Suddenly, Tyranitar stomped the ground and let out a fierce roar. That roar caused the On energy forming the beam to falter, shrinking and weakening its power for a moment.
Tyranitar's skill Roar, had this effect. After being enhanced multiple times by his Dragon Dance technique, Tyranitar's entire body was now glowing brilliantly, and his aura had surged dramatically. One moment he was standing there, and the next, he vanished into thin air, leaving only traces of sand on the ground.
Almost instantly, Tyranitar reappeared right in front of the beam, ready for battle. While his speed hadn't been remarkable before, his immense strength combined with Dragon Dance's speed boost now allowed him to teleport almost instantly by stomping hard on the ground.
Tyranitar faced the "Baisha" beam with a fierce, beast-like expression. His body was covered in countless grains of yellow sand, and waves of dark and crimson light radiated from him. In an instant, the violent black energy around him formed a terrifying image in the sky, a demonic face.
This was Tyranitar's move: Scary Face!
The giant, illusory face hovered in the air, and everyone with Nen abilities who saw it instantly held their breath, their pupils involuntarily shrinking. This was the power of the Scary Face, it struck fear deep into the hearts of those who saw it, slowing their reactions significantly.
Even Jed was clearly affected. Rakshasa's hands were releasing a steady stream of On, but under the Scary Face's influence, the flow of On faltered for a moment, interrupting the continuous release.
Gathering his aura, performing a dragon dance, letting out loud roars, and wearing that terrifying grimace, these were just the warm-up. The real show was about to begin.
Today's battle would forever etch Tyranitar's image into the minds of every nen users who witnessed it, proving once and for all that the name Desert Tyrant was no empty title.
Tyranitar condensed two clusters of intense, dark aura simultaneously in his left and right hands, thoughts even darker than mere On. With Tyranitar's combined strength, two razor-sharp claws, far tougher than steel, suddenly tore through the Baisha without mercy.
While the Pokemon's move were smaller in size compared to the baisha attacks they packed more concentrated power. The attack covered a wide area but lacked focus, causing their strength to scatter. Tyranitar's concentrated force easily shattered them.
With a wild dance of his attacks and swings of his massive, steel-covered mouth now veiled in dark spirit energy, his already terrifying face took on an even more fearsome look. His scarlet eyes and the black aura gave him the appearance of a demon crawling out of hell. This giant mouth was capable of biting through anything, and in Tyranitar's eyes, nothing was safe.
Suddenly, stone blades formed and spun rapidly around him in a counterclockwise circle, a sharp stone attack typical of rock-type skills. In the real world, this wasn't some game; Tyranitar's strength allowed him to wield multiple powerful moves simultaneously. His display was far more frightening than even Rakshasa's.
At this point, Tyranitar seemed more like the embodiment of a Rakshasa than the "Hundred Demons Rakshasa" itself. Facing Jed, Larry showed great respect. Even though he didn't need to use so many moves, he matched Jed's effort move for move.
In the eyes of onlookers, Tyranitar looked like a demon god descending, each breath releasing a column of white smoke. His metallic body, now coated in a dark aura, still shimmered with a bright black glow visible even at night.
Netero's eyes widened in disbelief, 'had he really torn away the very essence of On?'
As an old man who had lived over a hundred years and traveled to the Dark Continent, few things could truly shock him. But after meeting Larry, moments like this became far more common.
When he first met Tyranitar during the Hunter Exam and later sensed the five distinct auras at the New Top Five meeting, Netero was always taken aback. He felt a natural connection to Tyranitar, it was the same fierce beast he had battled before.
Initially, he expected Tyranitar to rely on the familiar green barrier technique he had used against Larry's previously. But to his surprise, Tyranitar didn't dodge or defend; instead, he charged straight at him with full force. This shocked Netero as well, and from the moment Tyranitar appeared, he sensed something was off, his aura seemed even stronger than when they first fought.
"Take this! Jed!" The wind whipped through Larry's unruly hair as he shouted, ready to face the demon-like Tyranitar advancing step by step.
Jed's attack flowed like a gentle stream, but Tyranitar easily blocked each strike. Jed's eyes reflected a storm of emotions, eventually settling into a deep sigh. That single breath carried all his feelings, regret, frustration, and acceptance.
Suddenly, Tyranitar was upon him, unleashing a relentless flurry of attacks that fell like raindrops, biting, swinging wildly, striking with sharp stones. The massive Rakshasa didn't need precise aim; its sheer power caused devastating damage with every careless swing. A brilliant flash of light signaled the destruction of Jed's consciousness .
Boom!"
The explosive clash between the Baisha and Tyranitar was like a missile detonating. Dust and gravel scattered in all directions, whipped up by a hurricane-strength wind that only grew fiercer.
Gon and the others were forced to the ground by the relentless blast. Channeling a surge of aura, he dug his hands and feet into the earth to steady himself.
Even Hisoka, usually so composed, lost his usual grace in the face of this aftermath. Half-crawling, he faced a barrier, a tangled "gum" wall of countless playing cards and concentrated aura. His captivating eyes locked onto the battlefield, especially focusing on Tyranitar, whose raw power and beauty radiated unmistakably.
Ging was incredibly grateful that Larry had only threatened him with his aura instead of unleashing the beast directly. If that had happened in the underground tunnel, he probably would have died on the spot. Right now, even the gentle wind outside seemed to have turned violent, ruthlessly invading everything in its path.
Gon and the others were too stunned to speak, any slight opening of their mouths would let in the fierce wind. It was strong enough to damage their throats and mouths if they weren't careful. This wasn't just ordinary wind; it carried countless dust particles and gravel, making it more like a raging rock storm.
Meanwhile, in the online world, Ickshonpe watched the battle scene intently. "Are you leaving now?" he asked curiously, eyes glued to the screen.
Battles like the one between Larry and Jed were rare, something you might only see once in a century. The scale of their fight rivaled Hollywood blockbusters from Earth, and Ickshonpe was loving every second of it. He didn't want to miss a single moment, even recording it so he could watch it over and over later.
Just then, Ging's voice came from behind him. "Teleport me back. The dust has settled." On the screen, the scene showed Rakshasa disappearing.
"Looks like it's over," Ickshonpe said. "If you can't handle an attack like that, his strength really is impressive." Ickshonpe nodded enthusiastically, and the abstract head beside him seemed to nod as well.