Kyle slumped against the broken wall—but the next moment, he began to laugh.
A low, rumbling laugh.
"Tch... I guess... you really are special, huh?"
Then —WHOOOOOSH—!!
A torrent of blackish-golden energy erupted from Kyle's body,engulfing him in a blinding storm of swirling light and darkness.
Vyom narrowed his eyes.
From within the storm, the silhouette shifted.
The armor wrapped around Kyle reshaped,shrinking, condensing —until what emerged was no longer the bulky fighter from before.
It was a sleek, razor-sharp golden-black mongoose-shaped armor.
Streamlined.Deadly.Alive with crackling pulses of pure force.
Kyle's figure seemed faster, sharper —like a living missile ready to launch.
He rolled his neck, golden trails dancing from every small movement.
"Plan M: Engage."
The voice was colder.Sharper.Tuned for war.
Suddenly, the entire Colosseum shook slightly.
Vyom immediately sensed it —all the energy from the earlier explosions,all the stray golden arrays,even the ambient kinetic force —it had been absorbed by Kyle.
Concentrated.Compressed.Weaponized.
Kyle clenched his fists, and a wild aura burst out.
"Golden Rush: Meteor Strike."
In that instant —he disappeared.
A blackish-gold comet—burning across the ground at impossible speed —a trail of destruction behind him.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
He was zeroing in directly on Vyom —a living meteor, dense enough to punch a hole through a mountain.
The air warped around him,space itself trembling from the sheer momentum.
From the audience seat, even Mavran leaned forward,activating extra layers of defensive barriers around the Colosseum walls.
Glitch inside Vyom's mind yelled:
"BRO DODGE—!"
But Vyom... did not move.
Instead,he lowered his stance,one foot sliding back, both arms steadying.
His face calm.
Unwavering.
"Bring it.""I will not bow."
The blackish-golden meteor roared toward him like judgment itself—but Vyom's aura didn't shrink.
It expanded.
His entire being was like an unbreakable wall,gathering force at a single point.
He wasn't just taking the blow.
He was challenging it.
BOOOOOOM—!!
The battlefield lay in shambles.
Smoke twisted into the stormy skies. Rubble and shards of molten marble littered the cracked ground like a broken empire.
From within that chaos, a single image burned itself into history:
Kyle, fully transformed in his Golden Mongoose Armor, had unleashed everything—Golden Rush Meteor Strike — an unstoppable blitz, absorbing all the prior explosions into raw impact energy.
The resulting shockwave shook the Colosseum to its core.
Dust blanketed everything.
And yet—
As the smoke peeled away, the truth was revealed.
Standing at the epicenter of the devastation, amidst the ruin...—was Vyom.
Completely unfazed.
He hadn't even moved from his spot.Only his right hand was raised casually forward.
The entire Meteor Strike had been stopped — with just his fingertip.
Kyle's golden armor still crackled with violent energy, his boots grinding against the ground — pushing forward with everything he had ——and Vyom held it off like he was swatting away a fly.
Worse—
Vyom's left hand was busy.
He wasn't even focused on Kyle.
He was adjusting his helmet visor, slightly annoyed, muttering under his breath:
"Tch... tight again."
A beat of silence fell over the Colosseum.
Kyle's pupils shrank.
Mavran's lazy grin disappeared.
Glitch's smirk widened dangerously.
Vyom finally flicked his gaze lazily towards Kyle, a coldness flashing in his dark eyes.
He muttered, almost bored:
"Be honored."
"You're about to witness the debut of my first original attack."
His right hand opened wide.
The Ring of Greed glowed darkly on his finger — an ominous vortex spinning to life.
Without ceremony, Vyom fed a Y-Tier Artifact into the ring.
The artifact howled as it was devoured, leaving behind streams of raw, unstable energy.
Vyom's armor rippled — dark veins of pure killing intent surging out like tidal waves.
The ground splintered under him just from the pressure.
Then —
—Vyom snapped the entire world's perspective.
Gravity itself seemed to rotate sideways.
The battlefield flipped — turning vertical into horizontal in the minds of everyone watching.
Vyom's voice echoed, deep and final:
"Hell Horse Stride."
From his ring, his dark energy and pure killing intent merged ——forming the monstrous image of a demonic, skeletal horse, its hooves wreathed in black fire, its mane a storm of malevolent smoke.
It struck.
BLAM—!!
The spectral Hell Horse charged forward like a demon of old, hooves pounding space itself, ripping apart the distance between Vyom and Kyle in a heartbeat.
Kyle's armor — his Golden Mongoose defense — shuddered.
And his instincts panicked harder than he ever could.
Without conscious thought, Golden Turtle Armor activated.
A brilliant golden shell of energy instantly encased Kyle ——a final, desperate defense triggered by pure survival instinct.
Kyle's mind roared into clarity at the last possible second.
His instincts screamed —This wasn't something he could just tank.This wasn't something he could sidestep.
This was death itself galloping toward him.
Without a second thought, Kyle poured everything — every ounce of golden-black energy — into his armor.
His figure gleamed, wrapped now in layers upon layers of translucent golden barriers, stacked over each other like an endless fortress.
"Tch... bring it on!!"
He didn't back down.
No retreat.No fear.
Kyle dug his heels into the ground like an ancient warrior facing a stampede, arms wide, stance unbreakable — a defiant titan against a coming apocalypse.
For a split-second, he almost looked victorious.
Glitch gasped — maybe, just maybe, he could stop it—
But then—
BOOOOOOM—!!
The Hell Horse — a monstrous fusion of Vyom's killing intent and corrupted dark energy — collided with him.
It wasn't a clash.
It wasn't even a battle.
It was a massacre.
Kyle's barriers crumpled one after another —each popping like fragile glass —CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!!
His reinforced armor didn't even slow the charge by an inch.
Kyle's entire body was driven back — feet carving trenches through the Colosseum — arms shaking under the relentless force.
It was like a human trying to stop a raging cosmic bull.
No technique could save him now.No grit.No pride.
Just raw, overwhelming domination.
With a final, earth-shattering CRASH—!!
Kyle's last golden shield exploded into shards.
His body flew backward like a broken puppet, crashing into a pillar, leaving a crater several meters deep.
Silence.
Dust floated down like dying stars.
Kyle lay there — unconscious but still grinning faintly — as if admitting defeat... but proud he hadn't run.
Meanwhile, Vyom stood tall amidst the crumbling ruins — untouched, unstoppable, and utterly untouchable.
But it meant nothing.
The Hell Horse crashed into it like a living calamity.
CRASH—!!
The Golden Turtle Armor shattered in a thousand pieces.
Kyle was thrown back like a broken toy, rolling across the cracked earth, coughing up blood.
Vyom didn't even watch.
His eyes—had already locked onto something else.
Beyond Kyle.Beyond the dust.
To the far end of the Colosseum...
Where Mavran, sitting on the audience stand, had subtly erected a hidden barrier.
A faint ripple of power trying to shield something—someone—inside.
Vyom's pupils shrank into deadly pinpricks.
He vanished.
A sonic boom cracked the air.
In a flash, Vyom tore through Kyle's crumpled form without even glancing at him — moving faster than a thought.
Straight at Mavran's barrier.
BOOOM—!!
The barrier cracked — then shattered under Vyom's sheer speed and intent.
And there, within the crumbling golden shield...
A figure stood.
Hidden in shadow.Waiting.
Vyom landed in front of them — boots cracking the marble.
Dust exploded outward.
And for the first time that entire fight—Vyom's breathing changed.
He stood there, visor lowered, black energy coiling around him, glaring at the figure in front of him with a weight that could crush mountains.
Silence.
Tension so thick you could slice it with a knife.