"HELL FIRE NUCLEAR BLAST!"
BOOOOOOOM!!!!!
Asher's sword roared, unleashing a tidal wave of incinerating heat toward Genzai. The flames compressed into a massive, roiling sphere of white-hot plasma before detonating. The arena was instantly transformed into a furnace, a pillar of fire erupting toward the sky.
The announcer and the spectators dived for cover, shielding their eyes from the blinding glare and the singeing heat.
As the inferno began to fade, Asher stood panting, his lungs burning. But then, a sound cut through the crackle of cooling stone: Genzai was laughing.
Asher's brow furrowed. Genzai stood at the epicenter of the blast, the ground around him slagged into a molten crater. Yet, the man was unfazed.
His mythril suit hummed with a high-pitched mechanical whine as the cooling fans worked overtime to vent the lethal heat.
