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He disappeared instantly as the crowd screamed in excitement.

It was finally time for some martial arts !.

Jang charged in almost immediately with his palms stretched forward.

'A palm technique….' Louis thought as he skillfully dodged his incoming barrage of attacks one after the other.

Jang stretched his right hand forward in an attempt to hit his face while Louis took a step back and tilted his head dodging the attack by a hair's breadth.

Jang suddenly squeezed his right arm into a fist and the air compressed causing a force that slammed Louis on his face and blew him some few meters away.

"....." Louis stared at Jang. The light slowly fading away from his eyes. "...you must be seeking death". he said with a hushed tone.

"...death ? and you think you are worthy enough to give me death ?" Jang asked, his tone sounding as haughty as the expression he made.

"I won't be like you. I won't give my win to the weak".

He charged forward with a considerable large force blasting the air in the process as he aimed a punch at him.

'fist techniques now ?'. Louis thought barely dodging an attack when another came almost immediately.

" A stream of flowing River !" Jang cried out as he swirled while throwing his fists at a rhythmic movement aimed at Louis at his joints.

"Tigers fury".

The attacks were precise and momentous as each attack led to an increase in the strength of the other.

They clashed fists together, Louis simply trying to channel the force of the attack away from him and he was doing quite nicely since each time he deflected a punch, an air force would be emitted causing part of the ground to compress due to the force.

"Is this all you have ?!" Louis muttered with a strained groan as an attack breezed his face causing a cut and an explosion of compressed air.

The explosion slammed his face to the side. an attack that should have cut his head off.

"What ?! done talking ?!" Jang asked, his expression growing more confident as he swirled around, ready to kick him

His attack missed Louis completely, only passing through a red mist.

"Tsk". he cursed under his breath as he slammed his hands together.

He watched the previous battle and he was well aware of how dangerous it was to have Louis out of your sight. He didn't need a second more to cut you down and maybe another second if he wasn't planning on cutting you down.

The air compressed around him as a white aura surged out of his body in little bits.

"Oh…the legendary Ki". Gilda muttered in amazement as she watched the battle with great intent.

Raph glanced at her and chuckled. Even in his past life, no one was able to understand the concept of Ki.

Though, it was a power meant for those that could harness neither aura nor mana.
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Quite frankly. It was a power meant for the weak but yet it became their strongest ally and that power quickly grew to be one of the mightiest.

The white energy that exuded from him had a brilliance to it. He looked around while his palm was still clasped together hoping to gain a clue on where next he might appear.

"you're smart…." The voice echoed in his ear, his eyes bulging open as he turned to his left side. "though not smart enough.."

Louis appeared, magnificently with a red scythe aimed for Jang's head and a red blood aura with it.

His sadistic smile always left an imprint on those he had attacked all this while. it spelt death for most people and maybe danger for a few but Jang knew what it meant and he had prepared beforehand.

"3rd step of the Raging Dragon Fists ! Rising tidal wave!". He spun his arms around and the propulsion of the wind surged around him acting as a shield of some kind. The scythe was blown back as soon as it struck the wind causing Louis to lose balance in the air and the sound of metal cracking could be clearly heard.

"you might have to do better than that". Jang muttered as he charged forward, his white Ki surging through his body and wrapping his arms in a white warmth.

He jumped into the air and threw his fist down in an attempt to slam him back to the ground only for his fist to pass through red dust.

"....Tsk". Jang cursed as he landed on the ground with a small explosion causing a wide crater.

"....you're more than I expected…" Louis said as he reappeared a safe distance away from Jang.

"Did you get scared and run away ?" Jang asked, ignoring his question as a smirk grew from the corner of his lips. "Come….I shall amend that haughty attitude of yours" He said as he positioned his body in a stance.

His right arm stretched out and his left hand rested just below his waist in a curled fist.

His expression was tense but in that moment, a splinter of excitement was in his eyes. It felt good finally laying off some steam right after watching Raph's battles.

I'm sure he thought of finishing the battle with not a single injury to prove his superiority but….Louis was never gonna make it easy for him.

"....you're more dumb than I thought….you my friend. are the haughty one…".

He suddenly dispersed into red dust as five scythes appeared from the fog.

He charged at Jang instantaneously. A speed too impossible to see with the naked eyes, appearing behind Jang as he grabbed a scythe from the floating ones and aimed it at him.

Jang turned at the same time, holding out his fists. "4th step of the Raging Dragon Fists! Bloody dragon fists". His ki turned into a bloody red mist as it formed the solid image of a dragon that danced around his arms to his fists.

It caused a Sonic explosion when it came in contact with the scythe and followed by a loud explosion of air as the red dragons smashed the scythe and blew Louis away.

He coughed out blood as he dragged his fists in the ground in a desperate attempt to stop himself from moving further towards the walls.

" 4th step of the Mythic Swan Diamond Feet ! Hollow Swan". Jang's voice sounded like a warning siren in his ears as he struggled to maintain his balance after stopping himself.

"Did you think I would let you go ?!" Jang muttered, his voice coarse and cracked as he appeared in front of Louis in the blink of an eye.

Louis could only furrow his brow and bite his lip as a heavy blow wrapped in white ki smashed across his face.

He groaned as a loud whine sound echoed in his right ear followed by a stinging pain.

He felt the force of the punch push his body away but he was stopped before his feet could even lift up from the ground.

He heard another loud whine sound like a TV that had been quickly turned off echo in his ears and followed by the stinging pain as his face was forced in the opposite direction with a wrinkled expression and bloody filled eyes.

He felt another blow to his chin and the tinnitus only increased as he felt his soul float above his body. The white color of his eyes began to show more evidently as the last punch blew him towards the walls of the Arena.

The congregation must have thought the fight was over after witnessing the sound of the blow he had inflicted on Louis but even at that, Louis refused to give in.

His body dissipated into a red mist leaving just the propulsion of the wind to cause a deep crater in the wall.

Jang clicked his tongue as he resumed his initial stance. His fists curled tightly as his hair stood on end.

it felt like he could feel it all. The moisture in the air, the strength of the wind, the warm embrace of the sun as the screams and cheers from the audience began to dim spontaneously as he focused on that feeling and once again the air began to pulsate around him as his White ki emitted from every corner of his body.

"Didn't I tell you already, you rat…". He muttered under his breath as his gaze shifted continuously in an attempt to search for him.

"...and didnt I tell you as well".

The sound of Louis' voice sent a shiver down his spine as he turned around. 'How ?!'.

His eyes bulged open and his brows furrowed as he watched Louis slowly aim a dagger at him. He had appeared from his blind spot once again, unnoticed…like a ghost.

"This is it Jang". Louis muttered under his breath, his murderous intensity glowing bright and red.

"...you don't get to decide that, Louis".

Jang replied with an even sharper gaze.

Time was ticking and the intensity of the fight grew sharply like a fire set in a dry forest. Was this truly the end of the Martial Arts Jang ?.