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𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘚 | ɪɴᴛᴇʀ-ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - 5

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Moon and Dai faced each other, tension hanging in the air like an invisible thread.

The clash between their realms was imminent, their energies colliding in a way that sent ripples throughout the battlefield.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝘿𝙖𝙞'𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙧; 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 100 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

𝘐𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦—𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘋𝘢𝘪 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

Dai (thinking): "I need to figure out what her realm is made of."

"This isn't just some basic summoning technique."

Moon, on her bike, sped through her domain, her mind racing faster than her vehicle.

Moon (thinking): "Strange... Even though our power output seems equal, my barrier activated while his did not."

"Could it be that his realm is entirely barrier-less?"

"Interesting... This just makes it harder to pinpoint what his technique is."

Bikes, possessed by the automatic function of the Death Racer realm, began swarming in random, chaotic directions, their tires screeching as they sped toward Dai.

But as they neared him, something unexpected happened.

One by one, the bikes exploded, crashing into each other and combusting in spectacular bursts of fire and metal.

The chain reaction continued, igniting more bikes until the sheer magnitude of explosions shattered Moon's barrier completely.

The intense backlash of the broken barrier sent a shockwave through Moon's mind, causing her to scream out in pain.

Moon: "𝘼𝙂𝙃𝙃𝙃!"

Dai chuckled coldly, watching her struggle to maintain composure.

Dai: "How are you feeling now, Moon? I have to admit, I was impressed when you took down Goro.

"But in truth, your victory was hollow. You may have exerted some effort—perhaps a measly 1%—but the flaw in your realm technique is glaring."

Moon, coughing up blood, tried to piece together what he was saying, her vision blurring as the pain from her damaged brain pulsed through her body.