Raiyokan and the Fibonacci Sequence

Chapter 15: The Fight Begins!!

The combat unfolded in the air, a dance between martial skill and the overwhelming strength of the traitor. Mariana, imbued with courage, rose against his assaults, matching him in technique but confronting the brute force of the man. Each of her movements was a declaration of resistance, a visual narrative of a woman challenging her limits.

Yet it was clear that, despite Mariana's dexterity, the traitor's strength posed a real threat. The battle intensified, but Mariana, even with indomitable bravery, could not sustain her resistance indefinitely. Fatigue began to creep in, and defeat became a matter of time.

In a move reflecting strategic calculation, I refrained from intervening in this duel. Peter, the cunning manipulator, would not allow my interference; it was a test of endurance and courage that only Mariana was meant to overcome. I let the arena serve as the stage for this fight, aware that my intervention would trigger unpredictable reactions.

Then, as if a metamorphosis had seized him, Peter assumed a combat stance. His attempt to undermine my faith had failed, and now he transformed into a determined opponent. His gaze shifted from manipulator to warrior, preparing for confrontation.

Peter surged toward me with astonishing speed—approximately five times the speed of sound—delivering an intense "Sun Punch," with the clear goal of destabilizing my stance.

— You cannot escape this time! — shouted my adversary, his voice charged with dark rage.

My instincts acted quickly, skillfully evading with a swift "Pak Sau." His Sun Punch was more than a physical strike; it was a visceral accusation, an attempt to undermine my defensive ability.

In response to a consecutive second assault, I executed a fluid "Bong Sau," a movement unfolding with elegance, allowing me to deftly evade Peter's reckless advance and strike back.

— You think you can stop me with these pathetic moves? — he mocked, preparing for another attack.

The deadly dance continued with lightning speed, as Peter launched a "Tan Sau," aiming to break through my defense. Without hesitation, I raised a "Fook Sau," intercepting his advance and maintaining my unwavering position. Determined not to remain a mere potential target, I met Peter's next strike with a formidable response.

Simultaneously, I delivered a merciless punch to his abdomen, using the overwhelming force of the "Hulk Punch." Yet even with the precision of my strike, the magnitude of the damage was mitigated by Peter's formidable resistance, his power exceeding mine significantly.

— Is that all you've got? — he laughed, malice clear in his voice. — You cannot defeat me!

The atmosphere was charged with the tension of our clashing blows. Between kicks and blocks, Peter's past shadows manifested in his strikes, each telling a story of pain and betrayal. Yet I remained steadfast, not only as a defender of justice but as someone determined to save humanity, starting with Peter.

— Do you really believe you can stop me? — Peter shouted, his voice echoing with a mix of rage and despair. — You do not know the pain I carry!

Our movements became faster and more intense, as if dancing on the edge of an abyss. A series of Bong Saus and Tan Saus unfolded, each carrying the subtle narrative of our conflict. With every defense, I resisted both the physical strikes and the parasite's attempt to invade my mind.

At the height of this battle, a symphony of superhuman movements unfolded before my exhausted eyes. His extraordinary ability was palpable, as if each punch carried the energy of a storm about to break. I, in turn, found myself increasingly cornered, unable to contain the torrent of his mastery. For some reason, the Fibonacci symbol no longer radiated on my forehead, even though my powers still exceeded those I had before seeing him.

Looking back, I faced the harsh reality that Mariana was in a more desperate scenario than I. The deadly ballet between her and her opponent revealed a cruel paradox: though her Kung-fu mastery was remarkable, the brute strength from male musculature gradually prevailed. Fatigue crept in, undermining Mariana's body, and the outcome grew bleak.

The enemy sought to expose me to the agony of witnessing Mariana's destruction, leaving me powerless before her downfall.

Tension reached an unbearable peak when Mariana's opponent, his expression merciless, announced the strike meant to end the battle. My heart clenched in anguish, consumed by a sense of helplessness. Peter, vigilant as a guardian, watched me with the unwavering focus of someone who knew I longed to intervene.

As Mariana was about to succumb to the traitor she voluntarily fought for the sake of her county, a cruel reflection emerged: the one who should have been an ally had become a mercenary of greed, betrayed by the relentless pursuit of power.

At the climax of the confrontation, a farewell glance crossed Mariana's face as she uttered her last words: an "I love you" that pierced my soul. In a desperate act, though aware of its futility, I invoked my teleportation skills to save her, but before I could complete it, Peter struck, hurling me away.

Unconsciously, I was swept into a realm beyond perception, an intangible universe between reality and dream. In this strange Eden, Mariana awaited—a presence amid the mist of unconsciousness. Her gaze, though caught between life and death, radiated serenity.

Amid the shadows of the Nexus universe, our minds, trapped in states of unconsciousness, danced on the threshold of farewell. Mariana's heart, now silent, had ceased with her final breath, yet before the veil of brain death could fall, she granted me a fleeting moment of communion. In this ephemeral encounter between two worlds, our souls intertwined in a silent conversation.