Across the dimensional void, far beyond the physical galaxy of the Tournament Stadium, sat the vast, jagged cosmic realm of Colex-5411025. Floating high above the dark obsidian spires of Colex-5411025, THE 5 ARMED MAN stood before a massive, pulsating dimensional viewing pool.
All five of his heavily armored arms twitched in raw disbelief as the live magical feed reflected the chaotic brawl happening in the arena below. His glowing crimson eyes widened, four of his arms gesturing frantically at the screen while the fifth gripped his massive cosmic cleaver.
"Ok ok ok ok ok!" THE 5 ARMED MAN shouted into the echoing obsidian halls of Colex-5411025. "There are too many fists at once! Many means many fists at once in a single battle! Ok... a fight of same years childs and wrestlers!"
Down on the destroyed floor of the Tournament Stadium, neither ten-year-old warrior cared about dimensional spectators. The entire stage had been reduced to a shattered basin of glowing, pulverized bedrock and floating metallic dust. The atmospheric pressure inside the crater was heavy, smelling of ozone, flash-frozen vapor, and intense thermal heat.
There were no swords. There were no magic staffs. There were no long-range defensive barriers.
There was only one rule left: NO FIGHT WITHOUT FISTS.
Asadullah stood in his torn combat pants and black undershirt, his boots planted deep into the stone, his knuckles wrapped in frayed, smoking spirit-cloth. Opposite him stood Dunga, his red combat shorts scorched, his chest covered in minor training scars, his bare knuckles glowing with kinetic intensity.
"ASADULLAH!" Dunga roared, launching himself across the crater floor like an artillery shell.
"DUNGA!" Asadullah bellowed, sprinting forward with equal velocity!
They met dead-center in the ruined crater, closing thirty meters in a fraction of a microsecond!
Asadullah pulled his right arm back to his waist, instantly shifting his internal Urja core into sub-zero channels. The moisture in the air around his hand froze instantly into razor-sharp blue-white frost crystals!
**ICE PUNCH (INTHERMAL TYPE)!**
Dunga didn't dodge or back away. He welcomed the incoming strike, instantly shifting his own energy into incandescent heat. Roaring flames engulfed his right fist, turning his skin crimson-red!
**FIRE PUNCH (THERMAL TYPE)!**
*KABOOOOOOOM!*
Asadullah's Ice Punch collided directly against Dunga's Fire Punch! The clash generated a violent thermal explosion, sending superheated steam and sharp ice fragments blasting across fifty meters in every direction! Frost covered Dunga's wrist while flames scorched Asadullah's forearm, but neither boy yielded an inch!
"Not enough!" Dunga shouted through his gritted teeth. Shifting his internal channels, he pulled his left hand back and gathered sub-zero frost around his knuckles!
**ICE PUNCH (INTHERMAL TYPE)!**
Dunga drove his frost-infused left hook straight for Asadullah's ribs!
Asadullah's combat instincts flared. Matching Dunga's energy shift speed for speed, Asadullah ignited his left fist with a roaring blast of solar heat!
**FIRE PUNCH (THERMAL TYPE)!**
*CRASH-BOOM!*
Asadullah's Fire Punch slammed directly into Dunga's incoming Ice Punch mid-flight! A second thermal shockwave erupted beneath their boots, dropping both fighters another three feet into the pulverized bedrock!
Without taking a breath to recover, both ten-year-old brawlers locked eyes and dropped into deep, heavy power stances.
Asadullah pulled both elbows back to his ribs. His physical aura exploded upward, expanding into hundreds of glowing golden afterimages of clenched hands!
**1000 FISTS (BRAWL TYPE)!**
Dunga's eyes gleamed with matching martial fury. He locked his hips, his arms becoming a blinding blur of continuous motion as high-density physical energy mirrored the exact same barrage!
**1000 FISTS (BRAWL TYPE)!**
*RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!*
What followed was a storm of raw kinetic violence unprecedented in the tournament! Instead of two young boys throwing punches, it appeared as though two massive walls of solid steel knuckles were colliding in mid-air at speeds exceeding sound! Thousands of strikes rained down every single second—fist meeting fist, knuckle clashing against knuckle, impact shattering against impact!
The sheer density of the strikes turned the surrounding air inside the crater into a glowing vacuum! Shockwaves stacked on top of shockwaves, creating a continuous, deafening sonic boom that shattered the remaining outer stadium walls into fine powder!
High up in Colex-5411025, THE 5 ARMED MAN slammed all five of his heavy gauntlets onto the stone balcony railing in complete shock!
"Look at that!" THE 5 ARMED MAN shouted across Colex-5411025, pointing four arms at the viewing pool. "Hundreds, thousands of fists raining down at once! It's an endless wall of knuckles! How can two ten-year-old brawlers throw that many punches without breaking their wrists?!"
Down in the crater, the 1000 FISTS exchange reached its absolute peak, the explosive kinetic recoil driving both Asadullah and Dunga backward by five meters!
"TAKE THIS, DUNGA!" Asadullah screamed, thrusting his left hand into the stone floor to anchor his momentum. He surged his physical Urja core to its maximum threshold, his right arm swelling with heavy, golden kinetic mass!
**MEGA PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!**
The heavy-weight strike tore through the atmosphere, carrying the raw kinetic weight of a falling mountain straight toward Dunga's chest!
Dunga stomped his lead foot down, shattering the bedrock beneath him, and pulled his own right arm back, gathering an identical density of heavy physical mass!
**MEGA PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!**
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
The collision of twin Mega Punches felt as if the sky itself had ruptured! The acoustic force of the impact blew away all dust and steam within the stadium in an instant! The shockwave drove both fighters back again, their boots digging deep furrows into the stone!
Asadullah stopped his momentum mid-air, twisting his torso. He generated a unique, spiraling kinetic force around his driving fist that compressed the air ahead of him into a drilling jetstream!
**WUPER PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!**
The spiraling pressure of the Wuper Punch cut through the vacuum of the crater like a high-speed drill!
Dunga leaped forward into the mid-air trajectory, matching the spiraling velocity with his own hand!
**WUPER PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!**
*CLASH-DRILL!*
The two Wuper Punches collided mid-air, the spiraling kinetic forces grinding against one another like giant industrial gears! Metallic sparks flew—energy sparks generated by hyper-compressed physical force tearing against itself! The pressure built up until it exploded, launching both Asadullah and Dunga downward into the stone floor!
They hit the ground, bounced, rolled, and immediately scrambled back up to their feet, breathless, bruised, but entirely unyielding!
"We haven't hit the bottom of this fight yet!" Dunga screamed, his voice echoing through the ruined stadium. His eyes suddenly shifted, dropping their normal color as a pitch-black, menacing crimson aura began to ooze from his skin! The terrifying energy flowed down his arm, wrapping his hand in a demonic, claw-like manifestation of dark physical power!
**DEMONIC FIST (DEMON TYPE)!**
The air in the crater grew heavy and oppressive. The sheer malice radiating from the Demonic Fist caused the solid earth to crack under the unnatural pressure!
Asadullah saw the dark threat, but instead of retreating, a dark, fearless grin broke across his face! He channeled his own latent combat reserves, igniting the same black-and-crimson demonic essence around his right arm! The skin on his fist darkened, radiating a crushing, malevolent aura that matched Dunga's pitch for pitch!
**DEMONIC FIST (DEMON TYPE)!**
"LET'S GO, DUNGA!" Asadullah roared!
Both fighters sprinted toward each other! Dunga swung his Demonic Fist in a terrifying overhead arc, while Asadullah raised his own Demonic Fist in an explosive uppercut!
*CRACK-THUD!*
The demonic strikes crossed paths! Dunga's Demonic Fist smashed into Asadullah's left shoulder, while Asadullah's Demonic Fist slammed directly into Dunga's chest!
Both boys felt the dark, destructive Demon-type energy surge into their bodies! Blood erupted from their mouths simultaneously. The dark force fractured their shoulder guards and bruised their muscle fibers, but neither boy fell to his knees! Instead, they used the painful impact as an anchor to throw another strike!
Dunga brought his left arm back, igniting it with chilling sub-zero energy—**ICE PUNCH (INTHERMAL TYPE)**—and slammed it into Asadullah's ribcage!
Asadullah spat blood, locked his jaw, and countered in the exact same fraction of a second with a blistering **FIRE PUNCH (THERMAL TYPE)** straight into Dunga's jaw!
They were trading heavy elemental and physical attacks point-blank! No defense! No evasion! Pure end-to-end grit!
*THUD! BANG! CRASH!*
Asadullah threw another **1000 FISTS (BRAWL TYPE)**, unleashing hundreds of heavy strikes that pounded against Dunga's chest and arms! Dunga took the barrage head-on, returning his own **1000 FISTS (BRAWL TYPE)**, creating a localized storm of brutal strikes that battered Asadullah's chest and shoulders in return!
Far away in Colex-5411025, THE 5 ARMED MAN paced up and down his command balcony, slamming all five of his gloved fists onto the stone railing in sheer disbelief!
"They're chaining every attack!" THE 5 ARMED MAN yelled across Colex-5411025. "Ice into Fire, Mega into Wuper, Demonic into 1000 Fists! There is no rest! There is no pause! It's just fists, fists, and MORE FISTS! How can two ten-year-old brawlers keep going?!"
Down in the battered crater, the fight reached its absolute boiling point!
Both Asadullah and Dunga stepped back half a pace, their bodies battered, their breath ragged, and their knuckles bleeding heavily.
"This next one... decides it!" Dunga panted, his fists trembling slightly from the immense strain, but his posture remaining rigid and dominant.
"Make it count then, Dunga!" Asadullah replied, pulling his right arm back further than he ever had before.
Every technique they had used began to layer on top of their arms simultaneously! The freezing cold of the Inthermal type, the burning heat of the Thermal type, the heavy physical mass of the Mega and Wuper punches, and the crushing malevolence of the Demonic type—all of it began to converge into one single, absolute, ultimate form of kinetic force!
The ultimate physical manifestation!
**ULTRA PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!**
The space surrounding Asadullah's fist distorted so violently that light itself began to bend around his hand!
Dunga roared at the top of his lungs, channeling his entire body, mind, and spirit into his right arm, building the exact same supreme energy density around his knuckles! Light bent, space warped, and the atmosphere buckled!
**ULTRA PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!**
They lunged!
The distance between them vanished in an instant! There were no complex words left to speak, no strategies left to analyze. There was only the singular truth of two fists meeting at the absolute peak of power!
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
The collision of the two **ULTRA PUNCHES** generated a blinding flash of white light that consumed the entire Tournament Stadium! A pillar of raw, compressed shockwave energy shot straight up into the stratosphere, tearing through the cloud cover and shaking the foundation of the world for miles around!
In Colex-5411025, the viewing screens flickered wildly from the massive dimensional interference generated by the Ultra Punch impact!
As the blinding white light gradually faded, the dust began to settle into the vast, glass-like crater left by the Ultra Punches.
In the very center of the devastated ground stood Asadullah and Dunga.
Their right fists were still locked together, pressed knuckle-to-knuckle in mid-air right between them. Steam rose off their arms in heavy clouds. Their clothes were shredded, their bodies covered in scratches and bruises from the thousands of strikes exchanged throughout the battle.
Neither boy moved. Neither boy backed down. Their eyes remained locked onto each other with supreme respect and burning determination.
The fight wasn't over. Asadullah wiped the blood from his lip, his grin widening, while Dunga pulled his left hand up into a high guard once more. The battle of pure brawn continued!