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Dragon monarch (124)

The tremor from Kenzo's shadow had barely subsided when the Shadow Monarch himself launched a surprise attack. In a blur of movement, he materialized directly in front of the newly emerged figure, a figure that remained shrouded in a veil of darkness.

Before anyone could react, Kenzo slammed his hands together with a sharp crack. From his fingertips, a geyser of crimson erupted. It wasn't mere blood, but a condensed essence of 'his' own cursed energy, propelled at an ungodly speed. The air around it crackled with a sonic boom so potent it pulverized everything within a thirty-meter radius.

The Dragon Monarch, momentarily distracted by the new new move, barely had time to react. He raised his arm in a defensive maneuver, the draconic armor absorbing the brunt of the attack. The impact sent a shockwave through his entire being, leaving a searing gash across his forearm, the first true wound he'd sustained in the fight.

A low growl rumbled from his throat, a mix of surprise and annoyance. "Is that all the Shadow Monarch can offer?" he bellowed, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Kenzo, however, remained undeterred. A wide grin stretched across his face, revealing a glint of madness in his eyes. "How about you come and find out yourself," he challenged, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

The scene presented a captivating tableau - the wounded Dragon Monarch, embodiment of raw destruction, towering over the grinning Kenzo, a figure fueled by desperate resolve. In the background, the newly emerged figure from the shadows cast a watchful and ominous presence. It was a standoff pregnant with untold power, a clash that could potentially decide the fate of the world. Who would emerge victorious?

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The Dragon Monarch, his fiery grin replaced by a snarl, charged at Kenzo. The very air vibrated with the raw power of their impending collision. As they met, the ground groaned under the impact, the clash echoing like thunder throughout the battlefield. The force of it rippled through the air, sending shockwaves that reached far beyond the desolate fighting ground. In cities miles away, unsuspecting civilians stumbled, bewildered by the tremors that seemed to emanate from the earth itself.

Kenzo, despite his smaller stature, fought with the ferocity of a cornered beast. He weaved between the Dragon Monarch's swings, using his agility and mastery of shadows to his advantage. While the Dragon Monarch's blows could shatter mountains, their sheer power and predictability made them easier to dodge. Kenzo, on the other hand, rained down a relentless storm of attacks. He materialized tendrils of shadow from the battlefield's debris, tripping the Monarch, then used a burst of darkness to teleport behind him, landing a solid hit on the exposed back.

The Dragon Monarch roared in frustration, his fiery aura flickering dangerously. He was used to overwhelming his opponents with brute force, yet this nimble Shadow Monarch was proving to be a thorn in his side. Every time the Dragon Monarch lunged, Kenzo danced away, leaving behind a trail of destruction where the Monarch's fist connected with the ground.

The battlefield itself became a weapon in Kenzo's hands. He manipulated the very shadows cast by the crumbling buildings, forming platforms to leap from, creating shadowy snares to momentarily bind the Monarch's movements. The fight was a bizarre ballet of destruction, a deadly dance between raw power and cunning tactics. Who would tire first, the relentless storm or the elusive shadow?

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Kenzo gritted his teeth, a bead of sweat tracing a salty path down his temple. A sick feeling churned in his stomach as he watched the Dragon Monarch rampage across the battlefield. Shinjuku, once a vibrant city, was now a smoldering wasteland, a testament to the destructive power unleashed by this monstrous being.