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CĂș Chulainn was brimming with killing intent.
Mana surged violently around him, and an overwhelming pressure rolled toward Terry like a collapsing mountain. The air itself trembled, groaning under the weight of his presence. Even before he moved, it carried the unmistakable scent of death.
Terry understood instantly.
The "fight" the other man had spoken of was no exaggeration. This wasn't a sparring match-it was real. If he treated it lightly, he might be killed in a single exchange.
In that instant, Terry abandoned all hesitation. His guard rose to its peak, every nerve taut.
The next second, they moved at the same time.
CĂș Chulainn kicked off the ground, his body shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Terry gathered his ki, flames blooming around his fist as he threw a punch forward.
Power Geyser!
Bang!
The collision of forces detonated like thunder. Invisible shockwaves rippled outward, announcing the start of a merciless battle.
There was no warm-up.
Under CĂș Chulainn's savage assault, the fight instantly plunged into a life-or-death struggle.
On the stage, the two clashed brutally.
Terry fought like a starving wolf-ferocious, desperate, and unafraid to risk his life.
But CĂș Chulainn was a mad dog, his madness no less terrifying.
Their frenzy stunned the fighters watching from the audience.
Unless fueled by deep hatred, such all-out combat was rarely seen in a tournament setting. Seeing two men go this far was truly unusual.
Yet no one blamed Terry.
CĂș Chulainn's killing intent was simply too overwhelming. Forced under that suffocating pressure, Terry had no choice but to fight with everything he had. If he didn't, he would be torn apart.
"That guy's completely insane!" Joe Higashi growled anxiously from below the stage, glaring at CĂș Chulainn as if he wanted to rush up himself.
Emiya clicked his tongue softly.
This was just how CĂș Chulainn fought.
Still, Emiya wasn't worried. CĂș Chulainn wasn't a fool-he wouldn't actually kill Terry. And with Loki valuing Terry so highly, she would intervene if things truly crossed the line.
Terry's life wasn't in danger.
On stage, CĂș Chulainn pressed the attack relentlessly, mana reinforcing every movement. His experience from countless battlefields showed in every strike as he steadily overwhelmed Terry.
The cursed spear moved unpredictably, each thrust leaving a fresh wound on Terry's body.
Blood spilled again and again.
Yet Terry refused to fall.
His defense remained tight, his counterattacks fierce, and his eyes stayed clear.
He wasn't panicking. He wasn't losing control.
He was analyzing-calmly, desperately searching for a weakness.
A hungry wolf, not a rabid one.
Even at his limit, Terry maintained his composure, waiting for a chance.
But CĂș Chulainn didn't give openings easily.
His assault was like a raging storm, smothering Terry completely and leaving no room to breathe.
Terry was driven back step by step, every counter crushed before it could fully form. Each attempt was read as if CĂș Chulainn could see the future.
Frustration gnawed at him.
Yet for CĂș Chulainn, the fight was exhilarating.
Terry's tenacity exceeded his expectations. Not only had his attacks failed to break him, they seemed to sharpen his resolve.
The moment CĂș Chulainn eased even slightly, Terry struck back with savage force. Any hint of relaxation was punished immediately.
Though he neutralized every counter, the pressure never disappeared.
It thrilled him.
"That's it!" CĂș Chulainn laughed wildly. "This is fun! Hungry wolf Terry!"
He tightened his grip on the spear. With a flick of his wrist, the spearhead blossomed into countless shadows, raining down toward Terry's vital points.
The sheer number was dizzying.
Unable to predict which strike was real, Terry guarded his most critical points and abandoned others that wouldn't end the fight.
Puff!
The spear tore into his shoulder, blood spraying outward.
But Terry seized the moment and fired off an energy wave.
CĂș Chulainn grinned, mana surging through his right leg as he kicked.
Bang!
The energy wave exploded apart.
The shockwave sent his hair whipping wildly.
Terry used the opening to retreat, desperately creating distance.
CĂș Chulainn refused to allow it.
In an instant, he closed the gap again, spear stabbing toward Terry's throat at a vicious angle.
Power Geyser!
Terry smashed the spear's shaft, knocking the tip aside and narrowly avoiding death. He followed up with a Rock Kick aimed at CĂș Chulainn's temple.
Clang!
CĂș Chulainn spun his spear, blocking the kick with a dull impact, then surged forward again in a relentless storm.
More wounds opened across Terry's body.
Blood flowed endlessly.
Though Terry sealed the bleeding with his ki, to the audience he was already soaked red, his condition miserable beyond words.
Gasps rippled through the stands. Some spectators turned away, unable to watch.
Under the crushing pressure, Terry's vision began to darken.
Too much blood had been lost.
Too many wounds.
Even a hardened fighter had limits-especially while pushing his mind and body to their extremes.
He wasn't CĂș Chulainn.
He didn't possess the monstrous skill of fighting on with fatal injuries.
Boom!
The darkness finally overtook him.
Terry staggered, his defenses collapsing completely.
A fatal opening lay bare.
CĂș Chulainn saw it-and stopped.
Instead of pressing the attack, disappointment crossed his face.
He had thought Terry could go further. Maybe even turn the tables.
But it seemed he had overestimated him.
Not everyone could transcend themselves in despair.
Terry had the potential-but not yet.
To continue would be nothing more than bullying.
Without another word, CĂș Chulainn lowered his spear, turned his back on the stage, and walked away.
The audience was left stunned.
Back at the seats, Emiya smiled faintly.
"What's wrong? Disappointed?"
CĂș Chulainn shook his head. "Not disappointed. Just... let down. I thought he'd last longer. Maybe even pull off a comeback."
Emiya replied calmly, "He has that potential. But it's still too early. It's only '96. If this were '98, he might've surprised you."
The coming events-the chaos of the following years-would push everyone to grow.
Given time, Terry would become far stronger.
But time was something he didn't have today.
CĂș Chulainn shrugged. His own strength wouldn't stand still either.
Then Emiya spoke again.
"If you really want a challenge, why not fight yourself?"
CĂș Chulainn blinked, then grinned. "Another me? My Berserker self?"
Emiya shook his head. "Not that. I mean you from another world."
CĂș Chulainn's smile widened. "Now that sounds fun."
"A world with Heretic Gods," Emiya said. "But you'd better master both types of Haki and Nen first. Your other self might be divine."
The thought thrilled him.
Fighting a god-version of himself?
That was something worth preparing for.
Meanwhile, Terry-despite being declared the winner-left the stage in silence.
Everyone knew the truth.
He had lost.
He'd simply been spared.
The humiliation burned deep in his chest.
Joe Higashi placed a hand on Terry's shoulder, letting Andy take over comforting him. Then Joe turned toward the stage, fury blazing.
He wanted revenge.
But when he saw Heracles standing there, calm and immovable, his blood ran cold.
The pressure alone made him hesitate.
Could he really avenge Terry?
Smack!
Joe slapped his own face hard, snapping himself back to reality.
His fighting spirit ignited once more.
"Don't underestimate me!"
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