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Algorim rose to his feet, his face twisted with fury, and swung his massive sword once again at Nathan Hawk. This time, he was no longer reckless—he was fully displaying his mastery of the blade.
His sword sliced through the air, leaving a silver-white streak of light, incredibly fast. Nathan Hawk, however, remained unfazed, moving with the lightness of a leaf, weaving through the gaps between the sword strikes. He pushed his telekinesis to its limit, sensing the precise landing points of each attack, dodging with absolute precision.
"You're still too slow," Nathan said coldly, as an arc of electricity leapt from his fingers, striking Algorim's great sword.
The electric strike sent the massive blade flying, interrupting Algorim's assault. He was forced to step back, his face full of shock. Nathan's electricity wasn't just for offense—it could disrupt and weaken weapons as well.
Algorim didn't give up. He roared, drawing his longsword, and shot into the air like a rocket, slamming it down at Nathan with unstoppable force.
Nathan was ready. He used telekinesis to manipulate surrounding metal and earth fragments, forming a sturdy barrier in front of him. Algorim's strike clashed against it with a screeching metallic crash.
Taking advantage of the moment, Nathan sidestepped and counterattacked. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. Channeling electricity once again, he sent a bolt straight at Algorim's body.
The current coursed through Algorim, making him convulse in pain as he roared. Nathan did not relent, continuing to trap him within arcs of electricity.
"Give up, Algorim," Nathan said, his tone dripping with mockery. He knew he had the upper hand—Algorim had nowhere to retreat.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!"
With a furious roar, Algorim's muscles bulged, and a surge of raw power erupted from him. He broke free from the electric arcs, leapt into the air, and swung his great sword with all his strength toward Nathan.
Nathan's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected such a ferocious counterattack. He hastily tried to dodge with telekinesis, but it was too late—he couldn't completely evade.
Algorim's massive blade struck Nathan squarely, blood spraying as he was sent flying, crashing to the ground some distance away.
Algorim stood there, panting and battered. Though he had grievously wounded Nathan Hawk, he had also paid a heavy price.
Nathan's body lay on the ground, drenched in blood, seemingly defeated. Algorim, breathing heavily, thought he had won.
But then, Nathan's body began to warp, disappearing without a trace. He had turned into a swirl of black smoke, drifting away with the wind.
Algorim froze, stunned. His sword had cut only empty air—it had never touched Nathan's true form.
Suddenly, a voice echoed across the battlefield, ghostly and omnipresent.
"You thought you could defeat me so easily, Algorim?"
Algorim scanned the area but couldn't pinpoint Nathan's location. A wave of unease washed over him—the battle was no longer going as he had anticipated.
Suddenly, an electric arc streaked across, striking Algorim's back. He roared in pain but still could not locate his opponent.
"Damn you! Where are you?" Algorim hissed.
Nathan's voice sounded again, but without any fixed direction.
"I'm right beside you, Algorim."
Fear gripped Algorim. He began wildly swinging his sword, trying to strike at the surrounding air, desperate to land a blow on Nathan.
But Nathan's mastery of telekinetic illusions was flawless. His voice, his images, even arcs of attack appeared in multiple places, making it impossible for Algorim to discern the truth.
"You cannot defeat me, Algorim," Nathan said again, as if his voice came from the endless void.
Despair filled Algorim. His sword lost its edge—he could no longer land a strike. Nathan's illusions had thrown him into chaos and fear.
Finally, Nathan's arc of energy struck once more, hitting Algorim's body. Algorim trembled violently before dissolving into a cloud of black smoke, vanishing into the air.
Silence fell over the battlefield. Nathan's voice echoed again.
"You've lost, Algorim."
Nathan reappeared, unharmed, standing at the center of the battlefield. What he had shown earlier was merely a slightly imperfect telekinetic illusion, enough to confuse Algorim. Inwardly, he looked down on the brute who had pumped all his points into strength.
Nearby Asgardian warriors witnessed the scene, marveling at Nathan Hawk's power. His combination of telekinesis, electricity, and battlefield strategy left a profound impression on them.
Nathan's gaze turned to Malekis in the distance. He knew the fight wasn't over—but he had bought precious time for his allies.
"Precious time? Allies?" Nathan muttered, recalling a football match.
Meanwhile, Malekis was far from idle. He sneered at Andre and Cruz as they attempted to flank him.
"You two little brats are finished," Malekis said, dripping with arrogance.
As Andre and Cruz prepared to strike, Malekis's eyes glowed with red Aether particles. He raised his hand, releasing a surge of energy that tore through them like a storm.
The two were blasted into the air, bodies flailing uncontrollably across the ground. The impact nearly threw them off balance entirely.
"Seems this is all you've got," Malekis sneered. His Aether energy continued to swell, preparing another lethal attack.
Andre and Cruz, however, refused to be defeated. Struggling, they rose to their feet.
"We will never fail!" Andre gritted his teeth, unleashing his telekinetic power to counter Malekis's energy wave.
Cruz gathered more fire energy, his fists blazing, ready to strike back.
Malekis extended a single finger gracefully, flicking it. Red Aether energy swirled around him. Feeling the sparse and fading resistance, he said, "Die." The energy erupted in an instant.
Nathan Hawk, watching Andre and Cruz trapped in peril, knew it was time to intervene. Electricity and telekinesis surged around him as he leapt toward Malekis.
Malekis's Aether waves intensified, pushing Andre and Cruz further back. They struggled, but the situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable.
Nathan let out a low roar. Telekinetic and electric energy erupted like a storm. He soared toward Malekis, moving with deadly precision.
"A football match doesn't have this many rules or dramatic moments—but now it's our time!" Nathan muttered, focusing a crackling arc in his palm.
Malekis's eyes flickered with caution, but confidence remained. He raised his hand; a massive red Aether shield formed, ready to block Nathan's assault.
The arc of electricity collided with Malekis's shield, triggering a violent surge. Winds whipped, the ground shook, red energy and electric sparks intertwined in a dazzling display.
Malekis's face grew serious as he fought to maintain the shield, but Nathan's electric power intensified, eating away at its surface.
Seeing Nathan's attack, Andre and Cruz breathed a sigh of relief. They seized the moment to regain the initiative, launching attacks to distract Malekis.
Flames and psychic energy filled the battlefield again, forming a spectacular scene. Andre's telekinesis guided Cruz's fireballs to strike the shield's weak points, while Cruz charged with blazing fists to split Malekis's attention.
Malekis struggled to handle the relentless assault. His shield wavered, yet he resisted fiercely. Using his left hand, he threw Cruz back with all his strength.
Boom! The ground cracked beneath Malekis as Nathan pressed his frontal assault.
"Aether may be powerful, but that doesn't make you strong," Nathan sneered. Aether energy cannot let one body and magic exploit it infinitely; it too has limits, which Malekis had already reached.
Electric arcs erupted from Nathan, colliding with Malekis's energy. Sparks flew, and the battlefield trembled with the clash.
Suddenly, a deafening roar! The two forces collided at their peak. Malekis's shield could no longer hold—Nathan's electricity pierced through.
An electric strike hit Malekis. He soared like a shooting star, flipping through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, scattering debris and shaking the earth.
Nathan, affected by the shockwave, tumbled several times before stopping.
Thor slowly lifted his head, looking at Malekis being pushed back, relief washing over his face. After this grueling battle, they had finally won.
Yet, just as everyone thought the fight was over, Malekis's voice sounded again. He rose from the forest, battered but unbowed, his fighting spirit still blazing.