The wasteland was already in ruins, but neither warrior paid it any mind. Their battle had escalated past the destruction of mere landscapes—they were tearing through reality itself.
El Sharkawy, his golden divine form radiating an aura of absolute control, stared down his
student-turned-rival. His stance was effortless, yet his power weighed upon the battlefield like a celestial force.
El Sohagy, a molten titan, stood with his lava-coated arms crossed. His blazing aura twisted the air, sending spirals of superheated wind in all directions.
Their eyes met.
Their final clash had begun.
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A single step.
And in that instant—
They vanished.
The world exploded as their attacks connected.
Fist met fist. Energy met energy.
Each strike sent shockwaves rippling across the planet, warping the very fabric of time and space. The echoes of their power shattered distant moons and cracked the sky like fragile glass.
El Sohagy ducked a golden-tinged punch, countering with a devastating uppercut of molten fury.
El Sharkawy barely tilted his head, dodging by mere inches before delivering a precise palm strike to the chest.
The impact sent El Sohagy crashing through a mountain range, his molten form carving a trail of destruction in his wake.
But before the dust could settle—
El Sohagy reappeared midair.
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His hands came together—a sphere of crimson inferno forming between them.
"HELLFIRE CANNON!"
The attack roared to life, a searing beam of condensed planetary heat engulfing the battlefield.
El Sharkawy didn’t move.
Then—
He raised a single hand.
And the Hellfire Cannon bent around him, as if afraid to touch his divine presence.
With a flick of his wrist, the entire blast dissipated into golden particles.
El Sohagy’s molten eyes widened.
"You... absorbed it?!"
El Sharkawy’s lips curled into the faintest smirk. "You’re going to have to do better than that."
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The battle intensified.
El Sohagy unleashed torrents of lava, manipulating the planet itself as volcanic eruptions followed his every movement.
El Sharkawy countered with absolute precision. He weaved through the inferno, using raw technique to deflect, redirect, and dismantle every attack with effortless grace.
Then, with a single step, he closed the distance.
His fist, charged with divine golden light, collided with El Sohagy’s molten chest.
The shockwave shattered the entire planet’s surface.
For a brief moment, everything was silent.
Then—
BOOM.
El Sohagy rocketed backward, his body skipping across the atmosphere like a meteor before finally regaining control. His molten form dimmed slightly, his energy draining.
He let out a heavy breath. "Damn… you really are built different."
El Sharkawy cracked his knuckles. "You’re holding back. Stop wasting my time."
El Sohagy clenched his fists. His aura flared violently, shaking the entire solar system.
"Fine. Let’s end this."
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Both warriors floated into the sky, staring each other down.
Their final attacks were coming.
El Sharkawy extended both hands, golden energy spiraling around him. The air itself hummed with divine power, forming a sphere of condensed destruction between his palms.
El Sohagy did the same, his molten flames erupting into a condensed core of burning plasma. His attack pulsed with planetary annihilation.
The entire universe seemed to hold its breath.
Then—
They fired.
Golden radiance clashed with blazing crimson hellfire.
The two beams collided, twisting together into a yin-yang vortex of destruction.
The sheer force tore through time, creating rifts into alternate realities. Matter itself unraveled, the battle now beyond mortal comprehension.
For what felt like an eternity, they pushed against each other—
Until finally—
A blinding explosion engulfed the battlefield, consuming everything in a sea of golden and crimson energy.
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When the light faded, both warriors stood motionless.
Their divine forms had vanished.
Their auras exhausted.
El Sohagy wiped his face, letting out a small laugh.
"No hard feelings, old man."
El Sharkawy exhaled, his usual calm expression returning. "We need to grow together. One day, we’ll have a rematch. And I will win."
El Sohagy smirked. "You speak like you forgot what the writer said in Chapter One of this part— humble teacher my ass."
El Sharkawy chuckled, shaking his head.
With that, the two warriors turned away, returning to their normal lives—
—knowing that this was only the beginning.
