Asher took the hit to the jaw and flew back, skidding to a stop. He quickly hopped back up onto his feet, blocking the barrage of punches from Spina as best he could. Spina was no doubt far stronger, so the youngster took some damage, despite blocking.
Damn, this guy hits like a truck… If I didn’t block his blows, I’d be in a lot of trouble.
Asher watched Vortex Man unleash his attack on Spina, quickly going into a stance that was all too familiar to the Breakers. His hands began to glow a wispy pink aura, occasionally switching to rainbow. He rushed towards Spina and slammed his palm on Spina’s chest while he was trapped from Vortex Man’s Miracle Punch.
“Tiger Palm!”
A burst of energy escaped from Spina’s back as Asher forced a burst of energy into Spina’s chest. It wasn’t anything like Cuki’s hits, and not even close to Zenta, but it caused Spina to jolt in pain and a slow numbing sensation followed. Asher continued to jab his palm on Spina while he was stuck. The youngster turned to Vortex Man, giving him a bright and confident smile.
“Aha! I’m fine, totally fine! We got this guy on the ropes! Quick, let’s push him out!”
“My purpose…?” Avalon said quietly to himself as he stared at Lucifer. “I’m not trying to be a leader! I just… want to help the Breakers! I’m not tryin’ to—!”
Avalon’s attention quickly turned to the mass number of people Lucifer summoned. Some people instantly fell off the arena while others were shoved off. The sheer amount of people cluttering the arena shoved and pushed Avalon about. He was caught between random people, eyes widening as Lucifer announced him as his opponent.
The Breakers respect me… right? I’m just trying to help…! I’ll show Lucifer! If I tap into Divine State again, then maybe I’ll be able to help the Breakers…!
However, before Avalon could do or say anything else, he felt a terrible pressure coming from behind him. The pressure was strong enough to send the weaker foes to the ground with ease, pinning them there. When he turned around, he saw people flying off the stage in massive numbers. In the middle of it all was Zenta…
W-What the…?!
“Lucifer Morningstaaaaaaar!” Zenta hissed with a sinister smirk.
Zenta remained still, the sheer amount of energy he was giving off was pushing people away from him. Every step he took, every twitch, people flew out of his direction. Those who were not easily flung out were frozen with fear or forced to the ground from the immense pressure of his energy weighting down on them.
The beast slapped his hands together, focusing his energy in the center of his palms. When he separated his hands, the energy morphed and became visible, almost solidifying as Zenta pulled it apart, playing with it like clay. He clasped the energy with both hands and stretched it rapidly, forming a wisp-like staff broken in three parts.
“Triple Dragon Staff, Sukon’sa!”
Zenta shouted enthusiastically as he dashed through the enormous wave of people towards Lucifer and Avalon. The Sukon’sa waved elegantly, flinging hordes of people into the air with one swing, already unconscious. As they appeared in the bleachers, each person had a wound on either their forehead or chest, precisely aimed to render them useless in one single hit.
“Whoa, whoa…! Zenta! Chill! Chill…! Stop!” Avalon gasped, seeing a more feral side to Zenta until his attention was caught by the sun being blocked out by Roya’s massive club lifting into the air. “Oh crap…!”
However, before Avalon could see the damage Roya was going to do, he saw the giant club shatter and Roya’s body fly past him. Her body flew out of bound from the arena, slamming directly through the bleachers, past Spider Chaos, Omegamon, and Turles, and onto the wall behind them, leaving the imprint of her body. Roya was still stuck in the position of swinging her club, unconscious before she even knew what attacked her. On her chest was a single, precise wound, while her shirt from behind was shredded, implying that a surge of energy blasted through Roya in an instant. On her side, there was a dent on her ribs from a staff hitting her.
As smoke and dust covered the arena, Zenta’s silhouette was walking through the rubble, playfully swinging his staff without a care, humming a cheerful tune. Once the rubble and dust settled, Zenta stood nonchalantly a couple of meters away from Avalon and Lucifer Morningstar. Avalon stared at Zenta, who simply smiled. Saliva dripped from Zenta’s smile as he bared his canines in a terrifying grin.
Avalon nearly froze where he stood as Zenta faced his direction, yet, stared right through him… Is that… Zenta…? W-What's wrong with him?!
“Ah, why, hello, Lucifer Morningstar. This game you’ve created, or rather, enhanced, is quite fun…” Zenta said casually as he walked towards Lucifer and Avalon. Zenta smirked, opening and closing his fist. “I feel a little different… Is that your doing? I must say, you have outdone yourself, Lucifer Morningstar…!”
