Wolf was still fighting against the spear wielder, their battle growing incredibly intense, while on the side, Greenie and Tank were using their immense strength and endurance to battle their own opponents.


    Wolf was currently forced to go on the defensive, parrying and dodging the relentless barrage of the enemy. His mes red with every block, but even he could feel the pressure mounting. The spear-wielder was no longer holding back—his attacks were designed to pierce through Wolf''s defenses and deliver a fatal blow. But Wolf wasn''t the type to buckle under pressure. Instead, he thrived on it.


    "Is that all you''ve got?" Wolf taunted, a grin forming on his lips despite the intensity of the fight. "I told you this already, you''re gonna need more than that to take me down!"


    With a roar, Wolf pushed back against the onught, swinging his sword with enough force to crack the stone beneath him. The mes around his de intensified, turning from purple to a deep, almost ck shade as he tapped into the full power of his Evesting me. Each swing created shockwaves that reverberated through the battlefield, forcing the spear-wielder to give ground.


    The spear-wielder''s eyes narrowed as he realized that Wolf''s power was surging. He couldn''t afford to let the momentum shift any further. Summoning all his energy, he performed a sweeping maneuver, spinning his spear in aplex pattern that created multipleyers of golden energy.


    Theyered strikes converged into a single point as he thrust the spear toward Wolf, aiming to pierce through his heart.


    But Wolf wasn''t fazed. With a fierce battle cry, he brought his sword down in a crushing overhead strike, meeting the spear head-on. The impact created a blinding sh of light as the two powers collided, followed by an ear-splitting explosion. The shockwave from the sh sent debris flying and created a deep crater in the tform.


    When the dust settled, both warriors were still standing, but it was clear that they were reaching their limits. The spear-wielder''s breathing was ragged, and blood dripped from multiple wounds on his body. Wolf was in no better condition—his armor was scorched and cracked, and his body was covered in burns and cuts. But his eyes burned with determination.


    "This ends now!" the spear-wielder dered, pouring thest of his energy into his weapon. The golden light around his spear red one final time, reaching a blinding intensity. He lunged forward with everything he had, intending to finish the fight with one decisive strike.


    But Wolf, with a grin that could only be described as wild, was ready. He channeled all the power of his mark into his sword, causing the mes to surge to unimaginable levels. His aura expanded, creating a swirling vortex of fire that engulfed both him and his opponent. As the spear closed in, Wolf swung his sword with all his might, unleashing a massive wave of purple mes.


    The two attacks collided, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world itself was being torn apart. The ground beneath them shattered, and the space above seemed to ripple from the sheer force of the explosion. The spear-wielder''s energy was consumed by the mes, and his eyes widened in disbelief as his attack was overpowered.


    With a final, deafening roar, Wolf''s mes surged forward,pletely engulfing the spear-wielder. The man''s scream was lost in the roar of the mes as he was consumed by the destructive power. When the mes finally dissipated, all that remained was a scorched battlefield and a charred spear lying on the ground.


    Wolf stood victorious, though barely. His body was trembling from exhaustion, and his breathing wasbored. But he had won. With a tired grin, he nced over at hisrades, who were still fighting their own battles.


    …


    While Wolf''s battle was a disy of raw power and ferocity, Greenie and Tank''s fight was a testament to endurance and teamwork. The two of them were up against a pair of hulking brutes who wielded massive war hammers. Their opponents were almost as big as Greenie, and their attacks were heavy enough to crack the stone beneath them with each swing.


    The hammer-wielding opponent, as well as the twin-ded swordsman from the beginning of the battle had been defeated by the two previously, which was when these guys appeared, joining the battle and attacking them.


    Greenie and Tank fought side by side, their synchronization perfect after years of fighting together. Greenie''s brute strength and Tank''s defensive capabilities made them an unstoppable duo. Tank''s shield absorbed most of the damage from the hammer strikes, while Greenie took advantage of every opening to deliver devastating attacks with his hammer.


    Tank would, of course, attack as well.


    He had let go of one shield and was now back at how he usually fought, with a shield and his axe.


    The hammer-wielders, despite their size and strength, were having trouble keeping up with Greenie''s relentless assault. Greenie''s mark empowered him with overwhelming physical power, and every strike he delivered left his opponents reeling. But the hammer-wielders were tough—they could take a beating and still keep fighting.


    Their teamwork was not bad in the slightest, almost on par with Greenie and Tank.


    Tank''s role was to control the flow of battle, using his shield to block and deflect iing attacks while creating openings for Greenie. His mark gave him enhanced resilience and the ability to absorb damage, making him the perfect tank for their team.


    Whenever the hammer-wielders tried to gang up on Greenie, Tank would step in and intercept the blows, allowing his partner to focus on dealing damage.


    "Keep it up, Greenie!" Tank shouted, parrying a heavy hammer strike that would have caved in most shields. "We''ve almost got ''em!"


    Greenie responded with a grunt as he delivered a powerful swing of his hammer, forcing the enemy to stumble back before Greenie let go of the hammer and suddenly moved forward, his fist clenched. He delivered a devastating punch to one of the hammer-wielder''s ribs, the impact reverberating through the man''s body and causing him to stumble.


    Not letting up, Greenie followed up with a spinning kick that sent the man crashing into a wall.


    But the second hammer-wielder took advantage of the moment and swung his weapon with all his might, aiming to crush both Greenie as he suddenly pushed Tank away. Tank reacted instantly, exploding with immense speed as he appeared behind Greenie, raising his shield and bracing for the impact.


    The force of the blow sent shockwaves through his arms, but he held firm, giving Greenie the opening he needed.


    Greenie roared as he charged forward, grabbing the hammer-wielder by the waist and lifting him off his feet. With a disy of sheer power, he mmed the man into the ground, creating a crater beneath them. The man tried to get up, but Greenie wasn''t done. He raised his fists and brought them down in a double hammer strike, crushing his opponent''s chest with enough force to knock him out cold.


    Neither of the two was done yet, their immense bodies held immense power and were overflowing with vitality, thus Greenie and Tank continued attacking.


    As for Shadow, who had found himself outmatched previously when fighting the tonfa-wielding opponent, he was currently using his full power to attack three opponents who were a bit weaker than the others.


    Shadow''s body was wreathed in dark tendrils, his mark enhancing his agility and allowing him to blend seamlessly into the shadows. His opponents quickly found that no matter how fast they were, Shadow was always a step ahead, vanishing into darkness before reappearing to deliver a deadly blow.


    Two swordsmen attempted to nk him while a dagger-user stayed back, ready to strike when Shadow showed an opening. They moved with practiced coordination, attacking in perfect sync to keep Shadow on the defensive. But Shadow''s true strengthy in his unpredictability. Each time they thought they had him cornered, he would slip into the shadows, appearing behind them with lethal intent.


    The dagger-wielder leaped forward, attempting to catch Shadow off guard with a rapid flurry of shes. Shadow twisted his body, dodging the attacks with minimal movement before countering with a strike from his shadow-forged des. The dagger-user narrowly avoided a fatal cut, but Shadow was already gone, slipping past the swordsmen''s guard and driving his de into one of their sides.


    The man grunted in pain, staggering back as blood poured from the wound.


    "That won''t work again," one of the swordsmen growled as he unleashed a barrage of shes infused with elemental energy. mes danced along his de, scorching the air as he swung, while the other swordsman coated his weapon in frost, aiming to slow Shadow down.


    But Shadow was no longer fighting on their terms. He raised his hands, and the shadows around them deepened, forming a dome of darkness that obscured everything. Inside that pitch-ck void, the three warriors couldn''t see or sense anything beyond the oppressive presence of Shadow himself. Panic flickered in their eyes as they swung wildly, trying to hit a target they couldn''t see.


    A whisper cut through the darkness. "You''re in my world now."


    Before they could react, Shadow struck. He moved like liquid smoke, weaving between their attacks and delivering precise, crippling blows. A cut across a tendon here, a stab to a joint there—each strike was aimed to disable rather than kill. The darkness amplified his presence, creating afterimages that confused his opponents and made it impossible for them to track his true position.


    The swordsman with the fire-infused de let out a roar and unleashed a fiery explosion, dispelling the darkness around them for a brief moment. But as the light returned, they realized Shadow had already taken down the dagger-wielder. The many unconscious on the ground, his body riddled with cuts that had drained his strength.


    The remaining swordsmen backed up, their eyes darting around in fear as they tried to locate Shadow. But he was already in motion, closing in on the frost-wielder. The man attempted to block with his icy sword, but Shadow''s de shattered the frozen weapon with a single strike, leaving the swordsman defenseless.


    With a swift, calcted motion, Shadow drove his de into the man''s chest, ending the fight.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The fire-wielder, now alone, snarled in desperation. "Damn you! I won''t go down like this!" He charged forward with a zing aura, determined to make one final stand.


    Shadow remained calm, his eyes cold and calcting. "It''s over." With a flick of his wrist, he summoned shadows from beneath the man, tendrils wrapping around his legs and locking him in ce. Before the swordsman could react, Shadow appeared in front of him, a dark de pressed against his throat.