The trumpets blared, echoing through the skies — the signal had been given. The battle had begun.
Without hesitation, I lunged forward, celestial energy crackling wildly around me like lightning in a bottle about to burst. I charged straight at Ryan, unleashing my deadliest combo.
I hit him with the Spin Drop, slamming him backward — then, before he even had a second to breathe, I teleported behind him and landed the 50-50-50 Celestial Dropkick. His body jerked forward through the air, but I was already there — I teleported again, this time right in front of him, and hit him with a Galactical Uppercut that shot him upward like a firework.
Still mid-air, I appeared above him. "Not done yet," I muttered, slamming down with a Celestial Bash that spiked him to the ground like a comet.
BOOM. He crashed hard, the earth cracking beneath him. But then—his feet started morphing. Metal twisted and folded until his soles turned into wheels, and suddenly Ryan was skating toward me like a blur.
I dashed forward to meet him, throwing a heavy right hook—but he dodged, sliding past with finesse. I didn't let up. I lunged forward, swinging a celestial overhand punch. He moved again—so I teleported in front of him, grabbed his neck mid-motion, and slammed him into the ground.
Dust exploded everywhere. I hurled him across the field like a ragdoll, and he tumbled violently, scraping up dirt and chaos.
The crowd roared. I adjusted my gloves with a smirk.
"Nice one, Ryan," I called out. "But now... let me show you what I've really got in store."
I launched forward with a burst of speed that left a shockwave screaming behind me.
"RAVAGE!" I shouted.
I appeared directly in front of him and drove a single celestial punch into his gut — deep, devastating. The force hurled him into the sky, and I followed, pummeling him mid-air with a relentless flurry of punches, blow after blow keeping him airborne. And then—BOOM—one final punch launched him even higher, almost out of view.
Charging celestial energy deep in my core, I took flight, wings of dragonlight unfurling from my back. I shot up through the clouds, tracking him in the sky.
I darted through him four times in a blur, the wind howling. Then I roared:
"GALAXIES OUTBURST!"
With one brutal celestial axe-kick, I crashed into him from above. A blinding ring of celestial energy exploded outward, rocking the entire battlefield. Ryan plummeted, burning through the sky like a meteor. I wasn't far behind.
I soared through storming clouds that tried to hold me back—but I pushed through and caught up. One last celestial punch sent him rocketing into the dirt.
CRASH!!!
He hit the ground like a god falling from heaven, a massive plume of sand and smoke erupting from the impact.
"Not done yet!" I yelled, landing with a quake of my own.
I blurred forward again, teleporting so fast I left trails of glowing energy behind me. My movements zigzagged through space, designed to confuse. And it worked—I reappeared behind him mid-spin.
"SAVAGE SWEEP!" I called.
I swept him off his feet with one fluid motion, flipping him into the air. Before he could drop, I turned—both fists glowing, a tiny shimmering celestial star swirling on my right fist.
I drove that punch into his stomach like it was divine judgment. The impact created a shockwave so massive it rippled across the field—and Ryan went soaring sky-high once again.
Then—BOOM.
He crashed back down, creating a colossal celestial shockwave that shook the entire battlefield—even King Gordiman's throne trembled from the force.
I cracked my knuckles with a smirk.
"Alright... now I'm done." As the dust and smoke slowly cleared, there he was — Ryan, laid out flat on the ground, tongue sticking out like a cartoon character KO'd in round one. The crowd erupted. Gasps turned into thunderous cheers as they realized: the unbeatable champion… had finally fallen.
King Gordiman's face looked like the color had been drained right out of it. His jaw was slack, his eyes wide, frozen somewhere between disbelief and awe.
"There's no way!" he shouted, voice bursting with excitement. "No one's ever beaten the champion!"
Then, to my surprise, he beamed. "You know what? You deserve a reward for that performance."
From behind his throne, he pulled out a gleaming object — a silver dragon snout, forged from thick metallic steel. It gleamed under the stadium lights, sharp edges giving it a sleek, deadly look, like it had been sliced down the middle... even though it hadn't. Four small holes lined the front of the snout, ending in a sharp, pointed tip.
I stepped forward and took it from his hands, inspecting it with a raised brow.
"So... what does this thing do?" I asked, rotating it in my hand, scanning every detail.
King Gordiman clapped me on the back, grinning. "Just slap it on your dragon hoodie!"
So I did — attaching it right onto the purple snout of my hoodie. The metal clicked into place like it was made for it.
"That's a Snoutzer!" Gordiman said proudly. "It enhances your energy output during combat — amps everything up. Oh, and by the way…" His grin widened. "What were those moves?! They were sick!"
I smirked and put my hands on my hips. "Just part of my arsenal. Decided to beef it up a little. Y'know, since I'm strong enough, might as well have a bigger moveset. I'm a Celestial User, after all."
That's when I saw it — that mischievous gleam flash across his eyes.
"Well," he said slyly, "if you can take down our champion… how about you face our biggest champion?"
My ears twitched. "Biggest? I thought Ryan was the top dog."
"He was," Gordiman said with a smirk. "Only because we haven't released this one in years. He's been locked away for being too dangerous."
Then he pulled out a golden trumpet — and blew it.
The sound pierced the air, grabbing the attention of the crowd like a lightning strike.
"RELEASE CYBER DON!!!" he shouted.
I blinked. "CYBER DON?!" My voice cracked with confusion — and a bit of panic.
That's when I heard it — the whoosh of rocket jets overhead.
I looked up at the orange-tinted sky.
...and that's when I realized:
I fricked up.
A cybernetic figure soared above us, cutting through the clouds like a missile. He locked eyes with me — glowing red, unblinking — then rocketed straight down, hands wide open like claws ready to pounce.
"WOAH!" I shouted, diving out of the way just as he SLAMMED into the ground with a seismic BOOM that shook the entire arena.
I landed flat on my butt, eyes wide as I looked up.
Standing there in the crater was a towering robotic figure — and he looked eerily like me.
But this wasn't just a robot. It was a war machine.
No mouth — just a silver, emotionless mask. His glowing red eyes burned into mine. His legs were sleek and cybernetic, the upper half slim and rounded, the lower half thicker and reinforced, ending in high-powered boots. In the center of his purple-plated chest was a wide, circular opening — some kind of energy core? Weapon?
His arms were metallic silver, slim but muscular, with razor-sharp claws at the ends that looked like they could slice through mountains. His nose? Sharp and pointed — like a dagger welded to his face. His head? Brown. My shade of brown. And the haircut? Exactly like mine... just robotic.
This dude was a copy. A bootleg. A knockoff of me.
And I wasn't flattered.
I stood up, brushing off my suit. My jaw tightened. My hoodie came up, casting my face in shadow. I adjusted my gloves and sharpened them into draconic claws. The rings around my wrists flared up, glowing with a soft, ominous celestial purple.
I stepped forward, staring him down. Now we were face-to-face — man vs. machine.
"So this is how it's gonna go, huh?" I said, locking eyes with him.
No response. Just a cold, calculating stare.
The crowd exploded, cheering like we were about to duel at high noon. Tension crackled in the air. My fists clenched. My stance shifted.
My glare narrowed.
"Come at me…"
The trumpets sounded, and the fight exploded into motion.
We clashed—claws grinding against claws. I backhanded him across the face, followed by a sharp right hook, a quick left, and then I spun into a roundhouse kick. I dropped down low, executing a Spin Drop that launched him backward. But before I could take a breath, he activated his rocket boosters and surged toward me.
We collided again, fists flying in a chaotic flurry. He threw a rapid-fire barrage of punches and kicks, but I dodged to the left, then the right, narrowly avoiding two strikes. I lunged forward, twisted mid-air, and threw a Celestial Punch at his face—he blocked it with his forearm. He went for a slap, but I blocked it too, the force of it rippling the air between us.
I landed a few quick jabs to his face, then shouted, "INSANE WRECK!" My aerial Celestial Kick rocketed him into the air. He stopped mid-flight, jet boosters roaring, then dove down and skid across the battlefield. As he landed, five missiles shot from his claws, aimed straight at me.
My ears twitched—Celestianite senses kicking in.
I bolted.
Missile one: dodged to the left, muttering, "Miss me with that gay shit."
Missile two: ducked low.
Missile three: dove right.
Missile four: leapt over it.
Missile five: caught it mid-flip and hurled it right back at him. Boom.
But I wasn't done.
I ran circles around him, arms behind my back, increasing speed as trails of Celestial energy sparked behind me. A Celestial tornado formed, trapping him. My afterimages appeared like clones—fake, but enough to confuse him. I teleported in front of him, sidestepped, and whispered:
"Kill Galaxy Day."
I spun into a Celestial vortex and flash-kicked his chin, sending shockwaves through the air as he ascended. I teleported above, flipped, then dropkicked him down toward the ground. As he fell, I followed—grabbed his head, charged both fists, and roared:
"INFUSED HEIGHTS!"
The impact of my strike sent shockwaves rippling through the air. He crashed into the earth with a thunderous THUD, but he wasn't finished. He popped up, eyes locked on me.
In a blur, he jet-blitzed me from all directions, each hit faster than the last. Then, BOOM—an explosion bigger than anything Archie ever made knocked me flying. I skidded across the dirt, tasting sand. He appeared behind me and launched another blast into my back, hurling me skyward.
I crashed like a meteor.
I got up slowly, fists up, eyes scanning. He teleported—SLAP. Backhand. Uppercut. Claw slash to my chest. He grabbed my leg and slammed me, dragging me like a ragdoll across the dirt.
He launched me upward again—flash kicked me mid-air. Then came five more missiles, spiraling toward me and converging. The explosion engulfed everything. I fell, body heating up like a star. When I hit the ground—BOOM! A crater formed.
But I wasn't out.
I flew from the crater, landed, and stared him down. Celestial light flashed in my eyes. The letters "KX" lit up. Power surged from the ground around me.
"I've won battles. I've lost 'em too. But you? You robotic knockoff? Nah. If I'm gonna take another L, it won't be from some bootleg wannabe that can't even spell 'Don.' Come at me. It's not gonna be safe..."
"Elemental Form, 100%."
Flames of Celestial energy wrapped around me. I flashed toward him, phasing through the air.
"THE CHOSEN ONE'S STRIKE!"
Fist met face. He flew. The sky darkened. Stars blinked alive. My aura lit the battlefield. I clapped—froze him mid-air. Then I was gone—blurs where my feet should be.
I became a Celestial ball, bouncing left to right, glitching in and out of existence. I teleported behind him.
Elbow to the back.
Flash kick.
Uppercut. "MILD GALACTICA!"
Shockwaves rippled. He shot into the air.
I followed, grabbing my arm, charging it.
"365 DAYS!"
Ten colossal fists descended like rain. Impact—BLINDING light. Air bent. The Colosseum trembled.
He fell.
I wasn't done.
I dove, spinning like a comet, energy crackling louder than thunder. I broke the sound barrier. The sky lit up.
"VIOLET—"
I got close, burst through the clouds.
"—VIOLENCE!!!"
Dropkick. GUT. EXPLOSION.
The Colosseum shook. Cyber Don crash-landed, looking wrecked. I landed, eyes full of fury.
King Gordiman raised his hand to end it.
Power stopped him. He wanted more.
Smoke cleared. Cyber Don moved. The audience whispered.
I cracked my neck.
"Remember what Eli did to that Leviathan at Eclitsic? Yeah, I'm about to do that to this bootleg. Gordiman, take notes. If I ever see another fake of me—"
"—I'LL DESTROY THEM WITH BOTH MY POWER AND MY WILL."
I clapped. Darkness consumed the field. My violet eyes burned. I ran—teleporting in flickers through the domain. I clapped again—flash-bang.
"360 DAYS OF UNLIMITED UNIVERSES!!!"
I punched the air—reality cracked. The air shattered.
Cracks of energy splintered the atmosphere as I was yanked into the sky—soaring through space at lightspeed, stars zipping past me like scattered fireflies. Then, in an instant, I got pulled into a radiant, pulsating black hole—purple with streaks of cosmic lightning—squeezing reality itself as I spiraled inward.
The black hole zoomed away like a camera pullback shot, shrinking into the distance. Suddenly, I stepped forward—right into a distorted, fiery purple sun.
It was like walking through the core of a vortex made entirely of celestial energy. My fists surged with power. Behind me, the letters "KX" shimmered in glowing trade winds, swirling in radiant violet. I kept walking—slow, unstoppable—emerging from the blazing star and appearing directly in front of Cyber Don.
Face to face. Head to head.
"RAAAHHHH!!" I cried out triumphantly—and socked Cyber Don straight in the face.
The impact detonated a shockwave that rippled across the Colosseum… then across Mechamio… and all the way to Eclitsic. Earthquakes shattered the land. A hurricane erupted from the energy. The explosion kept growing—blinding light spreading across the battlefield, ripping through everything in its path without mercy.
Reality itself trembled.
I didn't just break the limits—I shattered all three states of matter like they were made of glass.
Then—clap—I brought my hands together.
The world snapped back to normal. The wind calmed. The dust settled. Everything… quieted.
Everything except for Cyber Don.
He lay broken, glitching, his head slammed into the ground, twitching sparks flying from his busted cybernetic frame. The silence was deafening. The crowd stared—completely stunned. Jaws dropped. Even King Gordiman's glasses fell off his face in slow motion.
And then… one person clapped.
Then another.
Then everyone.
The entire Colosseum erupted in cheers, screams, and whistles.
"NICE ONE!"
"ENCORE!"
"WE NEED MORE FIGHTERS LIKE THIS!"
"CAN YOU TEACH ME THAT MOVE?!"
"HE'S INSANE!"
"NO WONDER VIGILZANTE CHOSE HIM FOR THE PROPHECY!"
I smiled, just a little, as a single tear slipped down my cheek.
"I've never had this much support before."
King Gordiman stepped forward, holding a long golden ribbon with bold red letters embroidered across it:
"Champion of 2025 Avangard Battles."
He grabbed my arm and raised it high.
"CONGRATULATIONS, LENS DON! YOU ARE NOW THE CHAMPION OF AVANGARD BATTLES FOR 2025!!!!"
The Colosseum exploded with cheers.
My friends came running over—Ryan, Prince, Olsen, Sophia. Even Ryan, the previous champ, clapped with a proud smirk. Olsen high-fived me. Prince tossed sparks into the air like a mini firework show.
"That was insane, man! I didn't know you could go that hard!" Olsen shouted.
"Guess when you're using your Elemental Form… that's when it's serious," Sophia added with a sly grin.
I laughed, rubbing the back of my head. "Aww, thanks guys! Honestly, it was the pure hate I had for that robo-fraud. Tapping into my full power? Best choice I made."
Power walked up, arms crossed and nodding. "You know what's wild? That was our next beast. Cyber Don's been locked up 'cause he was too dangerous. Everyone was scared of him. But you? You just wiped the floor with him like it was nothing."
Then, of course—Ryan whipped out his camera. "Alright, make sure to like and subscribe! I'm posting even crazier vids after this one!"
I grinned, stepping toward the horizon.
"Alright," I said. "Let's head to the Grolian Forest…"
"Our next adventure awaits."