"Don't give up, no matter what…" Miyamoto muttered in his thoughts, his expression hard as stone.
In an instant, Alaska vanished with Switch Mode, appearing directly in front of him like a golden flash. Without hesitation, Miyamoto swung both swords in a fierce cross-slash, forcing Alaska to intercept with his own twin blades.
The two collided in a storm of steel— a sword duel faster than light itself. Both warriors blurred in and out of existence, teleporting, striking, and clashing. Each impact cracked the air, producing flashes like thunderbolts tearing across the sky.
Alaska suddenly spun midair, his scales igniting with golden Renshi. From them, he formed a massive spinning wheel of blades and hurled it forward.
The suddenness of the attack caught Miyamoto off guard. His instincts saved him—he raised his swords just in time to block. The impact smashed into him, sending him crashing into the earth below. The ground split apart under the force, tremors shattering the land into giant craters.
"Not bad," Alaska muttered with a grin. He spread his arms wide— millions of scale-forged arrows materialized around him like a rainstorm of death. With a command, they shot downward in a relentless volley.
Miyamoto rose from the dust, his body already in motion. He switched locations again and again, dodging and deflecting as countless arrows tore apart the skies around him. The town behind them was left in ruins as their battle spilled further out, devastation trailing in their wake.
Miyamoto stabbed his sword deep into the ground, Renshi pouring from the blade. The earth quaked violently—then erupted. Giant slabs of rock tore free from the ground, hovering in the air under his control. With a flick of his hand, he turned them into both shields and weapons, colliding with the rain of arrows.
Switching from one rock platform to another, Miyamoto closed the distance toward Alaska. His blades slashed out, aiming for a decisive strike. But Alaska was encased in a swirling barrier—his arrows circled him like a shield field, blocking Miyamoto's path with blinding speed.
The two warriors pushed each other to extremes. Alaska unleashed wave after wave of arrows, while Miyamoto leapt from floating stone to stone, blocking blind-side shots with earth walls he manipulated to move automatically.
Miyamoto's eyes narrowed. His technique wasn't just about control— it was timing itself. Rocks shifted in exact patterns, moving precisely when needed, striking and defending at the perfect moment.
"If that's how you want it… then I'll fight you the same way," Miyamoto growled.
He switched higher into the air, twin swords glowing as his two sword turned sky blue, exuding a freezing Renshi aura. He swung through the swirling arrows—each one instantly froze solid, suspended midair. With a sharp kick, he shattered the frozen wall of projectiles into shards.
Bursting through, he aimed to cleave Alaska's head. But Alaska switched away at the last heartbeat, escaping the icy trap.
"Just as expected of you, Miyamoto!" Alaska roared with a wicked grin. "Always hiding something up your sleeve. Fine then—give me your best shot!"
They clashed again, their swords ringing like roaring thunder. This time Miyamoto poured his entire Renshi into the ice element, strengthening his blades beyond their natural limits. Every strike sent shockwaves through the sky.
Alaska answered in kind—thousands of scale-forged swords appeared around him, storming Miyamoto from every direction while he still pressed forward with his twin blades. Miyamoto countered by splitting his floating earth into countless fragments, sending them swarming like a storm of stone to intercept the incoming blades.
The battlefield turned into chaos—steel, rock, and light colliding in an apocalyptic storm.
Alaska retreated with Switch Mode, putting distance between them. He raised his weapon—his sword growing larger and larger, scales layering upon it until it glowed with golden brilliance.
"This attack will end it all, Miyamoto!" Alaska roared, his smaller swords still dueling Miyamoto's defenses.
Miyamoto switched back, planting his feet on a floating earth shard, both swords firm in his hands. His jaw tightened. This isn't an ordinary strike. If I don't go all out… I won't survive this.
Alaska's weapon flared gold, a radiant circle forming at its tip, glowing like the sun itself. "GOLDEN PIERCE!" he thundered, thrusting his blade forward. A tidal wave of golden Renshi erupted from the circle, a beam like a divine spear tearing through the heavens.
Miyamoto crossed his swords, light surging from them, his voice echoing with unshakable will:
"ABSOLUTE ERASE!"
From his blades, a flood of pure light Renshi exploded outward.
The two attacks met. Golden darkness clashed against blinding light, the collision shaking the entire country. A shockwave burst across the land, sending tremors through kingdoms miles away. The skies split, air shattered, and even distant mountains quaked.
The flood of light began to overwhelm Alaska's golden dark Renshi. Miyamoto's Absolute Erase, pure and unyielding, devoured the attack, pushing it back with unstoppable force.
For the first time, Alaska's grin faltered.