The Ultimate Host

Since Kai didn't fully master the power of The Budda, Feng had nothing to worry about. Feng took off his shirt, exposing the scars he claimed in the first and second great war. He clenched his hands into fists, surrounding his body in a purple aura. The clouds began to darken. It began raining. Kai fired two Budda Palms at Feng. Feng dodged the Buddha Palms and laughed. " Only one person will be victorious. "And it will not be you." Kai laughed. " "I won't be so sure." Kai stuck his hand in the air. He began charging up a bright yellow beam in his hand that seemed as if it was the sun it's self.

"Do not underestimate the power of The Budda!" yelled Kai. Kai heaved the giant bright yellow beam at Feng. Feng also fired a beam at the giant bright yellow beam that deemed as if it was a more powerful Reinforced Blast from his hands by clashing them together. Two explosions occurred, causing the riled-up crowd to run away from the Coliseum. When the smoke from the explosions dispersed, Feng still stood on his feet. His entire body was covered in dirt from the explosions. Kai, on the other hand, was covered in blood. He had many broken bones and ruptured organs. Kai vomited up blood, collapsing on his knees.

Feng began shaking his head as he walked up to Kai. " It's like I told you before." " I will claim victory. Kai was outraged spar blood in Feng"s face. This made Feng angry. He suddenly punched Kai so hard in his chest, his heart stopped. Kai The Warrior Monk died instantly. Jon who watched the entire fight had a smile on his face. " And the winner is Feng Zen, Of The Zen Clan!" Feng opened the steel cage with his bare hands walking out. Even though he seemed as if he was unstoppable he still trained like a madman. Feng walked into the V.I.P. room, cleaning the dirt off his body with a towel. He tossed the dirt drenched towel to the side, breathing heavily. Feng wanted to fight someone with incredible power. Someone who would finally defeat him.

He had been waiting for that person for 50 years. He was 120. The tournament would be soon over. The last match would be Cross against Orion. Since both of them wanted to take down the rest of The Zen's they had a plan. The match would take place in approximately 2 days. In those 2 days, they had enough time to work out the plan.

2 days later... Malar Coliseum...

Jon was still in his old man's form. The remaining Zen Clan members would watch the fight. Those remaining Zen Clan members were Veil, Raleigh, Victor, Feng. Since Ferris and Noxious were deceased, a Zen who took control of a small country, checked in to help. His name was Blade Zen. Blade Zen was a very impatient Zen. Unlike the other Zen's he didn't like bloodshed. He believed in justice. Secretly he was undercover. He was an agent of The Federation who had been tracking the Zen Clan for almost 20 years. He betrayed his clan. However, he did this because he saw what the Zen Clan did. Destroyed and pillage many countries and peaceful civilizations.

He would arrest each and every Zen Clan member if it was the last thing he did. His weapon was a scythe. Countless villains were brought to justice by his blade. He was smoking a cigarette at the moment. He believed no one knew he was undercover. The only one who suspected anything was Veil. He wasn't sure but he suspected so weird activity. Secretly Blade had a tattoo of The Federation symbol on his back. The Federation symbol was two swords clashing together. Jon yelled: "Began!" Both of them went into their fighting stances. After 3 minutes none of them still attacked each other. The crowd began booing. " What's the hold-up?" asked Jon. Cross suddenly fired a spike at Jon. Orion followed up with a beam. The crowd was confused. When the smoke cleared up, Jon stood in the same spot without a scratch on his body.