"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, Today we are here to witness a once-in-a-lifetime battle. And the winner will get the hand of Princess Dusshala in marriage. Let me tell you the rules first, Only the winners of yesterday's competition have the right to challenge the princes for battle. But a twist is on the way because the winners of yesterday's competition have declined from this battle except Angraj Karna, So only he will enter the arena and battle against princes. And any weapons are allowed except poisonous ones."
"Now please welcome our Princes of the Great Kuru Kingdom!!!"
Cheers! x10
The arena buzzed with anticipation as the princes of the Kuru Kingdom made their grand entrance. Each prince was adorned in regal armor, showcasing their martial prowess and noble lineage.
The arena was filled with the vibrant energy of spectators, eagerly awaiting the clash of titans. Karna stood confidently in the center, his presence commanding attention. The princes, each with their own set of skills and weapons, eyed him with a mixture of curiosity and determination.
The host's voice echoed through the arena, "And now, presenting the challenger for Princess Dusshala's hand, the formidable Angraj Karna!"
The crowd cheered, acknowledging Karna's reputation as the Greatest Archer in the World. Karna, undeterred by the attention, focused on the princes before him.
'They don't look like much, Only those six are somewhat completant.'
Karna thought eyeing five Pandavas and Duryodhana, who flinched at his blunt stare which they assumed a glare.
The tension in the arena was palpable as the princes prepared for the impending battle. Karna's sharp eyes assessed his opponents, his strategic mind already working to anticipate their moves.
"Let's start the first match-"
"All at once."
Karna's voice interrupted the host, surprising everyone in the arena. The murmurs among the spectators grew louder as they exchanged bewildered glances.
"All at once?" The host questioned, seeking confirmation from Karna.
Karna nodded, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, all at once. It'll save time, and I'd like to see how well they can coordinate."
Initially taken aback by Karna's proposal, the princes exchanged uncertain glances among themselves. The host, deciding to go along with the unexpected turn of events, announced, "Angraj Karna has requested a group battle. Princes, are you up for the challenge?"
"ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF US?" Bhima roared, his eyes narrowing at Karna. Despite their initial surprise, the other princes quickly regained their composure and accepted the challenge with determined nods.
The host, sensing the excitement in the air, declared, "Very well! A group battle it is! Let the clash of princes begin!"
Clang!
Kusanagi appeared in the left hand of Karna, gleaming with an otherworldly radiance. The princes, armed with various weapons, charged toward Karna in a coordinated assault. The clash of steel echoed through the arena as the battle commenced.
"Third Form, Eternal Cruel Sun!"
A miniature sun formed at the tip of Kusanagi, unleashing a scorching wave of heat and light. The princes, momentarily blinded by the brilliance, staggered back, creating an opening for Karna.
"Void Step Technique!"
In an instant, Karna disappeared from his position, reappearing behind the group of princes. His Void Step Technique allowed him to move effortlessly across the battlefield, leaving his opponents bewildered.
"Void Fist Technique!"
Karna's fists blurred as he unleashed a rapid barrage of punches infused with void energy. The impact sent shockwaves through the princes, disrupting their formation. Duryodhana, Bhima, Arjuna, Nakula, Sahadeva, and the other princes struggled to counter Karna's relentless assault.
Bhima, fueled by his immense strength, attempted a powerful strike with his mace, but Karna effortlessly dodged and countered with a precise kick. The other princes, realizing the urgency of the situation, adjusted their tactics to cover each other's weaknesses.
"Wind God's Barrage!"
Bhima exerted a mighty gust of wind with his mace, aiming to disorient Karna. However, Karna gracefully weaved through the currents, evading the attack with ease.
Arjuna, recognizing the need for a strategic approach, notched an arrow to his bow.
"Parvatastra!"
Arjuna's arrow transformed into a mountainous projectile, hurtling towards Karna. The sheer force and size of the Parvatastra threatened to overwhelm him. Undeterred, Karna channeled his enhanced archery skills.
"Vijaya Dhanush!"
The Vijaya Dhanush materialized in Karna's hands, its divine aura resonating with power. With unparalleled precision, he notched an arrow and released it with a swift motion. The arrow collided with the Parvatastra, causing a spectacular explosion of energy that dispersed the threat.
The princes, now realizing the magnitude of Karna's abilities, regrouped and adjusted their strategy. Duryodhana, fueled by his determination, shouted, "Enough games! Let's end this!"
He charged towards Karna with renewed vigor, wielding his formidable mace. Bhima, Nakula, Sahadeva, and Arjuna followed suit, coordinating their attacks to overwhelm Karna.
Karna, however, remained composed, his eyes focused and calculating. The Eyes of the Void granted him an intuitive understanding of his opponent's movements. He anticipated their every strike and countered with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural.
"Void Breathing Seventh Form: Persevering Shadows, Maelstrom!"
The Void Breathing Seventh Form unleashed a whirlwind of shadows that enveloped Karna, creating a protective barrier against the relentless assault of the princes. The shadows danced with an ethereal grace, deflecting the powerful blows directed at Karna.
Duryodhana, Bhima, Arjuna, and the others found themselves struggling against the mysterious and formidable technique. The arena was filled with the sound of clashing weapons and the occasional roar of frustration from the princes.
As the shadows swirled around Karna, he remained a stoic figure at the center, his eyes gleaming with the intensity of the void. The princes, despite their coordinated efforts, were unable to breach the protective shroud that surrounded Karna.
"Is that all you've got?" Karna taunted, his voice cutting through the chaos of battle. His confidence seemed to irk the princes even more.
"My turn, Try not to die~"
"Void Breathing Final Form: Void Ending Breath!"
The shadows surrounding Karna intensified, merging with the void energy that flowed through him. The arena seemed to darken as the Void Ending Breath reached its culmination.
A sudden hush fell over the spectators as they witnessed the unfolding spectacle. The princes, caught within the ever-tightening void, felt an ominous pressure bearing down on them.
Duryodhana, Bhima, Arjuna, Nakula, Sahadeva, and the others struggled to maintain their composure, their movements slowing down under the oppressive force of the Void Ending Breath.
"This... this power!" Duryodhana gritted his teeth, resisting the overwhelming pressure. Bhima and Arjuna, equally determined, attempted to break free from the void's grasp.
Karna, with an air of tranquility, extended his hand towards the trapped princes. The void energy surged, pulling them closer to the epicenter of the Void Ending Breath.
"Karna, what are you doing?" Arjuna demanded, his voice strained under the intense pressure.
"Embrace the void, dear princes," Karna replied, his tone calm yet foreboding. "This is the end."
The Void Ending Breath reached its zenith, creating a focal point where the essence of void and shadows converged. The arena trembled as if acknowledging the formidable power at play.
Suddenly, the void collapsed in on itself, creating a shockwave that rippled through the arena. The spectators watched in awe as the princes were engulfed by the implosion of void energy.
When the dust settled, Karna stood alone in the center of the arena, his expression unchanged. The princes, now freed from the void's grip, lay scattered across the battlefield, defeated and unconscious.
The silence that followed was broken by the host's stunned voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have our winner! Angraj Karna has emerged victorious in this unprecedented group battle!"
The spectators erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps, witnessing the extraordinary display of power. Karna, with a nonchalant demeanor, glanced at the fallen princes.
"Well, that was entertaining," he remarked, sheathing Kusanagi.
The crowd's cheers intensified, a symphony of awe and admiration for Karna's unmatched prowess. Medea, in her snake form, hissed proudly by Karna's side. The victory was not just his; it was a testament to the strength he had gained through his trials and sacrifices.
As the arena buzzed with excitement, the host approached Karna, a mix of reverence and curiosity in his eyes. "Angraj Karna, that was an astonishing display of power. Can you share your thoughts on this unique battle strategy?"
Karna, unfazed by the attention, responded with a casual shrug. "I simply prefer efficiency. Why waste time with individual battles when you can handle them all at once?"
The host, still processing Karna's matter-of-fact response, nodded in agreement. "Efficiency indeed! A strategy that proved overwhelmingly effective. Now, with this victory, Angraj Karna has earned the hand of Princess Dusshala for marriage."
As the cheers echoed through the arena, the fallen princes began to regain consciousness. Duryodhana, Bhima, Arjuna, Nakula, Sahadeva, and the others slowly rose to their feet, their expressions a mix of disbelief and admiration.
Duryodhana, though begrudgingly, approached Karna with a nod of acknowledgment. "You've proven yourself, Angraj Karna. I may not like it, but I respect strength. Take good care of my sister."
Karna, true to his nature, responded with a simple yet genuine nod. "Rest assured, Duryodhana. I will."
The host, sensing the need to move on with the proceedings, announced, "With this victorious battle, Angraj Karna has secured the right to marry Princess Dusshala. Let the celebrations begin!"