Sallow and the White King leapt at one another, their fists colliding with each other and just for a split second, creating a moment of silence. A deafening silence, which felt suffocating. Then, a powerful wind force was blasted out from their fists, which sent the White King back a bit, while Sallow simply glared at him with shining eyes — his imposing figure almost pitch black.

  The White King let out a gentle exhale, before rising back up and cleaning off some of the dust on the side of his mouth and then leaping towards Sallow once more. “This doesn’t change anything!” He announced as a powerful, almost murderous aura surrounded his body as he approached Sallow.

  Sallow scoffed.

  Then, he dodged the initial punch of the White King, before catching his second one that the White Goblin had thrown at Sallow in the moment that he had dodged his initial strike. The White King quickly retaliated, moving his other fist against Sallow again to try and punch him — however the Goblin Overlord leaned back, dodging the fist, before kicking the White King in the stomach, knocking the air out of him before sending him flying straight towards the wall.

  Then, Sallow dashed after the White King, quickly catching up to him before jumping into the air above him and then using his legs to push the goblin into the ground – kicking up a large dust cloud, as well as forming a rather large crater in the ground. Then, the Goblin Overlord lifted his fist in the air, dispersing the dust cloud, before throwing a barrage of punches down at the White King — pummelling him into the ground.

  Slight amounts of blood went flying as Sallow's relentless attacks continued. The White King was beginning to take some light amounts of damage from the Goblin Overlord, however did not make the effort to try and stop the attacks of Sallow.

  Jack watched from afar, his gaze keen and sharp — following every slight muscle twitch that both of the Goblins displayed. Though it appeared at first that Sallow was overpowering the White King, that was far from the truth. “...The White King is testing Sallow.” The tamer commented in his mind.

  After the flurry of strikes was finished, Sallow lifted his left fist high into the air, the fist igniting ablaze, before he sent it crashing down onto the White King.

  Familiar Sallow has activated [Draining Fist].

  The fist crashed down onto the White King, making the crater the two goblins were inside of larger as well as sending a massive wave of winds through the area, that completely decimated most of the rocky features of the dungeon, as well as caused tremors to pulsate through the walls and ground.

  After the dust cloud cleared, the aftermath became visible. Sallows' punch had been caught by the White King, who then grinned. “Alright, that’s enough playing.”

  Before Sallow could react, the White King struck him in the chest with a powerful blow, which sent a wind force so powerful behind Sallow, that it created a large crater in the ceiling, sending a lot of debris and stalactites falling down. Then, the White King with quick steps, got up and moved behind Sallow, his eyes shining white, before he pummeled the Goblin Overlord in the face, sending Sallow flying across the dungeon.

  The White King leapt after Sallow — dashing after him, before jumping into the air above the Goblin Overlord, falling down with a crashing punch, with which he pushed Sallow deep into the ground, breaking apart and smashing the ground around them.

  “Now, let the real fight begin.” He stated, before lifting his other fist into the air and immediately sending it flying down. However, Sallow just barely managed to react in time, parrying the punch, before using his legs to kick the White King off balance and then in the same moment, kick himself up onto his feet, before sending another flurry of punches at the White King, who brushed off his face, a wide grin across his face, his eyes shining white as he parried the incoming rush attack, occasionally attacking back, which Sallow would either dodge or block.

  The two goblins began exchanging blows, throwing punches so powerful at one another at such high speeds, that the entire dungeon kept on shaking and shaking, without a moment of ceasing. It felt like the entire place would cave in soon.

  Jack kept a close eye on the battle, barely able to keep up with it at all.

  The two goblins were moving all over the place at such a grand speed, that they appeared to be more like blurs to the naked eye — just throwing out powerful strikes at one another, all the while parrying, blocking or dodging the other goblins' attacks.

  It was like he was watching two prodigies absolutely go at it.

  “This reminds me a bit of my training with my Master… She’d never go easy on me, always forcing me to put more strength into my strikes, as well as up the speed at which I would throw them out.” Sallow and the White King leapt past Jack, kicking up debris from the ground, as well as leaving a crater in the ground in front of the tamer.

  Jack looked down at the crater, narrowing his eyes.

  “Now that I look back on it — she really was a monster.” He commented, laughing to himself, before lifting his gaze back up towards Sallow and the White King, who dashed at each other with powerful strikes prepared, mid-air.

  Jack smirked, crossing his arms before exhaling. “There was once a saying that she taught me, which had been preserved from ancient times.”

  Sallow and the White King collided their punches, creating a momentary time of suffocating peace in the dungeon.

  “Anyone can wield a weapon. It doesn’t need to be anything fancy, just your fist will do. And sometimes, in dire situations or in moments, when you reach a certain peak of adrenaline and determination…”

  Jack moved his gaze up towards the two goblins, his eyes shining amber orange.

  “...A Fist can become a far, far more deadly weapon than any gun, blade or bomb.” A massive force of wind was sent through the area from the collision made by the White King and Sallow, who were both blown away by their own punches, each in their own direction.

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  The White King landed heavily, slowing his acceleration down with his legs and arms, while Sallow landed gracefully, not even needing to slow himself down, as he simply lifted his gaze up and glared at the White King with strong, bloodlust filled eyes.

  “That is commendable strength…” The White King commented, dashing at Sallow again, this time, his fist igniting in white flames. “Let’s test the limit of that strength!”

  [White Kings Determination - Act I] Fire Blasting Fist.

  Sallow remained calm and in place, while the White King's fiery fist approached, reaching a millimeter distance between it and Sallow. However, the fist didn’t manage to connect.

  Instead, Sallow parried the strike in the very literal last moment, before throwing the White Kings fist up into the air. The White King exhaled in shock – his face losing its grin and instead, a worryful and surprised expression got painted across it.

  Sallow had a fierce, sharp look in his eyes.

  “Checkmate.” He stated, before sending a flurry of punches at the White King – only this time, it wasn’t a regular barrage of punches. Every strike he threw out, he activated ‘Draining Fist’ on, slowly but surely draining the magical energy and stamina from the White Kings body, causing his movement to slow down, his aura and energy to lessen in its intensity and finally, his body starting to show cracks – visible damage from the relentless attacks.

  Jack smiled. “Finally, he’s breaking through that tough defence. However, the fight isn’t over yet.”

  The White King tanked the barrage of punches for a few more seconds, before taking a step back and parrying one of Sallow's punches — catching it and throwing it down towards the ground, before his eyes ignited with white flames, as he pummeled Sallow in the chest, pushing him back, before leaping after him. “My turn.”

  The White King's fists ignited with white flames, as he dashed at Sallow and began a barrage of punches.

  [White Kings Determination - Act I] Flame Parade.

  However, unlike the first time that Sallow had faced this attack, he wasn’t taking a single one of the punches that the White King was throwing at him. He avoided all the punches, leaping back every time he dodged, as well as keeping his movement just subtle and short enough, to make it unpredictable, so that the White King wouldn’t find an opening in his evasion.

  The White King shed a cold sweat, before letting out a loud roar. “That boost won’t last forever!” He pulled his right fist back, the fist blasting into a white flame, which spun around it like a tornado of flames, before he threw it at Sallow. “Either you show me what it can do or let yourself be crushed under my fist!”

  [White Kings Determination - Act II] White Phoenix Crush.

  Sallow watched as the powerful strike came towards him, remaining in place for a few seconds before smirking and letting out a gentle laughter. “As you wish.” He said, before catching the incoming strike. Instantly, the flames that were spinning around the White Kings fist shaped into a giant white phoenix, which shrieked loudly, before crashing into Sallow's hand with such force that it was difficult to withstand.

  Jack used his arms to brace himself, being slightly pushed back by the sheer amount of wind force being blown out from that single attack from the White King. “..Come on Sallow – finish this already.”

  The hand that gripped around the White Kings fist cracked, blood spewing out as the strike continued to push forward slowly, the windforce not showing even the slightest sign of weakening. The White King's eyes were fully flaming white, while the tattoos around his body were igniting in white flames, forming into large wings behind him, surrounding his entire body with a white aura.

  Sallow struggled to hold the strike back, as more and more blood spewed from his right hand. The skin across his arm and body was slowly beginning to get scorched by the white flames gushing off of the White King's body.

  “ArrgghhhhhhhHHHHHH!” The White King let out a loud, powerful battle cry, pushing his strike further and further. Sallow struggled more and more to keep the attack away from him, however even with the bones in his arm practically slowly getting vaporised and his outer body sustaining heavy damage from the flames, he showed no cracks in his resolve and determination.

  Instead, he simply stepped forward.

  Then, he pushed the strike back towards the White King, whose eyes widened as he shed a cold sweat, while Sallow's eyes shone with red bloodlust. A dark, powerful aura suddenly enveloped Sallow, as the scorched wounds across his body rapidly healed, with the hand he was using to hold down the White Kings fist also healing, the blood in it returning before he tightened his grip on it.

  “I-Impossible…! This is not possible…! You cannot–!”

  “Time to give up the crown, White King.” Sallow stated coldly, fully clothed in the darkness around his body. Then, he lifted up his other arm, tightening it into a tight fist, that managed to draw blood from his palm.

  Then, the darkness that surrounded him suddenly gathered at the fist, forming a tornado similar to the White Kings flames, only this one appeared to be more like a gloopy, slime that raged on from Sallows fist.

  The White King shed a sweat.

  “Why… Why can’t I move my other fist to defend myself? Why won’t my body move?”

  Sallow pulled his fist back, his eyes shining red — breaking through the darkness surrounding his body, as the dark substance hanging from his fist, formed into a large pitch black crow, which shrieked at the White King.

  “What is this overwhelming presence…? An aura so strong, it feels like a Demi-God is staring me down… This goblin, he wasn’t as strong as me and yet…”

  The White King's entire body shivered and shuddered as he came into eye contact with Sallow's red eyes. “...I see… I never stood a chance, did I?”

  Sallow threw his fist at the White King, the pitch black crow dashing in with it, crashing into the White King's body — completely eviscerating the white flames that the White King had formed with that phoenix. Jack watched from afar, barely managing to stand on his own two feet.

  Then, a pop-up window appeared in front of him.

  It only read two sentences. Sentences that both terrified Jack, and impressed him beyond edge – causing the tamer to shed a cold, cold sweat.

  [ ALERT ]

  Conditions for skill unlock have been met – Familiar Sallow has shown an unshakable resolve and will, even against impossible odds.

  Familiar Sallow has activated [Tyrants Legacy - Act 1] Grey Crows Strike.

  [ ALERT ]