CHAPTER 96 – SCARO VS MORO KIM JAMA
The Gorge of Sira stretched endlessly before them. Jagged cliffs jutted out on either side, dust and small rocks shifting in the wind. The air was electric with tension; the kind of energy that made hair stand on end and forced even seasoned warriors to focus every ounce of their senses.
Moro Kim Jama stood at the edge of the gorge, fists clenched, aura flickering faintly as the wind whipped around him. His friends—Kaya, Kiro, Yaya, Steven, and Herbet—stood behind him, their stances tight, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The desert sun reflected off the gorge's walls, casting long, jagged shadows that twisted and swirled in the heat.
From the far side, Scaro emerged, flanked by the Asura Twins. The shadow of his white coat stretched long in the setting sun, his sunglasses reflecting Moro's aura. His presence alone shifted the temperature, as if the very air feared him. Every step he took toward the young Moro was measured, deliberate, and terrifyingly calm.
"Are you ready, boy?" Scaro's voice echoed across the gorge. "I've waited a long time for this."
Moro didn't flinch. "I've waited longer. And I won't lose."
Scaro smirked. "Bold words… let's see if you can back them up."
He raised his hand, and the ground beneath him began to tremble. Rocks shifted, small pebbles levitated, and a low hum of energy vibrated in the air. Moro could feel it—Scaro's aura, dense, heavy, suffocating. It wasn't just power; it was control, authority, precision. The kind that could crush entire armies if he willed it.
Moro responded. His aura flared, a faint bluish-white glow surrounding him. His fists ignited in energy, small sparks dancing across his skin. The ground beneath his feet rumbled in response, reacting to the intense pressure of his own growing aura.
"Enough talking," Scaro said, his smirk widening. "Let's see if you can survive my speed."
Suddenly, Scaro lunged forward, faster than the eye could track. The wind howled past Moro, and dust erupted from the gorge floor. The first clash was deafening. Moro met Scaro's fist with his own, sending shockwaves across the rocks, small pebbles flying off the gorge walls. The force of the impact made both combatants stagger slightly, but neither yielded.
Kaya and Yaya flinched, sensing the raw destructive power. Steven's ice began to form tiny crystalline shields, anticipating debris. Herbet adjusted his gadgets, preparing for anything that might come flying toward the team. Kiro tightened his grip on his sword, ready to step in if needed, though Moro was more than capable.
Scaro's attacks came in a blur, a constant barrage of punches, kicks, and aura-infused strikes. Each blow carried enough energy to shatter stone. Moro dodged, countered, and blocked with increasing precision, matching Scaro's speed, if not his raw strength.
"You've improved," Scaro said, grinning. "But do you have what it takes to survive?"
Moro's eyes burned. "I'm not here to survive. I'm here to end this!"
He unleashed a rapid sequence of aura strikes, each punch sending visible shockwaves across the gorge. Scaro blocked, countered, and the impact created a gust of wind that threw both fighters backward. Rocks shattered, dust swirled, and the ground cracked beneath their feet.
"Impressive," Scaro muttered, wiping a streak of dust from his sunglasses. "But let's turn it up."
Scaro's aura erupted fully, a dense, gray-white storm radiating from him, bending the air and forcing Moro to stabilize himself. The wind howled, lifting small rocks and sand like a mini whirlwind.
Moro clenched his fists, aura flaring brighter than ever. His Ultra Fusion 2 form began to manifest, energy coalescing around his body. The glow intensified, the wind around him whipping violently. He launched himself forward, aiming a high-speed punch directly at Scaro's chest.
Scaro blocked effortlessly, but the force sent him sliding backward across the jagged rocks, dust billowing. He laughed, almost enjoying the intensity. "So much fire… just like your father."
Moro's expression darkened. "I will find him, no matter what it takes!"
The gorge itself seemed to respond, rocks splitting, small fissures forming along the cliffs as the energy from their battle tore through the environment. The sheer force of their clash was felt miles away, causing birds to scatter, and distant villages to notice the rumbling of power.
Scaro suddenly vanished. Moro's senses screamed, but it was too late. Scaro appeared above him, delivering a downward strike infused with aura energy. Moro barely rolled to the side, debris exploding where he had been standing.
He countered with a flurry of strikes, each infused with his own aura, sending shockwaves of blue-white energy into the gorge. Scaro blocked each one with a combination of brute strength and precise aura control.
The Asura Twins watched silently, their arms crossed. "He's stronger than we anticipated," Kizen muttered to Kazen.
"Yes," Kazen replied. "But that won't matter when Scaro decides to end him."
Meanwhile, Moro's friends were working tirelessly in the background. Kaya manipulated small water pockets to shield debris and flying rocks from hitting Moro. Yaya's speed allowed her to intercept stray energy bursts that threatened the team. Steven's ice constructs blocked falling boulders, and Herbet used gadgets to stabilize the gorge floor where cracks had formed.
Scaro laughed. "Your friends are impressive. But will they be enough?"
Moro didn't answer. He launched himself skyward, aura bursting, a crescendo of power illuminating the gorge like a miniature sun. He came down like a meteor, striking Scaro with a combined force of pure will, rage, and determination.
The impact caused the gorge walls to tremble violently, small rocks and dust collapsing in all directions. Scaro was thrown backward but landed gracefully, barely staggering.
"You're not bad," Scaro said, adjusting his sunglasses. "But this isn't over. Not even close."
Moro steadied himself, panting slightly. His aura flickered, his body screaming in protest, but his resolve burned hotter than ever. His friends watched, ready to intervene if necessary, but Moro shook his head.
"This ends when I say it ends," Moro whispered, gripping his fists.
Scaro's aura grew even denser, the air around him bending unnaturally. "Then let's see whose will is stronger. Let's see if Junkskye's boy can stand against the full might of a Special Commander of the Imperiums!"
The tension reached its peak. The gorge was silent except for the wind and the hum of energy radiating from both fighters. Dust and debris hung in the air, forming a hazy battlefield where only the strongest wills would determine survival.
Neither Moro nor Scaro blinked. Both were locked in a mutual understanding—this was more than a battle of strength; it was a battle of ideals, resolve, and destiny.
The sun dipped behind the cliffs, casting the entire battlefield in orange and red hues. Both fighters radiated energy so intense that shadows warped, and distant wildlife scattered in terror.
And then… they charged.
A collision of wills, power, and determination unlike anything the continent of Mavaria had ever witnessed was about to unfold.
The gorge itself seemed alive, echoing with the impending clash of Moro Kim Jama and Scaro, the Special Commander of CD-9.
The stage was set. The world watched, even if unknowingly, as the first true battle of legends in Mavaria was about to begin.
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