The arena was abuzz with anticipation as Junichi Sakamoto-Rodríguez made his way through the shrinking battleground. His determined stride echoed with the promise of a significant confrontation. The landscape had changed drastically since his last battle, and now, his eyes were set on the next challenge—Benito Garcia.

  Announcer 1: "Folks, it's the moment we've all been waiting for! Junichi Sakamoto-Rodríguez is finally facing off against Benito Garcia!"

  Announcer 2: "Junichi's journey through the Power Royale has been marked by fierce battles and honor. Benito Garcia, with his power to manipulate distances, will test Junichi in ways we've yet to see."

  As Junichi approached Benito's location, he saw the man who had become the embodiment of self-interest. Benito Garcia stood in a commanding pose, his presence exuding confidence and indifference. The battlefield around them seemed to shrink even further, adding to the intensity of the encounter.

  Junichi drew his Ghost Katana, its blade glowing faintly with ethereal energy. He held it before him, its ominous hum cutting through the charged air. Benito turned his head slightly, his gaze cold and calculating.

  "I have sought you out, Benito Garcia," Junichi began, his voice resonating with a deep, unwavering tone. "You stand as the antithesis of honor, a man driven solely by selfish desires. In a world where the concept of honor seems lost, you embody everything that is wrong."

  Benito's lips curled into a smirk. "Honor? That's a quaint notion, Junichi. I am here to win, and that's all that matters. Your ideals are meaningless to me."

  Junichi's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the katana. "You claim not to care for honor, but it is precisely that disregard that makes you a threat to the very essence of our fight. The Ghost Katana has been passed down through generations, forged in the fires of duty and respect. It is not just a weapon; it is a symbol of the values I stand for."

  He took a step forward, his presence imposing. "I will cut you down not just for victory, but to restore the honor that you have trampled upon. Your power and your disdain for principles will not save you from the consequences of your actions."

  Benito raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed. "You can wax poetic all you want, Junichi. I'm not here for speeches. I'm here to win, and I will use my abilities to do just that."

  Announcer 1: "The tension is palpable! Junichi's monologue has set the stage for a battle of ideals versus ambition."

  Announcer 2: "Junichi's commitment to honor contrasts sharply with Benito's ruthless pragmatism. As the battlefield closes in, this confrontation promises to be explosive."

  Junichi's face remained stern, his resolve unshaken. "Then let us see if your so-called power can withstand the weight of true conviction."

  As Junichi prepared himself, Benito's smile widened, his confidence unwavering. The two stood in stark contrast, one driven by a legacy of honor, the other by a desire for victory at any cost.

  The arena seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the clash of their ideals and abilities.

  Announcer 1: "Get ready for an epic showdown! Junichi Sakamoto-Rodríguez and Benito Garcia are about to face off in a battle that will test the very limits of their powers!"

  Announcer 2: "This is more than just a fight; it's a clash of philosophies. The outcome will reshape the Power Royale as we know it."

  The scene was set, the battlefield narrowed, and the next chapter promised to unravel the fierce confrontation between honor and ambition.

  The arena fell silent as Junichi Sakamoto-Rodríguez launched himself at Benito Garcia with a speed that seemed almost too fast to follow. The Ghost Katana glinted ominously in the dim light as Junichi's blade cut through the air, aiming straight for Benito.

  But Benito stood completely still, his expression calm and unperturbed. Junichi's blade sliced through what seemed to be an empty space, and with a sudden realization, he backed away, his eyes widening.

  Announcer 1: "Whoa! Junichi's strike was swift and precise, but Benito didn't even flinch! What's going on here?"

  Announcer 2: "It appears Benito Garcia is using his ability to manipulate distances. Junichi may have just missed his mark—literally."

  Junichi stared at Benito, who remained unmoved. The tension in the air was palpable as Benito broke the silence. "Check your blade, Junichi."

  Junichi looked down at his katana, expecting to see traces of blood, but there was none. The realization hit him like a cold wave. Benito had altered the distance between himself and the blade at the last second, rendering the attack ineffective.

  Announcer 1: "Incredible! Benito's power allows him to manipulate the distance between objects. Junichi's attack missed completely!"

  Junichi's face hardened with determination. He swung the Ghost Katana again, this time with even more precision and force. But once more, Benito's nonchalant stance remained unbroken. The blade passed through the air where Benito had been standing, achieving nothing but slicing through empty space.

  Benito's smirk grew. "You see, Junichi, you cannot strike what you cannot reach. I can control the very proximity between us, and as such, I can evade any direct attack."

  Junichi's eyes narrowed, his resolve unshaken. He took a deep breath, refocusing his efforts. He began to move in a complex pattern, trying to catch Benito off guard. Each strike and maneuver was carefully calculated, yet Benito remained a step ahead, his position continually shifting just out of reach.

  Announcer 2: "Junichi's adaptability is impressive, but Benito's control over distance makes him an incredibly elusive target. Junichi will need more than just speed to land a hit."

  As Junichi prepared for another attack, Benito took a step forward, and with it, everything in the immediate vicinity seemed to float in mid-air. The gravity around them shifted, creating a surreal, almost weightless environment.

  Announcer 1: "What's happening? The entire area around Benito is defying gravity!"

  Announcer 2: "Benito's ability to manipulate distances extends beyond simple evasion. He's altering the very fabric of the battlefield."

  Junichi paused, his gaze fixed on the floating objects and the altered landscape. The scene was chaotic yet strangely serene, a surreal dance of floating debris and shifting perspectives. Benito's presence amidst the weightlessness only amplified his aura of control and power.

  Announcer 1: "This is unbelievable! Benito Garcia is using his power to turn the entire battlefield into his advantage!"

  Announcer 2: "Junichi will have to adapt to this new reality if he hopes to overcome Benito's formidable abilities."

  The stage was set for a battle unlike any other, where conventional tactics were rendered useless, and the fight would be determined by adaptability and cunning.

  Junichi's eyes narrowed as he slipped into the Soul Dimension. Time stopped, the world around him frozen in an ethereal stillness. He moved silently, his katana held at the ready, determined to catch Benito Garcia off guard.

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  But Benito's presence remained a constant enigma. Junichi scanned the scene, searching for any sign of his opponent. The Soul Dimension was a realm where he should have had the advantage, a space where Benito's physical manipulations should be ineffective.

  Announcer 1: "Junichi has entered the Soul Dimension, a realm where time is frozen. This should give him the upper hand against Benito's distance manipulations."

  Announcer 2: "Indeed, but Benito has proven to be exceptionally resourceful. Let's see if Junichi can make the most of this opportunity."

  Junichi's concentration was unwavering. He prepared to strike, aiming for what he hoped would be a decisive blow. However, even within the Soul Dimension, Benito's ability seemed to hold sway. As Junichi closed in, Benito's form flickered, and the very nature of the space around him seemed to shift. Benito's figure moved with an unnatural fluidity, as if the fabric of the Soul Dimension itself was bending to his will.

  Junichi's blade sliced through the air where Benito had been, but his target had already shifted. Benito's voice echoed eerily through the dimension, "You are in my realm now, Junichi, but I can still control the movement of my body and the space around me."

  Announcer 1: "What's this? Benito's presence is still shifting even within the Soul Dimension!"

  Announcer 2: "It seems Benito's power isn't limited to physical proximity alone. He can manipulate the movement of his own body and the area around him at an atomic level."

  Benito's form reappeared in a new position, unscathed. He continued, "My ability allows me to alter the way my body moves, and to adjust the very atoms in the surrounding area. There is no weakness I cannot cover."

  Junichi's focus tightened, sensing the rising challenge. His katana remained poised, his thoughts racing to find a way to break through Benito's seemingly invincible defense.

  Suddenly, Benito's form began to float, the entire battlefield around him defying gravity. Objects and debris hovered weightlessly as Benito took a deliberate step forward.

  Announcer 2: "Benito is using his power to alter gravity around him. This adds another layer of complexity to an already challenging fight."

  Junichi took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily. He invoked the Ghost Katana's most potent technique, summoning the strength of his ancestors. The ethereal energy of past masters surged through him, preparing him to challenge the unbeatable.

  As Junichi reactivated time, the Soul Dimension rippled with the intense power of his ancestors. Their presence infused him with heightened abilities and insights.

  Benito looked on, seemingly amused, but Junichi's resolve was now powered by the collective will of his forebears.

  Announcer 1: "Junichi is channeling the strength of his ancestors! This could be the turning point in this intense battle!"

  Announcer 2: "Benito's power is formidable, but Junichi's ancestral abilities may provide him with the edge he needs. The fight is about to get even more intense."

  Junichi readied himself, his katana shimmering with renewed energy. The battle between honor and power was about to reach its zenith, and both combatants braced for the clash that would determine their fates.

  The battlefield was a wasteland of destruction and floating debris, a grim testament to the ferocity of the ongoing battle. Junichi Sakamoto-Rodríguez, now under the control of his ancestors, moved with a speed and precision that seemed inhuman. His katana flashed in the dim light, striking with deadly accuracy.

  But Benito Garcia remained calm, his eyes gleaming with an almost sadistic confidence. He stood motionless as Junichi charged, his form appearing larger as the distance between them shrank in an instant. Benito allowed Junichi's blade to pierce his chest, the katana slicing through flesh and bone with a sickening ease.

  Announcer 1: "Junichi's strike lands! Could this be it? Benito has finally been—"

  Announcer 2: "Wait... something's not right."

  As the sword embedded deep into Benito's torso, a twisted smile crept across his face. Junichi pulled back, but something was wrong. He felt a strange force tugging at him, an invisible pressure pulling him in two directions at once.

  Benito's voice was cold and mocking, "You really thought you could defeat me with such a simple tactic? You underestimate the nature of my power."

  Junichi's eyes widened in horror as his body began to stretch unnaturally. His ancestors, sensing the danger, struggled to maintain control, but the force was too strong. It felt as if he was being pulled apart at the seams, his body slowly ripping in half as Benito's manipulation of space continued to tear at him.

  The katana slipped from Benito's wound, clattering to the ground. As it did, the wound in Benito's chest began to close, the flesh knitting back together at an impossible rate. Benito's grin widened, his voice dripping with arrogance, "I can control the way my cells move, rearranging them to heal any damage instantly. There is no wound I cannot mend, no injury I cannot undo."

  Announcer 1: "This... this is insane! Benito's wound is completely healed! Junichi's in serious trouble!"

  Announcer 2: "Benito's control over his cells is unprecedented. His ability truly seems to have no weakness."

  Junichi's struggle intensified, the force tearing at his body becoming unbearable. His ancestors, with all their strength and skill, fought to keep him whole, but the power of Benito's manipulation was too great. The katana, the symbol of his honor and legacy, lay useless at Benito's feet.

  Benito took a step forward, the ground beneath him warping as if reality itself was bowing to his will. He reached out, and with a casual flick of his wrist, the invisible force pulling at Junichi ceased. Junichi collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his body still intact but weakened.

  Benito towered over him, a figure of absolute dominance. "You see now, Junichi? My power is one without weakness. I am unbeatable, unbreakable. This battle is over."

  Junichi's ancestors, their spirits now flickering within him, urged him to stand. They refused to let their legacy end in such a humiliating defeat. With a trembling hand, Junichi reached for his katana, knowing that the battle was far from over. He had one final chance, one last move to make.

  But as he grasped the hilt of his sword, Benito's foot came crashing down on it, shattering the blade into pieces. Junichi's heart sank, his hope crumbling with the remnants of his weapon.

  Announcer 1: "Junichi's katana is... it's destroyed! How can he fight now?"

  Announcer 2: "This could be the end for Junichi. Without his weapon, without his ancestors' blade, he's lost his most powerful tool."

  Benito leaned down, his voice low and menacing, "It's over, Junichi. You cannot win."

  Junichi looked up at Benito, his body battered and broken, his spirit wavering on the edge of despair. But deep within, the fire of his ancestors still burned. Even without the katana, even with his body on the brink of collapse, he would not surrender. He would fight until the very end.

  And as Benito raised his hand for the final blow, Junichi prepared himself for the ultimate sacrifice, one last act of defiance that would define his honor, even in defeat.

  The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows across the battlefield. The once-vibrant landscape was now a graveyard of shattered dreams and broken bodies, the air thick with the stench of blood and death. William Dangerfield, Angelo Vasquez, and Kindliker Kluckson moved cautiously through the desolate terrain, their eyes scanning for any signs of life—or danger.

  William led the group, his expression tense, the usual cocky smirk absent from his face. The weight of the recent battles had sobered him, the reality of the Power Royale sinking in deeper with each passing hour. He tightened his grip on the metal shard he'd shaped into a makeshift weapon, his senses on high alert.

  Announcer 1: "Looks like William's on the hunt again! But what's he searching for this time? Another opponent to take down, or something more sinister?"

  Announcer 2: "Given the state of the arena, I'd say it's likely the latter. The competition is thinning out, and every step could lead to the discovery of something... unexpected."

  Angelo, in his human form, walked beside William, his eyes darting around nervously. He didn't say much, but his expression spoke volumes. He had a bad feeling about this area, a nagging sense of dread that gnawed at him. The animals he could transform into always had a keen sense of danger, and right now, every instinct screamed at him to turn back.

  Kindliker, trailing behind, was his usual self—nervous, jittery, and mumbling complaints under his breath. His ability to nullify powers within a mile was both a blessing and a curse, keeping them safe from any surprise attacks but also making him feel even more useless. He knew he wasn't cut out for this, and the fear of death loomed large in his mind.

  Kindliker: "I-I don't like this, guys. Something's wrong. We should just... go back, y'know? Find a safe place to hide..."

  William shot him a glare, silencing him. "Shut up, Kindliker. If you're too scared, stay back. But I'm not letting some fear stop me. We're close—I can feel it."

  Angelo nodded in agreement, though he didn't share William's confidence. "Let's just stay focused. If Benito's been through here, we need to be ready for anything."

  The three continued their search, the landscape growing more foreboding with every step. The ground was uneven, littered with broken weapons, splintered trees, and the occasional bloodstain. It was clear that a fierce battle had taken place here recently.

  Then, Angelo's eyes caught something ahead, something that made his blood run cold.

  "William... over there," he whispered, pointing to a clearing up ahead.

  William followed Angelo's gaze and felt his stomach drop. In the clearing, scattered like discarded toys, were the remnants of a body. Blood was everywhere, staining the ground and the surrounding debris. It was as if the person had been torn apart, each limb, each piece of flesh, ripped from the body with ruthless precision.

  William swallowed hard and approached the scene, his heart pounding in his chest. "Is that... Junichi?"

  The closer they got, the more evident it became. The torn pieces of fabric, the shattered katana blade—this was indeed Junichi Sakamoto-Rodríguez. His body had been torn asunder, his honor and dignity shattered along with him.

  Kindliker gagged at the sight, turning away in horror. "Oh God... I-I can't look... this is too much..."

  Angelo knelt beside the largest piece of Junichi's body, his expression grim. He reached out, placing a hand on what remained of Junichi's chest, and closed his eyes. "This wasn't just a kill. This was something else... something personal."

  William's face darkened, his jaw clenched in anger. "Benito. It had to be him. No one else could do this."

  Announcer 1: "Oh man, what a brutal scene! Our noble warrior Junichi, reduced to pieces! Who could be responsible for this horrific act?"

  Announcer 2: "There's no doubt in my mind, it's Benito Garcia. His ability to manipulate distance and molecules... he's become something beyond what we imagined. And now, he's showing just how dangerous he really is."

  William stood, his fists tightening until his knuckles turned white. He could feel a burning rage building inside him, a desire for vengeance against the monster responsible for this atrocity. "We're going after him," he said, his voice cold and determined. "Benito's not getting away with this."

  Angelo rose to his feet, his eyes filled with the same resolve. "We have to be careful, William. Benito's not just powerful—he's smart. We can't rush into this."

  William nodded, but his mind was already set. He wouldn't rest until Benito was dead, until justice was served for Junichi and all the others who had fallen. This wasn't just about the billion dollars anymore—it was about survival, about righting the wrongs that had been done.

  Kindliker, still trembling, reluctantly followed as William and Angelo began to move again, their path now clear. They had a new target, a new mission, and nothing would stop them from seeing it through.

  To be continued...