Neraxis turned sharply, his hands blazing with immense VF output, each pulse of energy warping the air around him.
THUD! His fist crashed into Ishihara, slamming him unconscious against a wall.
"Who wants a piece of me?" Neraxis roared, his voice carrying a maniacal edge over the battlefield.
But beneath the chaos, signs of fatigue crept across him—slight tremors in his limbs, a flicker of strain in his eyes.
From above, Toura Oni descended, her stick glinting under the fractured sunlight.
"Me!" she muttered, charging forward.
Neraxis sidestepped effortlessly, countering with a punch that collided with her face. THUD! She crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Before he could fully turn, Toya struck from behind, slashing fiercely. Neraxis dodged, but mirror shards tore through Toya's arm, blood pouring like molten red. He screamed in agony, clutching the wound.
In a split second, Yura erupted with another yellow dash, slamming into Neraxis' side. ZZNGH! THUD! The force sent him staggering, even as he laughed at the chaos and pain echoing across the battlefield.
Neraxis leapt into the air, descending toward Yura with maniacal laughter, fists poised to crush. The ground beneath cracked under his weight, forcing Yura to retreat several steps. Neraxis lashed out again, but Yura evaded expertly, landing a yellow dash kick that twisted Neraxis' jaw violently, sending him crashing through buildings.
Regaining his footing, Neraxis' eyes darted across the battlefield. He could feel Yura's presence, but the boy was elusive.
A faint, taunting voice echoed in his ear:
"Behind you."
ZZNGH! THUD! Yura struck again, yellow dash connecting with blinding precision.
The battlefield shook with each collision, rubble raining down, the air thick with smoke and dust. Chaos reigned supreme as Neraxis, the apex predator, now faced the relentless fury of those who refused to yield.