The Ultimate Host

As Akashiri was about to land a final attack on Victor, the ground began shaking. Victor suddenly telepathically used his sword to stab Akashiri in his stomach laughing like a maniac. He levitated off the ground reconnecting with his lower half. I will not allow myself to be killed by an inexperienced like yourself." Victor grinned, ripping his sword out of his stomach. Blood splattered everywhere. Akashiri groaned in pain. Victor generated purple and black energy around his body, causing it to burst out creating a violent shockwave. He was now about to use his power. The ground underneath their feet cracked up and shattered like glass exposing the hidden volcano that instantly had lava gushing out of it. Lightning was striking everywhere. The sky darkened as heavy rain fell over The Isle Of Zero Degree's Celsius. His top-level was 10 quadrillion. Akashiri's power of 200,000,000,000,000 couldn't even compare. Charlotte was trying to tell Akashiri something. However since Akashiri gave up hope, he could hear anything or anyone. As Akashiri placed his head on the ground, he began hearing his ancestor talking to him. " I can tell you are on the verge of giving up." "After all that training and effort." "You realize if you just keep your head down, he will kill you, Charlotte, and every single inhabitant of The Isle Of Zero Degree's Celsius." What I am suppose to do?!" He is just too strong. Your so call destructive ancestral energy didn't help me a bit!" " It's useless! The ancestor began snickering. " And you are supposed to be the chosen one. As the ancestor kneeled down on one knee, he touched Akashiri on his forehead, opening all his chakras, exposing 90 percent of his power. The ancestral energy turned from yellow to a blue fiery colour. Akashiri stared at his hands and said: Where did this sudden boost of power come from?" asked Akashiri. " The ancestor began shaking his head tightly grasping his cane. You are the chosen one. You have had this power since the day you were created in your mother's wound. The Founders Of The Hitoshi Ninja Clan flows through your veins." Now get up and claim your title. As Akashiri opened his eyes blue fire surrounded his body. Victor turned to his head to the left and saw Akashiri powering up. Suddenly Akashiri sprinted towards Victor, kneeling him in his face, breaking his nose. Akashi then grabbed Victor by his throat and tossed him into the air, firing a beam out of his palms directly at Victor's chest. Victor evades the blue fireballs causing multiple explosions in the air, flying the area with black smoke. Akashiri then picked up his sword, generating fire around his sword, shouting The Blue Towering Phoenix!" As he sliced the air, a giant Phoenix came out of his sword. Victor's sword was ripped out of his hands because of the force. Most of his clothes were incinerated. Victor began yelling as he was being pushed further into the sky. As he shouted to the top of his lungs, he ripped The Blue Towering Phoenix in half as if it was a sheet of paper. He came back by using his double damage energy converting it into lighting, 20 million volts of pain. He fired the 20 million volts at Akashiri, who quickly picked up his sword, parrying the 20 million volts back at Victor who was then damaged by his own attack. Victor's body was engulfed. Most of his organs were fired as well as his brain. He now had horrible burns all over his body. As he crashed on the ground he was knocked unconscious. Akashiri dispersed the new ancestral energy from around his body, walking towards Victor. As he kneeled he checks his pulse to see if he was still alive. And he was. As Victor awoke he began coughing. His horrible burns rapidly healed. That was it. He used the last drop of his energy. His hair was completely gone. As Akashiri saw that he was alive he pulled out his sword and pressed it up against his neck. When Akashiri was about to slit his throat, Victor stopped him. Wait." Akashiri stepped back and sheathed his sword. Go on. You have 50 seconds. " This will take less than 50 seconds." I am hereby to once that I giving up the title up and handing it to you as well as my sword." Akashiri began nodding. Akashiri walked up towards Victor's sword and picked it up. He examined the sword, praising Victor's sense of artwork. Victor stood on his feet and sighed. We will meet again someday. When we meet I will take my sword and title back." Akashiri nodded, walking off with Charlotte. He would attempt to rendezvous with his friends.