A bloody liquid poured over— boiling, licking, molded across the Titan's body, it flows, covering like a new skin...
Then— a hand tore free, pulling its body out of the scales in a fit of uncontrollable force. What emerged was something inhuman—a skeleton wrapped in twisted red flesh, almost like mad, its joints sharpened like blades, its maw gaping with terrifying hunger.
And it was not alone.
All across the Titan's immeasurable crown, more began to rise—millions of the same grotesque beings clawing their way out, swarming endlessly like bees in there own hive— This being, are once creatures who fought against the Titans, after they slained, their flesh and bones was stolen. now an undead being trapped in a single body, the Titan of pride.
'Dicussting!'
But yet, Joseph found himself… surprised. Never in his life had he felt entertained like this.
He took a slow step forward in midair, the sound of his knuckles cracking echoing across the battlefield. Then he stretched, calm and unhurried, his voice carrying a faint thrill.
"This is getting interesting… Cool, impressive. I'm pretty sure you won't disappoint me."
Then , the response came instantly—the swarm hurled itself at him in impossible numbers.
"it's showtime."
an ocean of claws and maws striking one after another in chaotic waves...
But Joseph moved.
His body blurred, shifting too fast for the eye to follow. Every dodge seemed like a glitch in reality. He weaved between strikes with effortless precision, untouchable, untamed—smiling chuckling all the while. And the moment he was completely surrounded, Joseph finally strikes.
He threw a single punch—sending groups stumbling back in ruin. Then another strike. And another. Again and again, his blows landed, each one absolute, each one unstoppable, no fancy magic, mo weapon, just raw combat.
With every punch and kick, he dominated, erasing anything that touched him. His movements were flexible, seamless, his dodges flowing like water as he struck with unerring precision—never miss a target, never faltering.
His style, shifted like a storm in motion. fists snapping in combinations like a boxer, sharp precision flowing into karate, the sudden spin and kicks of taekwondo, the crushing knees of Muay Thai, and the relentless grapples and throws of judo.
Joseph's punches grew faster. And faster. Each strike blurred beyond sight, the impact alone splitting the air.
The swarm charged harder, their numbers swelling to an impossible tide—yet with every blow, shockwaves rippled outward. Invisible air-waves erupted from his fists, crashing into the battlefield and tearing through creatures even at a distance.
The sky trembled, the earth cracked, and the battlefield itself was drowned in the rain of his strikes. Every wave stumbled the horde, scattering them like leaves before a storm.
Joseph stood at the center of it all, his laughter echoing like a thunderclap between each merciless strike.
As the creatures stumbled like waves. The battlefield become tightly wrapped by the Titan's crown— it move closer and closer, choking the battlefield,
then instantly, a shadow from below, a giant maw pierce through the avast clouds. But this time was different—A closer look revealed an insect-like horror, its body wrapped in crimson scales that glimmered like bloodied armor. From its grotesque, mandibles sprouted what seemed to be the Titan's crowned head, a living parasite at the end of its colossal form
For a moment It blasted forth a crimson demonic sphere, its aura unraveling in violent spirals, scattering like a tornado that tore upward through the battlefield.
And this time Joseph didn't dodge he simply countered attack with his hand, then flexible rolled it as his body, spinning in motion, smooth like water.
The Titan's eye widened, an expected reaction, of how easy that Joseph could counter attack a violent force of power like that.
Then, with a violent twist of power, Joseph seized the sphere and flung it back just like that, but throwed to the main body instead, as though turning the Titan's own fury against itself.
But Before the reversed attack could even crash into the Titan, Joseph blurred insight— appearing above the Titan—so fast it seemed as though he had teleported.
The Titan's froze as if it's pride halted in a moment, to late before it can even do an action.
At Midair, Joseph spun gracefully, bringing his leg down in a crushing kick, making the air flattened. As his body turned, his hand drew in the very sphere he had hurled moments before, absorbing its raging energy into his strike. At the perfect angle, he unleashed that power in a single devastating blow, creating a sphere of shockwave, expanding, pushing the heaven's very Cloud's.
The Titan reeled as Joseph's strike crashed into its body, the force shaking the battlefield to its core. A thunderous crack split the air, and high above, the towering crown began to tremble. One by one, its colossal layers buckled and collapsed, crimson shards raining down like dying embers.
Though the Titan's own monstrous energy shielded it from complete ruin, the impact left its crown in collapse.
The Titan crashed down from the blow, certain it would survive. But its confidence wavered when Joseph moved with some crazy posture. His body coiled into an odd stance—back compressed, arms stretched backward as his gaze looking above the heaven.
For a single breath he bowed his gaze, eyes burning into the Titan. A sharp smile cut across his face—the kind of smile that promised the next strike would not spare.