The school doors creaked open.
A familiar presence stepped through, his aura calm yet burning with newfound intensity.
El Sharkawy, standing at the front of the class, didn't even turn around. He simply smiled.
"I've been waiting for you, kiddo."
The air shifted—the entire school felt it.
Students froze. Papers fluttered. Even the teachers in other classrooms stopped mid-sentence, their instincts screaming at them to flee.
The student grinned, his eyes glowing faintly. "Let's begin."
In an instant—they vanished.
The classroom, the school, even the entire city no longer existed around them.
They now stood in a wasteland. A planet far beyond Earth's solar system, barren, dry, and cracked from battles long past. Jagged mountains lined the horizon, and above them, two suns burned bright in the sky.
El Sharkawy rolled his shoulders, his divine aura shimmering around him like a golden flame. "Let's see how much you've grown."
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The student, his stance firm, exhaled slowly. "I hope you know the name of the first person to rival your power, El Sharkawy."
El Sharkawy smirked. "Stop trying to aura-farm and drop the goddamn name already. The readers are getting bored."
The student clenched his fists. A smirk crept onto his face. "The wha—never mind. Now, my name is EL SOHAGY!"
The air around them shattered.
El Sohagy exploded forward.
His first punch sent a sonic boom rippling through the wasteland. El Sharkawy tilted his head, dodging effortlessly, but the sheer force of the punch cracked the ground behind him.
BOOM!
El Sharkawy countered with a palm strike, the pressure alone sending El Sohagy skidding back.
The student grinned.
Without hesitation, he kicked off the ground, launching himself forward, delivering a flurry of
strikes. El Sharkawy deflected them with one hand, his expression unreadable, his movements precise.
El Sohagy suddenly vanished.
Reappearing above El Sharkawy, he swung downward with a burning fist. The ground beneath them quaked as the impact sent out a shockwave. El Sharkawy blocked the attack with his forearm, but the force sent him back a few steps.
He smiled. "You're faster."
El Sohagy’s aura flared. "And stronger."
El Sharkawy nodded. "But not enough."
Before El Sohagy could react, El Sharkawy disappeared.
A split second later, a fist crashed into his stomach.
The shockwave from the punch was so strong that the clouds above split apart. The impact sent El Sohagy flying back, skidding across the wasteland, tearing through mountains.
He coughed, dusting himself off. His hands trembled.
El Sharkawy stood still, arms crossed. "You're holding back."
El Sohagy wiped the blood from his lip. "Guess I have no choice, then..."
His aura ignited—red flames bursting from his body. The ground beneath him melted from the sheer heat.
El Sharkawy raised an eyebrow. "So, you've mastered it?"
El Sohagy's eyes burned like embers. "Every time I activate this, I feel like I am reborn."
El Sharkawy's smirk faded. "Then let's see it."
And then—they clashed again.
