In this heavyweight clash of warriors, Guts, the legendary swordsman, proved that raw power and relentless will can bulldoze through even the toughest of opponents. Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira, showcased incredible skills and abilities with his Kusarigamajutsu and Stone Breathing techniques, but he was up against a monster forged in the fires of battle: Guts. As the sun sank low on the horizon, the arena roared to life. Guts, towering at 6'8", brandished his colossal Dragon Slayer. His grip was steady, the sword's dark steel gleaming in the fading light, echoing the countless battles he had fought. Opposite him stood Gyomei, a muscular figure with an aura of calm stoicism. The blind Hashira listened intently, though he couldn't see the battlefield; he felt the vibrations in the ground, interpreting Guts’s presence like a true beast hunter. “Come on, you rock-hard son of a boulder!” Guts roared, a wicked grin splitting his battle-hardened face. “Let’s see if you can stand up after my first swing!” He charged forward, his Berserker Armor tightening around him like a second skin, igniting a primal fury deep within. Gyomei responded to the challenge with the unyielding resolve of stone. “Though I may be blind, I sense your movements, swordsman. You will be reduced to dust.” With a swift motion, he launched the chain of his flail, swinging it with precision as he aimed for Guts’s legs, hoping to trip the legendary warrior and bring him down. But Guts was not to be taken lightly. With a burst of speed surprising for someone of his size, he dodged left, feeling the rush of air as the flail missed him by mere inches. “Not today! You think I’ll fall for that trick?” He brought the Dragon Slayer around, aiming a savage downward strike toward Gyomei. The Stone Hashira braced himself, using his reflexes to block the attack with his axe. The ground beneath them shook upon impact, sending shockwaves through the arena. Guts's strength was monstrous, nearly overwhelming as his swing pushed Gyomei back several paces. “You’ve got some muscle, but let’s see if you can keep up!” Gyomei, indomitable in nature, quickly regained his footing. “I am no mere pebble to be cast aside. The earth stands firm.” Channeling his Slayer Mark, Gyomei engaged the Transparent World ability—an uncanny perception granting him insight into Guts's strikes. With heightened awareness, he sidestepped the next blow and swung the flail in a wide arc, seeking to ensnare Guts. But in a dazzling display of mastery, Guts countered, unleashing a barrage of strategies he had developed over countless encounters. “You’ll have to do better than that!” With calculated precision, he parried the strikes, using his intelligence in combat to always remain one step ahead. The berserker fought through his injuries with sheer will, each bruise fueling his ferocity. Guts launched forward, overpowering Gyomei with a series of brutal blows. The Dragon Slayer sliced through the atmosphere with a roar, and Gyomei found himself on the defensive, struggling to adapt to the onslaught. Each collision of weapon against weapon erupted like thunder, the battle shaking the very earth beneath them. Finally, the moment of triumph arrived. Guts, drawing deep from the well of his fighting spirit, filled his lungs with battle cries and charged one last time, his sword raised high. “With every heartbeat, I grow stronger! Take this!” The slash was monumental, swinging down against all odds. Gyomei attempted to counter, but the power of the strike was too great. The Dragon Slayer crashed down, slicing through defenses, and with one magnificent blow, Guts delivered the final strike. As Gyomei fell to his knees, he grit his teeth, admiration glimmering in his blind eyes. “You… are a true warrior…” And with those words, he surrendered to the inevitable. Guts stood amidst the dust and debris of the arena, a fierce grin spreading across his scarred face as he let out a primal roar of victory.