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Chapter 4: The Warrior of the Spear
The silence broke like glass.
The tension between Kauã and the hooded warrior was palpable. Both were immovable, like two ancestral forces that recognize themselves… not as enemies, but as predators.
The unknown turned his spear with millimeter accuracy. It vibrated with latent energy - ** not magic, but forged in pure technique **, a gun made to tear gods and monsters.
- "My name is ** Raiken **, the last of the Iron Trail." His eyes shone with deadly calm. - "And I came to take your head, Valdhar."
Kauã stepped forward, his feet making the earth shake. Without withdrawing any weapons, he answered with a slight smile.
- "Then die trying."
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The clash started.
Raiken was fast, his spear style was a brutal and elegant dance, like the roar of a mountain -cutting storm. Kauã, with naked hands, blocked each blow with arms strengthened by the genetics of the titans that made him.
When Raiken pierced the air with a spiral blow, Kauã deflected by millimeters - and responded with a punch that broke the rock behind the warrior like glass.
But Raiken was not any soldier. He bled… and smiled.
- "You strengthen yourself, don't you? What if I'm the only one you can't defeat?"
Kauã jumped. The struggle intensified - ** fire against thunder, a technique against gross power. ** The soil broke, trees were thrown into the sky, and the sound of combat echoed for miles.
---
** After hours **, both were panting, bloody… but standing.
"You are worthy," Kauã murmured, his eyes burning with living lava. "With every blow of yours, my soul grows. Even if it does not kill ... I evolve."
And right now, ** Reikon no Kōrin ** began to shine stronger. His body burned down in Aura Viva. The muscles have become even denser. Your mind - sharper.
Raiken fell to his knees, exhausted, laughing.
- "If I die, let it be like a sacrifice for something greater ... that the gods fear you, Kauã."
Kauã, with respect, broke his neck with a single precise blow.
The silence broke like glass.
The tension between Kauã and the hooded warrior was palpable. Both were immovable, like two ancestral forces that recognize themselves… not as enemies, but as predators.
The unknown turned his spear with millimeter accuracy. It vibrated with latent energy - ** not magic, but forged in pure technique **, a gun made to tear gods and monsters.
- "My name is ** Raiken **, the last of the Iron Trail." His eyes shone with deadly calm. - "And I came to take your head, Valdhar."
Kauã stepped forward, his feet making the earth shake. Without withdrawing any weapons, he answered with a slight smile.
- "Then die trying."
---
The clash started.
Raiken was fast, his spear style was a brutal and elegant dance, like the roar of a mountain -cutting storm. Kauã, with naked hands, blocked each blow with arms strengthened by the genetics of the titans that made him.
When Raiken pierced the air with a spiral blow, Kauã deflected by millimeters - and responded with a punch that broke the rock behind the warrior like glass.
But Raiken was not any soldier. He bled… and smiled.
- "You strengthen yourself, don't you? What if I'm the only one you can't defeat?"
Kauã jumped. The struggle intensified - ** fire against thunder, a technique against gross power. ** The soil broke, trees were thrown into the sky, and the sound of combat echoed for miles.
---
** After hours **, both were panting, bloody… but standing.
"You are worthy," Kauã murmured, his eyes burning with living lava. "With every blow of yours, my soul grows. Even if it does not kill ... I evolve."
And right now, ** Reikon no Kōrin ** began to shine stronger. His body burned down in Aura Viva. The muscles have become even denser. Your mind - sharper.
Raiken fell to his knees, exhausted, laughing.
- "If I die, let it be like a sacrifice for something greater ... that the gods fear you, Kauã."
Kauã, with respect, broke his neck with a single precise blow.