My Magical Girl System

The two fighters collided in the center of the arena with a thunderous impact that shook the very foundations of the building. The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of roaring cheers and frenzied screams washing over the bloodstained sand.

Morrow moved first, his massive fist arcing toward Andrey’s head with devastating speed. Andrey’s white hair blazed as he raised his arm, blocking the blow with a sharp crack of impact. The force drove him back a step, but he held his ground.

He countered immediately, his fist driving into Morrow’s ribs with a surge of Ki-enhanced force. The blow landed solidly, forcing a low grunt from the undefeated champion. But Morrow didn’t stagger. He absorbed the hit and retaliated with a brutal hook that caught Andrey across the jaw.

Andrey’s head snapped to the side, but he pivoted with the momentum, spinning and driving his elbow into Morrow’s chest. The impact sent a shockwave through the larger man’s body, and for a moment, Morrow’s feet left the ground.

He landed heavily, his boots carving trenches in the sand, and let out a low, approving grunt. "Impressive."

Andrey’s voice was steady, his breathing controlled despite the pain radiating through his body. "I’m just getting started."

Morrow’s grin widened. He lunged forward again, his aura flaring as he unleashed a barrage of heavy, brutal strikes. Each blow was faster than the last, a relentless onslaught that forced Andrey onto the defensive.

Andrey weaved and dodged, his white hair trailing behind him like a comet’s tail. He parried, blocked, and countered, but Morrow’s raw power was overwhelming. A heavy fist slipped past his guard and slammed into his shoulder, sending him stumbling back.

’He’s relentless... I need to create some distance.’

Andrey activated Phantom Step, his form flickering as he reappeared several meters away. He planted his feet, channeling Ki into his palm as he prepared a counterattack.

Morrow’s eyes tracked his movement, a flicker of approval crossing his scarred face. "No matter how fast you run, you’ll still fall under my fists."

He raised his fist, dark red energy coalescing around his knuckles as he prepared his next attack. "Death Punch!"

The air around Morrow’s fist seemed to warp as he launched forward, his strike aimed directly at Andrey’s chest. The attack carried a devastating force, promising to shatter bones and organs alike.

Andrey’s instincts screamed a warning. He activated Phantom Step again, his form blurring as he vanished from his position, leaving behind only a trail of white light. Morrow’s fist passed through empty air, the shockwave rippling across the arena floor.

Andrey reappeared behind him, his palm glowing with concentrated Ki. "Ki Burst!"

The blast erupted from his palm, slamming into Morrow’s back with explosive force. The undefeated champion was thrown forward, his massive body crashing into the arena wall with a deafening impact. Dust and debris rained down around him.

The crowd fell silent for a heartbeat—then erupted into chaos.

"He hit him! The Rookie Manager actually hit Morrow!"

"Look at that damage! Morrow’s aura is flickering!"

The announcer’s voice rose, trembling with shock and excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen! The challenger has landed a devastating blow! Morrow is down!"

But Morrow rose from the rubble, his aura flaring even brighter than before. Dark red energy crackled around his body, and his eyes blazed with cold, predatory fury.

He rolled his shoulders, the grinding sound of his joints echoing through the arena. "I felt that one."

Andrey’s gaze remained steady, his body tensed and ready. "You’re still standing. Good."

Morrow’s lips curled into a slow, bloodthirsty grin. "You’re not the only one with hidden power."

He lunged forward, his fist trailing a wake of dark red energy as he launched his attack. "Crimson Hook!"

The blow caught Andrey off guard—a brutal, sweeping hook that slammed into his side with devastating force. The impact lifted him off his feet, sending him hurtling across the arena. He crashed into the sand, rolling, blood spilling from his lips as he came to a stop.

Morrow stood over him, his shadow looming. His voice carried a note of cold approval. "You’re good. But not good enough to beat me."

Andrey coughed, pushing himself up slowly. Blood dripped from his mouth, but his gaze remained steady. He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I’m not done yet."

Morrow’s grin widened. "Then show me what you’ve got."

The two fighters stood facing each other, both battered and bloodied. The crowd was a deafening roar of chaos.

Morrow moved first, his massive fist arcing toward Andrey’s head with devastating speed. Andrey’s white hair blazed as he raised his arm, blocking the blow with a sharp crack of impact. The force drove him back a step, but he held his ground.

He countered immediately, his fist driving into Morrow’s ribs with a surge of Ki-enhanced force. The blow landed solidly, forcing a low grunt from the undefeated champion. But Morrow didn’t stagger. He absorbed the hit and retaliated with a brutal hook that caught Andrey across the jaw.

Andrey’s head snapped to the side, but he pivoted with the momentum, spinning and driving his elbow into Morrow’s chest. The impact sent a shockwave through the larger man’s body, and for a moment, Morrow’s feet left the ground.

He landed heavily, his boots carving trenches in the sand, and let out a low, approving grunt. "Not bad."

Andrey’s voice was steady, his breathing controlled despite the pain radiating through his body. "I still have something left to give."

Morrow’s grin widened. He lunged forward again, his aura flaring as he unleashed a barrage of heavy, brutal strikes. Each blow was faster than the last, a relentless onslaught that forced Andrey onto the defensive.

Andrey weaved and dodged, his white hair trailing behind him like a comet’s tail. He parried, blocked, and countered, but Morrow’s raw power was overwhelming. A heavy fist slipped past his guard and slammed into his shoulder, sending him stumbling back.

’His movements are becoming unpredictable...’ Andrey thought, his mind racing even as his body ached.

Morrow pressed the advantage, his massive form moving with surprising speed. A heavy kick slammed into Andrey’s guard, forcing him to stumble. Another punch grazed his jaw, and Andrey felt the sting of fresh blood trickling down his chin.

He retreated, putting distance between them. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, his vision swimming with exhaustion.

The white glow of Overdrive flickered around him, his body pushed to its limits, but his eyes remained fixed on Morrow.

A faint, tired smile tugged at the corner of his bloody lips. "I’m starting to enjoy this fight."

Morrow’s dead eyes gleamed with a flicker of approval. A low, rough laugh escaped his scarred throat. "Good. Adrenaline is a powerful drug. The more you taste it, the more you crave it."

He rolled his shoulders, his aura flaring with renewed intensity. "Let’s see if you can handle the next dose."

Morrow lunged forward, his massive fist trailing a wake of dark red energy. "Deadly Punch!"

The attack was faster, more brutal than before. Andrey’s instincts screamed a warning. He activated Phantom Step, his form blurring as he vanished from his position, reappearing a few feet to the side. Morrow’s fist passed through empty air, the shockwave rippling across the arena floor.

But Andrey didn’t retreat. He surged forward, his body moving on instinct, his fists blazing with Ki. Adrenaline Surge kicked in—his speed and reflexes sharpening, his movements becoming a blur of white light and precise strikes.

They clashed in the center of the arena, a whirlwind of blows and counters. Andrey’s fists found their mark—one, two, three strikes landing on Morrow’s chest and jaw. But Morrow absorbed the hits, his grin widening with each impact.

"You’ve got real skill!"

He retaliated with a brutal hook that caught Andrey across the ribs, sending a sharp spike of pain through his body. Andrey stumbled, but he didn’t fall. He pivoted, driving his knee into Morrow’s side, forcing a grunt from the larger man.

Andrey’s fists found their mark—a sharp, precise strike to Morrow’s jaw, followed by a brutal hook to his ribs. Morrow staggered, but he recovered quickly, his massive hand shooting out to grab Andrey’s collar.

"Blood Piercing!"

Morrow’s fist connected with Andrey’s chest with devastating force. The impact drove the breath from his lungs, blood spraying from his mouth as the attack tore through his defenses. The world blurred around him, the roar of the crowd fading into a distant hum.

Andrey stumbled, his vision swimming. But he didn’t fall. He planted his feet, his body trembling, his gaze still fixed on Morrow.

The crowd erupted. "He’s still standing! Look at him!"

"He won’t go down!"

The announcer’s voice rose, trembling with shock and excitement. "The Rookie Manager has taken a devastating blow—but he’s still on his feet! What determination!"

Morrow’s aura flared, dark red energy crackling around his body like a living storm. His grin widened, wild and bloodthirsty. "You’re tougher than I thought, manager. But this is where it ends!"

He lunged forward, his fist blazing with concentrated power. "Crimson Annihilation!"

Andrey’s mind went quiet. The noise of the crowd, the pain in his body, the weight of the battle—all of it faded. His Ki surged, white light blazing around him as he channeled every last ounce of strength into his fist.

"Divine Punch!"

Their fists collided in the center of the arena with a deafening explosion of light and force. The shockwave rippled outward, cracking the arena floor, sending sand and debris flying in all directions.

When the light faded, Morrow was on his back, his aura completely dissipated. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, his eyes finally closed in defeat.

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, trembling with shock and disbelief. "Morrow is down! The undefeated champion has fallen! The winner is— THE ROOKIE MANAGER!"

The crowd erupted—a tidal wave of roaring cheers, screams, and applause washing over the arena. Coins and tokens rained down as bets were settled, but the chaos was overshadowed by the thunderous applause for the victor.

Andrey’s breathing was ragged, his body trembling with exhaustion. Slowly, he lifted his fist into the air, his gaze fixed on the blinding lights above.

The crowd roared louder.