous haymakers, the boom hurling them 20 feet apart.
The beast bared steel claws and hardened its wings into spears, slicing through pillars to flaunt their edge.
Raja, grinning, summoned his divine trident, Trishul, from his inventory, channeling the God Breathing Technique. A hissing roar filled the air as he exhaled, power surging.
The team and Selene gaped—Raja, shirtless, muscles gleaming, trident in hand, looked like a deity descended.
"Round two's kicking off!" a guard whispered, hyped.
Raja and the beast charged, weapon and steel claw flashing.
Raja's God Breathing: Thunderclap and Flash struck at lightning speed, aiming to decapitate, while the beast's primal strength and supersonic flight met Trishul's edge, the clash sending them skidding back from pure force.
The beast, frenzied, slashed chaotically, its speed blinding.
Raja countered with God Breathing: Dead Calm, Tidal Waves, entering a tranquil state, parrying with perfect precision.
Their duel was a blur, only clangs audible to the stunned team.
Irritated, the beast unleashed a sonic scream, dropping the team to their knees, clutching their heads.
Even Selene winced, annoyed.
Raja, dialing down his hearing, countered with God Breathing: Roar, slamming Trishul down, the sonic boom staggering the beast.
Before it recovered, Raja struck with God Breathing: Flower Petals, a flurry of rapid trident thrusts piercing the beast's body.
It wailed, but werewolf regeneration sealed the wounds, fueling a counterattack—a wind slash from its wings.
Raja leapt, dodging slashes that carved stone like butter.
The team and Selene gaped at the beast's evolving arsenal.
Raja retaliated with God Breathing: Rising Dust Storm, unleashing chaotic trident slashes that canceled the wind attacks in a gusting clash.
Smiling, Raja taunted, "That's it, Marcus! Go primal, show me the beast you've become!"
The beast, understanding, leapt skyward, inhaling deeply, lungs ballooning, and spewed fire.
Raja sprinted, Prince of Persia-style, wall-running, jumping, and backflipping to dodge the flames.
The team and Selene, shocked, muttered, "First claws, then slashes, now fire? What monster did Raja make?"
The beast's fire fizzled, oxygen depleted. As it inhaled for another blast, it unleashed dark smoke, blanketing the fort in a pitch-black screen.
The team donned night vision, while Selene's new vampire queen eyes locked onto Raja and the beast's heartbeats, glowing red.
She considered intervening but sensed Raja's steady pulse—he's having fun.
Raja, grinning, used God Breathing: Spatial Awareness Thrust, tracking the beast's movements.
It lunged, but Raja, anticipating, spun Trishul with God Breathing: Stone Skin, creating an impenetrable barrier.
The beast's claws bounced off, forced back by the trident's spinning force.
Frustrated, the beast clawed wildly.
Raja, ready to play, cleared the smoke with another God Breathing: Roar, stunning the beast and the sonic boom forced the smoke to clear.
The Beast locked on Raja and lunged; claws bared, and—shockingly—impaled Raja.
Selene screamed, "Raja!"
The team aimed, ready to riddle the beast with bullets, but Raja vanished, laughing—a mirage.
God Breathing: Obscuring Clouds let him move unpredictably, creating illusions. Another claw swipe hit another mirage.
Raja's copies swarmed, attacking with God Breathing: Slithering Serpent, striking from all angles.
The beast, stabbed repeatedly, roared in frustration, too tired to counter and flew upwards.
Spotting the beast preparing another fire breath, Raja sprinted, wall-running like a parkour god, leaping to a balcony.
The beast, mid-air, readied its flames.
Raja scaled the balcony wall, using it to launch himself at the beast.
As it unleashed its fire, Raja hurled Trishul with God Breathing: Sun Fire Thrust, channeling solar flames.
The trident's blast overpowered the beast's breath, backfiring and scorching it.
Trishul impaled the beast, crashing it to the ground with a booming thud.
Raja, falling, flipped Assassins Creed-style, landing in a superhero pose, dusting his shorts.
He strolled to the moaning beast, burn marks crisscrossing its body, regeneration stalled from exhaustion.
"Marcus, I told you I'd rip you apart and make you beg for death. I keep my word." With ruthless precision, Raja tore off its wings, legs, arms, and—grimacing—its balls, shoving them into its mouth, then ripped off its head, ending it.
The team, horrified, vomited, stomachs churning.
Selene, even as Vampire Queen, turned away, disgusted.
Raja, unfazed, called, "MAYA, release my magic limiter!"
Magic Power surged, Telekinesis flaring.
He pulled William's frail body beside Marcus's, snapping his fingers Roy Mustang-style, casting a sunfire spell that burned both to ash, leaving no trace.
With another snap, Raja incinerated the spilled blood, ensuring no future threats and walked towards selena in style.
Selene, princess-carrying Raja, used her new Telekinesis to lift the team, flying them skyward.
The pilot, gaping at Selene soaring with his squad, scrambled into the helicopter, racing back to Pier 17.
Dawn broke, and Selene, now immune to sunlight, basked in its glow, smiling like a goddess.
The team stared, mesmerized, until Raja's lion-like growl and death glare froze them, sweating bullets as they looked away.
MAYA: "Master, your jealousy's scarier than the beast!"
At Pier 17, Erica, also sun-proof thanks to Alexander's blood, waved like a kid at the chopper.
Raja stepped out, handing Alexander a ceramic pot—Marcus and William's ashes. "A souvenir. Sprinkle them from a mountain or mix them in their birthplace's river."
Alexander nodded, eyes misty.
Erica, bouncing like a bunny, bragged about her sun-walking and strength, but spotting Selene—6 feet, curves popping, red eyes blazing—she deflated, slumping to the ground, drawing circles and muttering curses.
Raja cackled, then froze, spotting Vayu Putra, fully repaired, gleaming like new—a gift from Alexander for closure.
Tears streaming, Raja hugged Alexander, "Thank you, old man!"
He circled the car, geeking out over the upgrades—new tires, reinforced frame, UV-proof glass. "She's perfect!"
MAYA: "Master, you're crying harder over your car than the epic battle. Priorities, much?"
To Be Continued…