With the massive first round of the tournament officially wrapped up, all the contestants headed back to their respective homes to rest and prepare for what was to come.
Walking down the grand concourse, Lam stretched his arms behind his head. "Ok, we all won today."
Draz turned to him with a deadpan stare. "Yeah, but Lam, you're a terrifying cameraman."
Lam blinked, stopping in his tracks. "Why?"
"Look at my match video, dude!" Draz said, shoving his wrist-comm screen into Lam's face. "Your recording skills should be fixed!"
"Ok, ok, don't yell!" Lam held his hands up defensively.
Before their bickering could escalate, heavy, commanding footsteps echoed down the corridor. Mufasa approached his sons, his imposing presence immediately hushing the brothers.
Asadullah stepped forward with a curious grin. "Ah, Father, can you tell us which match among us was the best?"
Mufasa stood in thought for a long moment, stroking his jaw as he evaluated every single fight. Finally, he looked at them and spoke: "Ah... Lam's match was the best."
Except for Lam, who let out a satisfied smile, everyone else's face instantly dropped in disappointment.
Krodh's brow furrowed. "Ah, Father, why?"
Mufasa looked at Krodh sternly. "Look, Lam didn't just fight with his powers—he fought with his mind as well."
Krodh grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly. "But Father, my opponent wasn't worthy of my mind."
"Krodh, arrogance isn't good," Mufasa warned in a heavy tone.
Krodh lowered his gaze slightly, exhaling a sigh. "Ok, Father."
With the discussion settled, the brothers made their way home for a well-deserved night's rest.
***
A new day dawned over the arena, bringing with it the intense atmosphere of Round 2. The crowds cheered as the tournament official updated the screens for the opening bout.
GROUP 2 - MATCH 6: DRAZ (G.O.D OF URJA) VS JOHNATHAN
Draz stepped out onto the wide stone platform, yawning slightly and stretching his shoulders.
Opposite him stood Johnathan, an eleven-year-old boy with a sharp stance and a specialized affinity for Stone-Type techniques.
Draz checked his wrist comm, muttering aloud to himself, "Ah, I have to go for breakfast, so I will finish this as fast as possible."
Johnathan scoffed, dropping into a heavy low stance. "It's impossible!"
"MATCH BEGINS!" the referee drone bellowed.
Johnathan moved first, channeling dense Stone-Type energy into his knuckles. "BUILDER PUNCH!"
Draz didn't back down. Coiling spectral Draconic aura around his hands, he thrust forward. "DRAGON CLAWS!"
BOOM!
The two heavy strikes collided in mid-air, creating a powerful kinetic shockwave that pushed both fighters backward across the stone floor.
Without missing a beat, they both charged in again.
"BUILDER PUNCH!"
"DRAGON CLAWS!"
CLANG!
Once again, their fists collided, sending them both skidding backward. Draz immediately veered to the right, sweeping around Johnathan's blind spot to execute a swift right hook. Johnathan snapped his arm up, successfully blocking the strike before instantly delivering a counter-attack. Draz raised his guard just in time, blocking the boy's blow.
The two fighters exploded into an intense, rapid-fire melee exchange. Strike after strike clashed in relentless succession, the heavy impacts ringing across the arena. Throughout the entire flurry, both fighters continuously traded blow for blow using their core techniques—Builder Punch against Dragon Claws.
Recognizing the deadlock, Draz suddenly leaped backward, pulling his arms into his chest as demonic energy condensed in his core.
"DEMONIC BLAST!" Draz roared, unleashing a dense wave of Demon-Type aura forward.
Johnathan grinned, bracing his footing. "Ah, it will take all your Urjas after many Dragon Claws!"
Gathering his remaining Stone-Type energy into his palms, Johnathan thrust both hands forward. "BUILDER BLAST!"
The two beam attacks slammed into each other at the center of the ring, locking in a violent stalemate. Energy flared wildly in all directions as the blasts cancelled each other out.
Johnathan panted heavily, expecting Draz to be completely drained of energy.
However, Draz didn't even pause to catch his breath. Immediately gathering another massive surge of Demon-Type energy, Draz thrust his hand forward once again.
"DEMONIC BLAST!"
Johnathan's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. With his energy completely depleted, he had no defense left. The second Demonic Blast slammed directly into him, overwhelming him instantly and throwing him out of the ring into the defeat zone.
The referee drone lowered its flag. "WINNER: DRAZ!"
Johnathan pushed himself up from the ground, staring at Draz in utter confusion. "How... how did your Urja not end?"
Draz looked down at him, brushing the dust off his coat with a smirk. "Cuz I am the G.O.D of
Urja."
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High above the planet, from Colex-5411025, the 5 Armed Man says ok understood.