The neon-lit Shibuya Town square was plunged into an eerie silence as Red and Mahito faced off against each other. The old master's long gray hair flapped in the wind, and his shirtless torso was fully exposed to the air. Standing across from him, clad in black clothes and sporting stitches across his face, stood Mahito, the special-grade cursed spirit. "You are no match for me, old man," taunted Mahito as he stepped closer to Red. "My cursed technique of Idle Transfiguration can change your body into a twisted amalgamation of flesh and bone in the blink of an eye." "Bah! Your cursed technique won't be enough to defeat me," replied Red with a contemptuous sneer. "I am the Combat Master Red, and I have defeated countless foes in my long years." The two combatants circled each other, each assessing the other's weaknesses. Then, in a blur of motion, Mahito launched his first attack. A multitude of spikes shot out from his body and hurtled toward Red, who was forced to unleash his Wind Wall to block the onslaught. Mahito chortled with glee. "Your Wind Wall won't protect you for long, old man. I will shred your soul to pieces with my Soul Shred!" And with that, Mahito lunged forward, his blades slicing through the air. Red, however, was more than a match for Mahito's attacks. With his years of experience, he parried each blow with precision, returning strikes of his own with his signature Dragon's Fist, lighting up each punch with a burst of flames. The two fighters fought on, their bodies surrounded by the flickering neon lights of Shibuya. Mahito's Domain Expansion: Self Embodiment of Perfection allowed him to manipulate the souls of his foes, causing their skin to bubble up and explode. But Red wasn't easy prey, and he utilized every bit of his Combat Master experience to dodge each attack. As the battle drew on, Red realized that his true strength lay not just in his body, but in the bonds he had forged with his students. With a resounding cry, he called out to them, and, to his surprise, they appeared out of nowhere, each one of the Element Brothers ready to leap into action. "Now, my students!" Red bellowed. "Aelion, Luca, Thorne, Kai, show your true powers!" The Element Brothers responded with a flurry of attacks, each one landing blow after blow on Mahito's twisted form. Red himself took the opportunity to deliver the final blow with his Iron Will Strike, smashing his enemy to the ground with a force that shook the very earth. Mahito's twisted form lay there for a moment, then disintegrated into dust, leaving Red and his students standing victorious over the neon-lit Shibuya Town square. "You may have been strong, but you are not nearly as strong as you thought, Mahito," declared Red, panting heavily after the intense battle. "Ha! Don't get too cocky, old man," came Mahito's voice from somewhere in the shadows. "I will come back, stronger than ever before. And I will defeat you and all your little friends." But Red wasn't afraid. He knew that he had what it took to face any challenger, no matter how strong. And as he gazed down at the twisted remains of his fallen foe, he knew that he had once again proved himself to be the Combat Master.