Chapter 14 — The Clash That Shook the World
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The world did not calm down after Lucas's emergence.
If anything—
It grew louder.
News channels replayed the same clips endlessly.
Panels of experts debated his ranking.
Guilds scrambled to adjust their political strategies.
And across the planet, powerful hunters quietly watched.
Because something unprecedented was about to happen.
The first confrontation between Mythic Rank hunters in years.
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One Week of Silence
Lucas disappeared.
No interviews.
No media appearances.
No public sightings.
For seven days, nobody saw him.
The world speculated endlessly.
But Lucas wasn't hiding.
He was preparing.
Deep in a secluded mountain temple far outside Tokyo, Lucas sat cross-legged on cold stone.
Eyes closed.
Breathing slow.
Controlled.
The wind moved softly through the ancient trees around him.
Birds perched on branches above.
The air felt pure.
Quiet.
Perfect.
Lucas had chosen this place intentionally.
Not for training.
For meditation.
Inside his mind, Arcadrim stood across from him within the vast shadow throne room.
The Demon Lord watched silently.
Lucas remained still.
Not a single movement.
Not a single wasted breath.
Minutes passed.
Then hours.
Then days.
His body slowly adapted.
Mana flowed through him like rivers through a continent.
At first the power surged wildly.
But over time—
Lucas learned to guide it.
To refine it.
To compress it.
Arcadrim eventually spoke.
"…Interesting."
Lucas didn't open his eyes.
"…What?"
Arcadrim crossed his arms.
"You're not increasing your power."
Lucas breathed slowly.
"…No."
"You're condensing it."
Lucas nodded faintly.
Arcadrim smiled.
"That is far more dangerous."
Outside—
The weather changed repeatedly during the week.
Rain fell.
Storms passed.
Sunlight returned.
And through it all—
Lucas remained perfectly still.
The energy surrounding him grew denser.
Heavier.
Sharper.
Even the animals in the forest kept their distance.
Because something about his presence felt… overwhelming.
But controlled.
Like a sleeping volcano.
By the seventh day, the transformation was complete.
Lucas opened his eyes.
And the air itself seemed to tremble.
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The New Physique
Lucas slowly stood.
His body had changed.
Not dramatically—
But undeniably.
He was taller now.
Nearly 6'7".
His shoulders had broadened.
His frame carried more raw muscle, yet it moved with absolute control.
His chest was thicker.
His arms heavier.
But none of it felt bulky.
Everything looked perfectly balanced.
Every muscle fiber seemed sculpted for power.
His posture alone radiated quiet dominance.
Lucas walked toward a nearby stream and looked at his reflection.
Crimson eyes stared back.
Sharper now.
More focused.
His face carried stronger lines.
A defined jaw.
Sharper cheekbones.
His lips held a natural soft pink tone that contrasted with his darker features.
But the most noticeable change wasn't physical.
It was his aura.
The moment Lucas stopped suppressing it—
The world around him reacted.
The water in the stream rippled outward.
Leaves trembled on nearby branches.
The atmosphere itself felt heavier.
For normal humans—
Just standing near him would feel life-changing.
Not crushing.
But deeply overwhelming.
Lucas looked at himself quietly.
"…Huh."
Arcadrim's voice echoed softly.
"You finally look like someone who could rule a world."
Lucas sighed.
"…I just wanted to control the power."
Arcadrim chuckled.
"Unfortunately, you did more than that."
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The Second Date
Two nights later—
Lucas arrived at the restaurant again.
Same place as before.
But this time the atmosphere felt different.
Everyone recognized him now.
People whispered quietly when he entered.
But Lucas ignored it.
He waited near the entrance.
And then—
She arrived.
Elvanor.
Wearing a silver dress that shimmered softly under the lights.
Her hair flowed freely across her shoulders.
For a moment she simply stared at Lucas.
"…You got taller."
Lucas smiled slightly.
"…Meditation."
Elvanor stepped closer.
Then stopped.
Her cheeks turned faintly pink.
"…Your aura."
Lucas realized what she meant.
Even while suppressing it—
His presence filled the room.
He lowered it slightly.
"…Better?"
Elvanor nodded.
"…Much."
Dinner went smoothly.
They laughed more this time.
Talked longer.
And when they stepped outside—
The night air felt warm.
Lucas turned toward her.
She looked up at him.
But then she realized something.
"…Wait."
Lucas tilted his head.
"…What?"
"You're too tall now."
Lucas blinked.
"…Too tall?"
Elvanor crossed her arms.
"…I can't reach."
Lucas chuckled softly.
Then gently placed his hands on her waist.
"…Then I'll help."
He lifted her.
Effortlessly.
Now their faces were level.
Elvanor's heart raced.
"…Lucas—"
He kissed her.
This time deeper.
More intense.
Her arms wrapped around his neck instinctively.
The kiss lingered longer.
And when they finally separated—
Elvanor's face burned red.
"…You're dangerous."
Lucas grinned slightly.
"…Only sometimes."
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The World Prepares
Meanwhile—
News networks exploded.
Because the fight had been confirmed.
Lucas Dilihavia vs Thomas Andrea.
Two Mythic Rank hunters.
The strongest clash humanity had seen in years.
Debates filled every channel.
"Is Lucas truly stronger than Sophia Laindrith?"
"Can he challenge the world's number one?"
"Will Thomas Andrea remain undefeated?"
Governments grew nervous.
Cities prepared emergency protocols.
Because a Mythic fight could cause catastrophic damage.
So the President of Japan stepped in personally.
During a televised announcement he declared:
"For the safety of the population…"
"…this fight will occur on a private island provided by the government."
Satellite images showed the location.
A massive isolated island in the Pacific.
Miles away from civilization.
Large enough to contain the battle.
Hopefully.
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The Meeting
Two days later—
Helicopters circled above the island.
Military ships surrounded the area.
Thousands of cameras broadcast the event worldwide.
Lucas arrived first.
Wearing simple combat gear.
Nothing fancy.
Just durable black clothing.
He stood calmly on the empty shoreline.
Then another helicopter landed.
Thomas Andrea stepped out.
Massive.
Radiating pure physical dominance.
He grinned the moment he saw Lucas.
"Kid!"
Lucas raised a hand casually.
"…Hey."
Thomas cracked his neck.
"Ready?"
Lucas shrugged.
"…Sure."
They walked toward the center of the island.
Observers watched from safe distances.
Satellite feeds broadcast everything.
Millions of viewers held their breath.
Two Mythic hunters stood facing each other.
Then Thomas smiled.
"Let's shake the world."
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The Fight That Shook Continents
The first punch created a shockwave visible from space.
The island exploded beneath their feet.
Thomas moved like a cannon.
Lucas moved like lightning.
Their fists collided.
BOOOOM
The air itself shattered.
Ocean waves erupted outward.
Ships miles away rocked violently.
On four different continents—
Seismic sensors recorded the impact.
Every exchange sent tremors through the planet.
Thomas roared with laughter.
"This is what I wanted!"
Lucas smiled.
"Same."
They moved faster.
Mountains cracked.
Forests flattened.
Entire sections of the island disappeared beneath their strikes.
Thomas unleashed Dragon Force.
Golden energy erupted around him.
Lucas answered with pure condensed mana.
Crimson power surged through his body.
The sky itself darkened.
Lightning streaked across the clouds.
Their battle lasted hours.
Punches.
Kicks.
Shockwaves.
At one point—
Thomas slammed Lucas through a mountain.
Lucas responded by launching Thomas across half the island.
The ocean split around their impacts.
The entire planet watched in awe.
Because no human battle had ever looked like this.
Two titans.
Two monsters.
Two warriors who refused to fall.
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The Draw
At the final moment—
Both unleashed their strongest attacks.
Thomas's dragon-charged fist.
Lucas's condensed mana strike.
They collided in the center of the ruined island.
The explosion sent shockwaves across the Pacific.
Then—
Silence.
Dust slowly cleared.
Two figures lay in the crater.
Both unconscious.
Both completely exhausted.
The announcers stared in disbelief.
"…It's… a draw."
The world erupted.
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Aftermath
Lucas woke slowly.
Soft bed.
Quiet room.
Warm sunlight.
He turned his head.
Elvanor sat beside him.
Holding his hand.
Relief filled her eyes.
"…You're awake."
Lucas smiled weakly.
"…Did we win?"
Elvanor laughed softly.
"…You tied the strongest man on Earth."
Lucas considered that.
"…Not bad."
She leaned closer.
Their foreheads touched.
Moments later—
They kissed again.
The tension of the past days melted away.
And eventually—
They disappeared into the quiet privacy of the room.
And they made love.
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Meanwhile — Another Hospital
Thomas Andrea woke up suddenly.
Machines beeped beside him.
His secretary sat nearby.
The moment she saw his eyes open—
SMACK
She slapped him.
Hard.
Thomas blinked.
"…Ow."
She crossed her arms.
"You idiot."
Thomas scratched his head.
"…Sorry?"
She glared at him.
"You scared me half to death."
Thomas looked at her for a moment.
Then smiled sheepishly.
"…Worth it."
She rolled her eyes.
Because the truth was—
She wasn't just his secretary.
She was his wife.
And she had nearly watched him die on live television.
Thomas leaned back into the pillow.
Still smiling.
"…That kid's amazing."
His wife sighed.
"…I know."
And somewhere far away—
Lucas slept peacefully beside Elvanor.
Unaware that his legend had just become something much larger.
Because now the world knew one thing for certain.
The era of Mythic Hunters had truly begun.
The end....