As soon as the gods announce the fight, the crowd roars in excitement, ready for the bloodshed to come. Yuji Itadori and Yuta Okkatsu's eyes lock, both filled with determination and ready to fight until the bitter end. Yuji steps forward, his pink hair flapping in the wind as he takes a deep breath, psyching himself up for what's to come. Yuta, on the other hand, stands calmly, his silky hair barely moving as he grips his katana tightly in his hand. With no more hesitation, Yuji sprints towards Yuta, ready to take him by surprise. But Yuta isn't one to be caught off guard, quickly summoning Rika, his cursed spirit, to block Yuji's punch with a black spark-covered sword. Yuji's punch meets the sword, causing a loud clang to echo throughout the coliseum. Yuta takes advantage of the distraction, dashing forward with a quick swing of his katana, aimed right for Yuji's head. But Yuji is fast, dodging out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. As he jumps back, he takes a deep breath, ready to initiate his first attack. With a smirk, he lunges forward, unleashing a devastating flurry of punches and kicks. Yuta manages to block most of the attacks with his sword, but Yuji's cursed energy still manages to land a few hits, causing Yuta to stumble out of the way. "You're not too bad," Yuta says, a hint of admiration in his voice as he charges forward, his sword now covered in pink cursed energy. Yuji dodges Yuta's attack, countering with his own roundhouse kick. However, Yuta is prepared, quickly summoning Rika to shield him from the attack. Their fight continues, the sound of their weapons clashing against each other and their curses releasing energy, echoing throughout the coliseum. The crowd cheers wildly, each blow and attack sending shivers down their spines. But as the fight intensifies, Yuji realizes that he's starting to lose his stamina. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain some strength as Yuta continues to pressure him. "I won't let you win that easily!" Yuji yells, unleashing his most powerful attack: the cursed dropkick. He launches himself towards Yuta, his foot covered in cursed energy, ready to knock Yuta out with a single blow. But Yuta is too quick, easily dodging the attack and sending a swift kick to Yuji's chest. Yuji stumbles back, gasping for air as Yuta takes advantage of the opening, unleashing his own flurry of attacks. Yuji does his best to block them, but he's too tired, too beaten down to continue. With one final blow, Yuta lands a hit on Yuji, sending him flying across the coliseum, crashing into the wall with a loud thud. The crowd goes silent, their breaths held as they watch the battle unfold before their eyes. As Yuji struggles to get back up, Yuta stands tall and proud, his katana raised high above his head. "You fought well," Yuta says, a hint of pity in his voice. "But it's time for this fight to end." He rushes towards Yuji with a speed unmatched by any other, swinging his sword with a force that could cut through anything in its path. But as the sword comes down, a sudden burst of energy engulfs Yuji, healing all of his wounds and giving him a second wind. With renewed energy, Yuji stands up, a determined look in his eyes. He summons all of his cursed energy, manifesting it into a powerful punch known as the divergent fist. The two attacks clash in an epic showdown, each one fueled by the sheer determination of the fighters. But in the end, Yuji's attack overpowers Yuta's, sending him crashing to the ground in defeat. The crowd goes wild, erupting into cheers and applause as Yuji stands victorious, his chest heaving with exertion. He looks down at Yuta, extending a hand to help him up. "You fought well," Yuji says with a smile. "We'll have to do this again sometime." Yuta nods, a newfound respect for his opponent evident in his eyes. "Next time, I won't go easy on you," he says with a grin, getting back up on his feet. The two exit the coliseum, leaving the crowd to revel in the glory of their victory. As they make their way back to their respective corners, they exchange a nod of respect, knowing that their next battle would be even more intense than the last.