The roar of the colossal arena was deafening, a churning sea of voices vibrating through the massive stone architecture and scaffolding of the tournament grounds. Thousands of spectators leaned over the railings, their eyes glued to the grand stage below. Energy monitors flickered along the perimeter walls, recording volatile fluctuations of Urja as the platform cleared for the next scheduled bout of the tournament. The official digital displays hanging high above the field flashed in vivid golden letters, announcing the match parameters across every broadcast channel in the quadrant.
GROUP 4 — MATCH 9
The heavy iron gates on the southern side of the arena ground upward with a loud, mechanical screech. Stepping out onto the reinforced tiles was Asad. Despite being only ten years old, he carried himself with an undeniable air of absolute authority. His small frame radiated a dense, quiet pressure that made the surrounding air feel physically heavy. As a combatant recognized as the G.O.D—the Godlike Power Owning Deity—of Fight and War, his young age belied a mastery over battle that commanded total respect. He walked slowly toward the center of the ring, his sharp dark eyes calmly scanning the battlefield, his arms hanging relaxed at his sides.
From the northern gate stepped his opponent. A collective murmur rippled through the crowd as the boy walked out. His name was Bell, and he was also a ten-year-old boy. Bell moved with a sharp, disciplined composure, wearing specialized chrome tuning gauntlets around his wrists and ankles to channel and amplify high-frequency vibrations. Bell was a prodigy of the Sound Type, capable of manipulating acoustic waves to shatter physical matter and disorient even seasoned warriors. He stopped a few paces away, adjusting his grip and looking directly into Asad's eyes.
Bell looked at Asad, his voice calm, crisp, and carrying across the open floor. "It will be good to fight you."
Asad looked back at the boy, a confident grin touching his face. He appreciated standing across from someone who shared his exact youthful vigor and combat drive. "It will be fun to fight someone as same age as me," Asad replied smoothly, his tone laced with genuine excitement.
The central orb above the ring flashed from amber to brilliant emerald green. The synthesized voice of the arena system echoed across the stadium speaker network: "GROUP 4, MATCH 9 — BEGIN!"
Before the reverberation of the starting signal could even fade, Bell exploded into motion.
Utilizing acoustic propulsion from his boots to instantly bridge the distance, the ten-year-old launched himself high into the air. His body rotated with sharp acrobatic precision as he extended his right leg into a lightning-fast Flying Kick targeted directly at Asad's temple. The speed was incredible, the air whipping around his foot with a whistling wind.
Yet Asad did not flinch. Without moving his feet an inch from where he stood, Asad raised his left forearm in a casual, fluid motion.
BOOM!
Bell's boot struck Asad's forearm with a heavy thud. The shockwave of the physical collision flared outward, blowing away small pebbles and dust, but Asad's arm remained completely motionless, acting like an immovable wall. He absorbed the full kinetic power of the flying kick without giving up a single millimeter of ground.
Asad glanced sideways at the boy suspended in mid-air against his arm. "Nah, you might prove me wrong about you," Asad remarked, his tone laced with a dry, challenging taunt.
Bell said nothing. A dark flush of irritation swept across the ten-year-old's face. His eyes narrowed, burning with sudden anger at being so effortlessly blocked. Pushing off Asad's arm with a violent snap of his hips, Bell backflipped away, his boots skidding across the stone floor as he landed several paces back.
He didn't hesitate for a single second. Reaching down into his core, Bell channeled a massive burst of Sound Type Urja into his chest and throat. The chrome bands on his arms began to vibrate at a terrifying frequency, emitting a high-pitched whine that made the surrounding air visibly shimmer and warp.
"ShockWave!" Bell roared, thrusting both palms forward.
A massive, visible wall of compressed acoustic energy ripped forth from Bell's hands. The attack tore through the arena floor, shattering the stone tiles into fine powder as it expanded into a roaring wave of pure sonic force. The sound alone was deafening, threatening to rupture the arena's defensive barriers. The attack was blindingly fast and brutally powerful, forcing Asad to drop his casual posture and take immediate defensive measures.
As the crushing wall of sound surged toward him, Asad planted his heels deep into the ground. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest, locking his joints and condensing his Brawl Type Urja into every muscle and bone in his body.
"STAND AS STATUE!" Asad declared.
The Brawl Type defensive technique took effect instantly. Asad's body turned into an absolute, immovable physical anchor. His density multiplied, coating his frame in an invisible layer of physical resistance that defied kinetic impact.
THUUUUUUMMMMM!
The ShockWave struck Asad head-on. The sonic blast engulfed him entirely, creating an explosion of dust, debris, and acoustic distortions in the center of the ring. The force pressed against Asad with colossal weight, but Asad stood his ground, taking the entirety of the massive Sound attack fully upon himself. He held his position like a monument of solid iron amidst a raging storm.
However, Bell had intended for the sonic wave to serve as a distraction.
While the thick dust cloud completely obscured Asad's vision, Bell moved with swift precision. Bypassing the edges of the blast zone, Bell closed the distance in a fraction of a second, reappearing directly in front of Asad as the dust began to clear. His hands were already moving in a blur, imbued with kinetic pressure from his secondary discipline.
Bell unleashed a relentless, rapid assault: Rapid Punches!
A flurry of Brawl Type strikes descended upon Asad simultaneously. Fists blurred through the air, striking from every angle, aiming to overwhelm Asad's guard while he recovered from the direct hit of the sound wave.
TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP!
Despite the sudden surprise assault, Asad's reflexes as the G.O.D of Fight and War were peerless. Reacting purely on combat instinct, Asad raised both hands, his palms blurring in rhythm with Bell's attack. With fluid hand-eye coordination, Asad deflected, parried, and blew away every single incoming strike with his two hands. Each time Bell's fist tried to find an opening, Asad's palm was already there, blocking the punch away before it could make solid contact.
The rapid exchange lasted several seconds, a mesmerizing display of speed versus defense, until Asad caught a slight break in Bell's cadence.
Focusing a sharp burst of physical kinetic energy into his palm, Asad thrust his arm forward, pushing Bell backward across the arena and forcing the boy to slide several meters before coming to a halt.
Asad lowered his hands, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. He let out a deep, reverberating roar that echoed across the stadium floor, shaking the dust off the arena walls.
"Enough!" Asad roared.
A confident, predatory smirk broke across Asad's face as he locked eyes with his opponent. The air around him suddenly began to swirl with a crimson aura of pure combat energy.
"Now it's my turn to attack," Asad said, his voice ringing across the stage.
Asad stepped forward, his body blurring as he vanished from his spot. The sheer acceleration kicked up a small shockwave behind him. Before Bell could fully readjust his stance or raise a sonic shield, Asad materialized directly in front of him, his right arm pulled back, glowing with an intense density of Brawl Type Urja.
"Thousands Of Fist At Once!" Asad bellowed.
What followed was a display of absolute martial power. Asad speed was so immense that thousands of distinct, kinetic fist projections materialized simultaneously in the air. A wall of crushing physical force slammed into Bell from every conceivable angle.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BANG! BANG! CRASH!
The onslaught was far too heavy for the young fighter to handle. The kinetic weight tore through Bell's defensive aura instantly. Bell was lifted off his feet and sent flying backward like a cannonball, trailing displaced air behind him.
THWRACK!
Bell smashed violently into the far boundary wall of the arena. The reinforced stone cracked upon impact, spider-webbing outward for several feet as Bell slumped down to the ground, coughing and clutching his ribs. Dust settled over his small frame as he struggled to stand up.
Asad stood in the center of the ring, lowering his arms slightly as he looked over at his opponent. "How was that, line-up, huh?" Asad called out.
Bell slowly pulled himself up against the cracked wall. His breath came in ragged gasps, his clothes torn and covered in dust, but his eyes burned with unyielding determination. He wiped a trail of sweat from his chin and looked up at Asad, a strained smile forming on his face.
"So good..." Bell panted, his voice trembling slightly before his expression hardened into absolute resolve. "...but is it good enough to beat my 50000DB Sound wave?!"
The moment those words left Bell's mouth, the chrome gauntlets on his arms and legs began to glow with an incandescent white light. The air in the arena turned frigid as the atmospheric pressure plummeted. Bell poured every single drop of his remaining Sound Type Urja into a single attack. The decibel level soared past normal limits, generating a sound so intense that the air molecules themselves began to tear apart.
VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!
A catastrophic blast of pure, 50,000-decibel acoustic energy erupted from Bell. It was a devastating wave of pure sonic destruction, pulverizing the bedrock of the stadium as it roared toward Asad with apocalyptic speed. The sheer frequency threatened to disintegrate anything in its path.
The deadly attack swept across the floor, closing the distance in less than a heartbeat.
Asad's eyes widened slightly at the immense power of the blast, recognizing the lethality of the incoming move. He didn't try to use physical defense this time. Instead, he smoothly tapped into his reserve of Normal Type Urja, extending his right hand outward toward the oncoming storm.
"Protect!" Asad shouted.
Instantly, a shimmering, translucent barrier of pure Normal Type energy materialized directly in front of Asad. The barrier formed a perfect shield, anchored firmly into the ground.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The 50,000-decibel sound wave collided violently with the Protect shield. A blinding flash of light engulfed the center of the arena as the acoustic force attempted to crush the barrier. Violent winds whipped through the stadium, blowing back banners and forcing commentators to hold onto their desks. The ground all around Asad was completely destroyed, carved out by the sheer kinetic friction of the sonic beam.
Yet, inside the shimmering dome of Protect, Asad remained completely unharmed. The Normal Type technique's absolute defense completely absorbed, neutralized, and dispersed the 50,000-decibel wave, leaving Asad completely untouched amidst the surrounding devastation.
As the catastrophic beam finally exhausted itself and faded into nothingness, the translucent shield around Asad quietly dissolved into glittering particles of light.
Bell stood on trembling legs, completely drained of energy, his gauntlets smoking from over-exertion. He could barely keep his eyes open as he looked through the clearing smoke.
Asad did not give his opponent time to recover. Taking a single, powerful step forward, Asad crossed the ruined arena floor instantly, closing the gap before Bell could react. His right fist drew back, channeling a final, refined concentration of pure Brawl Type Urja into his knuckles.
"Finishing Punch!" Asad roared.
The strike was clean, precise, and absolute. Asad's fist connected squarely with Bell's torso, delivering a concentrated burst of kinetic force that completely neutralized the boy's remaining strength without causing fatal injury.
THUD!
The shockwave passed through Bell's body, causing his eyes to roll back as his energy completely vanished. Bell collapsed forward, falling unconscious into the arms of Asad, who caught his opponent gently before he hit the shattered floor.
The stadium fell silent for a single, breathless second before the referee raised his hand high into the air, signaling the official verdict.
"BELL IS UNABLE TO CONTINUE! THE WINNER OF GROUP 4, MATCH 9 IS ASAD!"
The arena erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, the crowd roaring in appreciation of the incredible display of power between the two ten-year-old fighters. Asad lifted Bell carefully and carried him toward the medical staff waiting at the edge of the ring, giving a respectful nod to his fallen opponent.
***
High above the cosmos, situated upon Colex-541125—the radiant, burning star of the planet that blazed at the heart of the system...
Standing directly upon the stellar surface of Colex-541125 without receiving a single scratch from its scorching nuclear fire, the Five-Armed Man looked down across millions of miles of space. Possessing terrifying, cosmic eyesight, he required no screens or devices; his five eyes pierced through atmosphere, cloud cover, and spatial distance, watching the match unfold in the stadium below with crystal clarity.
The Five-Armed Man shifted his posture, his upper arms crossing over his armored chest while his lower arms rested lazily at his sides. His piercing gaze tracked Asad as the ten-year-old victor walked off the platform, specifically recalling how seamlessly the boy had transitioned between Brawl Type techniques and Normal Type defense.
A low, eerie chuckle escaped the Five-Armed Man's throat, echoing across the solar winds of the star.
"Ohhhh..." the Five-Armed Man murmured, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he watched from Colex-541125. "G. O. D of Fight and War is good at both of them, maybe."