Toji's overwhelming strength and speed crushed Chiru like a bug. With the Inverted Spear of Heaven and the Playful Cloud, he showed what real power is all about. --- The arena was set, the sun burned high above, casting its golden light on two warriors standing opposite each other. Chiru, a martial artist whose skills were honed through sheer grit, cracked his knuckles. “Let’s see if you can keep up, punk!” he bellowed, brimming with confidence. Toji Fushiguro stood relaxed, a smirk playing on his lips, utterly unfazed by Chiru’s bravado. “Confidence never won a fight. Strength and speed do,” he fired back, his eyes narrowing, ready for the clash that was about to unfold. As the bell rang, Chiru wasted no time. He unleashed a flurry of active skills—punch barrages that were a testament to his training and discipline. His fists moved like lightning, each punch trying to break through Toji’s defense. But as quick as he was, it wasn’t quick enough for a beast like Toji. Toji’s reflexes were like a predator hunting its prey. He dodged left and countered with a heavy punch, the impact echoing like thunder in the arena. Chiru staggered back, his guard crumbling against the raw power thrust at him. “Is that all you got?” Toji taunted, eyes blazing with fire. Seething with determination, Chiru activated his passive skill, “Calm Down”, catching his breath and focusing his mind. He sidestepped and unleashed a light kick aiming for Toji’s knee. But Toji wasn’t just any fighter; he was a battle-hardened warrior. With the Inverted Spear in hand, he flicked it with a motion so swift it was barely seen. The staff easily parried Chiru's kick, launching him into the air with a heavy counter. “Impressive footwork, but you’re not matching my strength!” Toji bellowed as he closed the gap, powering forward with his Playful Cloud, a three-section staff that whipped through the air like a lethal serpent. Chiru saw the impending doom and thought to resort to his taijutsu, anticipating the brutal engagement that awaited him. But as Toji spun the Playful Cloud, the air became a whirlwind of lethal force. He swung with precise timing, striking Chiru mid-air, sending him crashing hard onto the ground. The impact rattled the arena, dust billowing around as Chiru groaned in agony. Chiru, wounded but unbowed, crawled on the ground, eyes filled with determination. “I’m not done yet!” he grunted, trying to muster another attack. But Toji wasn’t having it. “You really don’t know when to quit, huh? Let me show you why that’s a mistake,” he said, lunging forward with speed that seemed almost unfair. "One last move! Punch Barrage!" Chiru hissed while gathering his strength. But Toji launched himself like a hawk, the Inverted Spear of Heaven piercing the air, and with one brutal downward strike, shattered Chiru's hopes like a bone underfoot. Chiru lay defeated, and the crowd roared. The battle was over, and the victor, Toji Fushiguro, had proven that raw power mixed with speed and skill could topple even the most determined opponent. Chiru may have had spirit, but spirit alone couldn’t match the force of a warrior born for battle.