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Kaal's fist was inches from Kartik's face. The air pressure was so intense Kartik could feel his skin stretching. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl.
Suddenly, the roaring crowd went silent. The dust hanging in the air froze.
"I told you... don't bore me," a familiar, echoing voice whispered directly into Kartik's mind.
In the center of his chest, right where his weak heart used to be, Kartik felt a spark of cold, black fire. It wasn't the painful tightness of a heart attack—it was an explosion of pure, unadulterated energy.
[ System Initializing... ]
[ Host Soul: Kartik / Body: Neel Shourya ]
[ Synchronization: 100% ]
[ Celestial Talent Unlocked: "The Void Step" ]
Suddenly, Kartik saw the world differently. Kaal wasn't a blur anymore; he was moving in slow motion, like a fly stuck in honey. Kartik could see the gaps in Kaal's stance, the way his weight was shifted too far forward, and the exact trajectory of the killing blow.
"If I'm going to be your entertainment," Kartik thought, his fear turning into a cold, sharp focus, "then I might as well put on a show."
Just as Kaal's fist was about to connect, Kartik didn't pull back. He leaned into the attack, tilted his head by a fraction of an inch, and performed a move his old body could never have dreamed of.
Whoosh.
Kaal's fist passed through thin air.
The crowd gasped. Even the "Father" leaned forward, his eyes widening. Kartik had vanished for a split second, reappearing right behind Kaal's exposed side.
"Hey," Kartik whispered into Kaal's ear. "You missed."
Before Kaal could react, Kartik instinctively channeled that cold energy into his palm and pushed.
[ Skill Activated: Palm of the Empty Void ]
BOOM!
It wasn't a punch, but Kaal was sent flying across the arena as if he'd been hit by a wrecking ball. He tumbled through the dirt, crashing into the stone boundary wall, leaving the entire stadium in a stunned, deathly silence.
Kartik looked at his hands, which were glowing with a faint, wispy black smoke.
"Okay," Kartik smirked, feeling the surge of power. "Now we're talking."