The Fake Boss closed his eyes.

  For a moment, everything was still.

  Then—his power erupted.

  ULTRA INSTINCT.

  His body moved on its own, dodging their every strike with effortless grace.

  ULTRA EGO.

  Each hit he landed grew stronger, fueled by the thrill of battle.

  El Sharkawy lunged forward, throwing a perfect palm strike aimed at the Fake Boss’s chest.

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  He missed.

  Before he could react, a devastating kick sent him flying across The Void.

  El Sohagy’s fists ignited with molten fire as he launched a blazing barrage of punches.

  None of them connected.

  The Fake Boss danced between the attacks, his movements effortless, his counters brutal.

  Then—a single punch.

  El Sohagy felt his ribs shatter as he was sent crashing into the abyss.

  The two warriors struggled to stand.

  They were getting destroyed.

  El Sharkawy gritted his teeth. "We need to retreat."

  El Sohagy’s eyes widened. "What?!"

  El Sharkawy locked eyes with him.

  And in that moment, El Sohagy understood.

  Without hesitation, El Sharkawy vanished.

  El Sohagy took a deep breath, facing the Fake Boss alone.

  "Alright then," he smirked, wiping blood from his lip. "Let’s see how long I can last."