The vacuum of space surrounding planet Anipla did not merely shudder—it shattered like brittle glass under the weight of two cosmic authorities colliding.
The collision between the 1,000,000-kilometer Golden T-Rex's multi-element temporal roar and the Five-Armed Man's multi-weapon divine counter-strike illuminated the entire star system in a blinding, multi-chromatic nova. Sheets of blood-red temporal decay, oceanic-blue stasis energy, pitch-void blackness, and blazing thermal orange flared against a backdrop of divine crimson plasma and dark-purple gravitational shockwaves. Asteroids floating millions of kilometers away were pulverized into subatomic dust by the residual pressure alone. Yet, far below this cosmic nightmare, planet Anipla hung trapped in its crystal-like shell of frozen time—a tiny, defenseless glass marble sitting beneath the shadow of titans.
Within the swirling epicenter of the explosion, the Golden T-Rex roared. The entity's planetary-sized jaw snapped shut as it swung the Chronos Scythe of Erasure in a sweeping horizontal arc through the void.
*SWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!*
The moon-sized, pitch-black blade of condensed temporal decay cut through space-time itself, leaving behind a bleeding, dimensional fissure hundreds of thousands of kilometers long. The fissure acted as a localized event horizon, pulling stray solar debris, space dust, and light into an eternal void of non-existence. The Time G. O. D used the sheer momentum of the scythe swing to accelerate its 1,000,000-kilometer body, driving its massive, continent-crushing hind claws straight toward the Five-Armed Man!
"Die, anomaly!" the Time G. O. D's layered, cosmic voice echoed through the space-time fabric, vibrating with absolute, ancient arrogance. "You cannot alter the truth that Time governs all existence! Every swing of this scythe erased an infinite number of your potential futures! You are fighting against the inevitable flow of eternity!"
The Five-Armed Man floated in the void, his divine red plasma halo flaring brightly against the dark expanse. He didn't even bother to dodge the planetary claw strike or the cosmic scythe.
"Eternity?" the Five-Armed Man sneered, his tone dripping with utter disdain. "You've been blabbering about time and rules since I got here. You think having a big body and a shiny clock makes you special?"
His upper right eye—his 1st Eye—swirled violently. The concentric, ripple-patterned rings expanded across his iris, glowing with an intense, deep-purple luminescence.
**"Divine Pulse: Absolute Repulsion!"**
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
An invisible spherical shockwave of infinite repulsive gravity erupted outward from the Five-Armed Man's face! The sheer density of the gravitational wall slammed head-first into the incoming 1,000,000-kilometer T-Rex and its cosmic scythe.
The impact sounded like a dying star collapsing! The Chronos Scythe of Erasure was forcibly knocked off its trajectory, its moon-sized blade rebounding upward, while the titan's massive hind claws were halted mid-strike in space! The force of the repulsion was so absolute that it cracked the obsidian temporal armor shielding the T-Rex's chest, sending chunks of solidified temporal energy drifting into the void!
"WHAT?!" the Time G. O. D bellowed in shock, its planetary-sized eyes widening as its massive body was forced backward three hundred thousand kilometers through space.
"My turn," the Five-Armed Man said coldly. "And I'm getting tired of this warm-up."
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Before the Golden T-Rex could re-orient its massive frame in space, the Five-Armed Man initiated an onslaught of pure, overwhelming dominance.
Flexing his lower two arms, he spun his twin Spiked Plungers with blinding speed, creating two swirling vortices of compressed kinetic pressure. Simultaneously, his middle left arm brought his drumstick crashing down onto his Ten-Orb Red Drum in a rapid, relentless rhythm!
*THUUUUUUUNDER-CRACK! THUUUUUNDER-CRACK! THUUUUUNDER-CRACK!*
The red drum did not merely release bolts of electricity this time—it unleashed an entire cosmic ocean of dark-crimson Divine Lightning! Hundreds of serpentine bolts, each stretching over five hundred thousand kilometers across the void, rained down upon the Golden T-Rex from every conceivable angle!
The divine lightning burned through the titan's temporal hide, searing its golden scales and short-circuiting the glowing blue and black veins running along its 1,000,000-kilometer body!
"ARRRRRRGH!" the Time G. O. D shrieked in pain, its massive arms thrashing wildly as the cosmic electricity tore through its internal energy channels.
"Temporal Reversal!" the titan desperately roared, trying to activate its ultimate rewind mechanism to erase the scorched wounds.
"Not gonna happen," the Five-Armed Man said flatly.
He opened his upper left eye—his 2nd Eye.
The deep, dark crimson pupil flared, its interlocking geometric array of blood-red runes spinning in a reverse sequence.
The moment his 2nd Eye locked onto the Golden T-Rex, the conceptual mechanism of Temporal Reversal simply failed to initiate. The rewind law was deleted from reality before it could even manifest. The scorched, bleeding wounds remained wide open on the titan's body, continuing to burn under the persistent voltage of divine lightning!
"My rewind... failed?!" the Time G. O. D gasped in genuine terror, feeling real physical vulnerability for the first time in eons. "How can a mortal conceptualize the deletion of a fundamental law?!"
"I told you," the Five-Armed Man said, stepping forward through space as his 1st Eye activated Attraction Well, violently dragging the 1,000,000-kilometer creature forward into his strike zone like a helpless puppet on a string. "You're fighting a force that doesn't care about your rules."
As the titan was dragged helplessly through the void, the Five-Armed Man executed a terrifying flurry strike:
His lower two hands drove the twin Spiked Plungers straight into the titan's lower jaw with enough kinetic force to shatter planetary crusts!
*SMASH!*
His middle left hand struck the Ten-Orb Red Drum, detonating a point-blank blast of divine lightning straight into the titan's left eye!
*BOOM!*
His fifth arm thrust his glowing Red Orb into the titan's throat, releasing a blazing pillar of plasma that scorched the orange thermal channels lining its neck!
*BURN!*
Golden cosmic blood, shattered temporal scales, and volatile bursts of multi-colored energy erupted across the star system! The 1,000,000-kilometer Golden T-Rex was completely helpless, battered, bruised, and dominated by a divine force that bypassed every single one of its temporal defenses.
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The Golden T-Rex crashed backward through space, its 1,000,000-kilometer frame covered in smoking craters and shattered scales. Its majestic horns were chipped, its planetary eyes were bloodshot with divine fire, and its four secondary energy veins were flickering erratically like failing power grids.
"Curse you... curse you, divine parasite!" the Time G. O. D roared, its voice filled with desperate, furious venom.
The titan opened its planetary jaws to their absolute maximum limit. It didn't just draw upon its own internal reserves this time—it began pulling energy from the temporal foundations of neighboring dimensions! The golden clock runes spanning planetary orbits began to burn with a dark, apocalyptic violet light.
**"CHRONOS SINGULARITY: OMEGA COLLAPSE!"**
The Time G. O. D manifested a colossal, black-hole-like sphere of absolute temporal destruction in front of its mouth. The sphere expanded rapidly, reaching a diameter of over five hundred thousand kilometers! It was a weapon designed to collapse the entire star system into a point of absolute non-existence, erasing past, present, and future simultaneously!
"If I must perish, this entire star system, this planet, and your very existence will be erased from history!" the titan screamed in mad desperation!
The Five-Armed Man stopped floating. He looked at the massive, five-hundred-thousand-kilometer void singularity expanding toward him, and for the first time, he let out a low, dark chuckle.
"You really don't get it, do you?" the Five-Armed Man said softly, his voice cutting through the roaring gravitational noise of the singularity. "You think your ultimate move matters because it can erase history? Let me show you what real destruction looks like."
He raised his middle right hand—the hand that had been holding his five-headed red trident.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he banished the trident into spatial storage. In its place, a dark, ominous mist materialized around his palm. The mist was not black, nor was it red—it was a color of pitch darkness so absolute that even the surrounding void of space looked bright in comparison.
Out of that pitch-black mist, he drew a weapon.
It was **The Sword of Destruction**.
The blade was long, dark, and shadow-like, appearing as though it was forged from the non-existent concept of absolute end. It possessed no polished metal, no intricate handguard, and no decorative runes. It was a blade that defied logic, durability, distance, and existence itself. It was a sword created for one solitary purpose: to destroy anything and everything, whether it was physical matter, immortal souls, temporal concepts, or the laws of reality itself.
The moment The Sword of Destruction was unsheathed in the void of space, the five-hundred-thousand-kilometer Chronos Singularity stalled mid-expansion.
The black hole didn't explode—it began to tremble, its dense gravitational vectors shivering as if terrified of the dark blade hovering thousands of kilometers away.
The Golden T-Rex's planetary eyes shrank to tiny pinpricks. An instinctual, cosmic dread—a fear deeper than death—gripped every fiber of the 1,000,000-kilometer titan's soul.
"T-That weapon..." the Time G. O. D stuttered, its voice trembling so violently that space-time cracked around its jaw. "That blade... it doesn't possess temporal energy... it doesn't possess divine energy... What is that blade?!"
"It's the end of your arrogance," the Five-Armed Man replied calmly.
He held The Sword of Destruction loosely in his middle right hand. He didn't take a dramatic stance. He didn't channel massive amounts of energy. He simply swung the black blade downward in a casual, effortless vertical arc.
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*SZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!*
There was no deafening explosion. There was no bright flash of light.
When The Sword of Destruction was swung, distance meant nothing. Defense meant nothing. Time meant nothing. Durability meant nothing.
The vertical path of the black blade sliced directly through the concept of the five-hundred-thousand-kilometer Chronos Singularity. The massive black hole of temporal destruction didn't detonate—it was simply negated, cut in half, and deleted from existence as if it had never been conceptualized.
The black slash continued onward across space, passing effortlessly through the 1,000,000-kilometer Golden T-Rex's body.
*SILENCE.*
For a long, suffocating moment, the entire star system was completely dead silent.
The Golden T-Rex stood frozen in the void of space. Its multi-colored veins stopped glowing. Its golden scales turned gray and brittle. Its planetary eyes lost their fiery radiance, turning into dull, lifeless stone.
A single, hairline black crack appeared dead-center down the middle of the 1,000,000-kilometer Golden T-Rex's body—stretching from the tip of its snout, through its massive skull, down its spine, and all the way to the end of its tail.
*CRACK.*
With a sound like a shattering universe, the giant 1,000,000-kilometer golden body collapsed! But the entity did not vanish into total non-existence. Instead, the raw divine strike severed the entity's temporal manifestation and forced its primordial essence into total subjugation.
As the massive golden body crumbled into fine cosmic dust, the core soul of the G. O. D OF TIME—battered, terrified, and severely weakened—was violently dragged through space by an invisible gravitational pull.
*SWOOOSH!*
The entity's surviving consciousness was sucked straight back down into the orbital path of planet Anipla, penetrating the upper atmosphere and plunging deep into the physical body of Draz. It was forcibly compressed, pacified, and sealed away into the absolute deepest, darkest abyss of the ten-year-old boy's subconscious soul. The G. O. D OF TIME was still alive, locked behind primordial spiritual chains deep within Draz, unable to manifest or take control ever again.
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With the cosmic titan subdued and sealed, the Five-Armed Man twirled The Sword of Destruction once before banishing it back into the shadowy void. He then looked down at the time-frozen marble of planet Anipla floating below him.
The planet was still completely locked in stasis. The spectators, the atmosphere, the dust particles, and the arena floor were all frozen in mid-motion. Furthermore, Draz's mortal body in the ring had been completely destroyed earlier when the entity awakened.
"Well, can't leave the kid dead," the Five-Armed Man muttered casually, rolling his shoulders in the cosmic silence. "And need to synchronize this world's clock with the cosmos."
He floated directly above Anipla's upper atmosphere. He did not grab any artifact or weapon.
Slowly, calmly, the Five-Armed Man **raised his 5th hand**.
*FLASH!*
A blinding, divine crimson light radiated from his palm, sweeping across the entire surface of planet Anipla!
The localized temporal flow of the planet immediately reversed at superluminal speeds! Down in the crater of the Group 1 arena stage, the scattered cosmic plasma, evaporated blood, melted bones, and destroyed muscle tissues of Draz rushed back together in a swirling vortex of green and golden light!
In a fraction of a microsecond, Draz's ten-year-old physical body was perfectly reassembled, restored to the exact physical condition it was in right before his core snapped! His lungs filled with air, his heart began beating again, and his skin returned to normal.
Simultaneously, the Five-Armed Man aligned the planetary clock of Anipla with the master timeline of the cosmos, weaving the temporal threads together so flawlessly that not a single second of local planetary time had ticked forward since the initial freeze.
He unlocked the planetary barrier.
*CLICK.*
Global stasis vanished instantly! Sound, motion, thermal steam, falling dust, and life resumed across planet Anipla as if nothing had ever happened!
The spectators in the stands finished their collective gasp, completely unaware that a million-kilometer titan had just been fought and sealed above their heads. Up in the VIP suite, Lam's fists remained in his trouser pockets, his dark eyes locked on the ring. Krodh, Bayu, and Asad continued analyzing the combat arena, their tactical screens updating smoothly without a single drop in frame rate.
The Five-Armed Man stood high in the upper atmosphere, watching the seamless synchronization take effect across the planet. He adjusted his Spiked Plungers, rested his Ten-Orb Red Drum against his hip, and smirked snarkily.
"Ah the shortest battle in this planet ever, just 0 seconds."
Without another word, he turned into a streaking beam of divine crimson light and launched himself back across the vacuum of space toward the burning Red Star Colex-5411025.
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Down in the cratered arena stage of Group 1, the massive ventilation turbines hissed loudly as they pulled away the remaining clouds of thermal steam.
Alquimme was standing on the ruined, scorched floor, her dark violet staff raised high with both hands! The massive, eight-foot sphere of unstable Mind Type Urja crackled with violent purple electricity directly above her head. Sweat dripped down her pale, exhausted forehead as she screamed her attack name at the top of her lungs:
**"PSYCHIC APOCALYPSE: ULTIMATE PSYSTRIKE!"**
She brought her staff crashing down with absolute, lethal intent, launching the massive dark-purple mental bomb straight toward Draz!
Down on his knees forty feet away, Draz wiped blood from his nose with the back of his hand. He felt a strange, fleeting warm sensation deep inside his chest—a faint, distant echo like a giant iron door slamming shut deep within his soul—but he had zero time to think about it. His focus locked entirely on the incoming purple mental sphere tearing through the air!
*I'm not losing here!* Draz's mind roared, his fierce competitive drive igniting like a furnace.
Gritting his teeth through the sharp pain in his shoulder, Draz forced his remaining Thermal and Draconic Urja to channel rapidly through his arms. Remembering the critical advice Alquimme had yelled at him earlier about his loose energy vectors, he tightly compressed his energy into a dense, solid point at the center of his palms.
**"Drago Burst: Solid Vector!"** Draz yelled, thrusting his palms forward!
A concentrated stream of greenish-blue dragon fire, tightly compressed into a laser-thin beam, shot from his hands, slamming straight into the heart of Alquimme's falling Ultimate Psystrike!
*KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
The localized explosion rocked the entire stadium, sending a massive cloud of purple sparks and teal fire soaring up into the reinforced arena ceiling! The sheer shockwave blew both fighters back several feet, their boots scraping heavily against the hot alloy floorboards.
Up in the VIP viewing box, Lam leaned his forearms against the metallic railing, his sharp dark eyes narrowing as he watched the smoke clear from the stage.
"He tightened his vector," Lam observed softly, a small, approving smirk touching his lips. "He actually listened to her criticism mid-fight."
"He's still running on low reserves," Krodh added, his voice calm and stoic once more. "But his stance is far more grounded now."
Down in the ring, the smoke cleared to reveal both fighters still standing, panting heavily, eyes locked onto each other with unrelenting determination. Alquimme held her cracked staff tight, while Draz dropped back into a low, aggressive draconic combat stance.
The cosmic storm had passed, time was synchronized, and down on the mortal stage of planet Anipla, the battle between Draz and Alquimme raged on!