"Take a hit from me!"
Seeing the opponent before him, Zenkichi's blood stirred with excitement. With a surge of power, he descended from above like a blazing meteor, his strike carrying the weight of a mountain.
The dragon warrior dared not clash head-on. He had already felt the terrifying impact of Zenkichi's previous blow, and his body still hadn't fully recovered. To meet such force directly now was unthinkable. Zenkichi's momentum had only grown, his strength magnified several times over.
"The power of ice!"
The Wolf God appeared, entering the battlefield. Without hesitation, he unleashed his magic, spewing a freezing torrent from his jaws. His hands quickly formed a seal, his expression utterly calm, as still as a placid lake. In an instant, that cold power surged toward Zenkichi from behind.
A warning flared in Zenkichi's instincts—his sixth sense screamed of danger. The frigid energy swept across the battlefield, chilling the air and solidifying the atmosphere into crystal ice.
"Fire," he commanded.
The single word left his lips as his hands finished their seal.
Before him, the very air split apart, collapsing into a void that resembled a black hole. From its depths erupted an inferno of roaring flame, surging out with destructive power. Fire and ice collided midair, the clash shaking the heavens as the elements warred with one another.
The dragon warrior, seeing his chance, refused to hesitate. Zenkichi's focus was drawn to the Wolf God—his back was exposed. The dragon's body twisted, his scales separating and reshaping. They fused into a massive, jagged blade that radiated killing intent.
"Go!" he snarled, spitting the word with fury.
The blade launched forward, tearing through the air as if nothing could withstand its edge. Its power was vast, enough to cleave through mountains.
"Two against one? You think that will be enough to defeat me?"
Zenkichi's expression darkened. He had been overwhelming both of these opponents individually—neither the dragon warrior nor the Wolf God had ever triumphed against him in battle. But now, united, they forced him into a temporary disadvantage. His irritation flared.
Without hesitation, he unleashed another ability.
"Shadow Clone Technique!"
From his body emerged another figure, a clone infused with a terrifying aura. Though only a fraction of his strength, it carried sixty percent of his power—still more than enough to stand against either foe.
The clone moved swiftly, turning to meet the incoming blade.
The sword roared forward, its size expanding, its speed unrelenting. In a blur, the clone's hands formed seals, his voice sharp and cold.
"Begone!"
A shimmering barrier burst into existence before him. The dragon's sword crashed down against the shield with earth-shattering force—but it did not break. The protective wall held, deflecting the lethal strike.
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