Chapter 121: Against Thor
Natasha and Diana stood face to face in the grand Asgardian arena, a crowd of curious warriors encircling them. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the two women prepared for another intense sparring match.
Natasha, clad in her sleek black combat suit, ignited the Demon Flame in her hands. The dark, fiery energy flickered like a living entity, ready to lash out at her opponent. Her movements were precise and fluid, honed through years of training and countless battles. Her eyes gleamed with determination, showing no sign of hesitation.
Diana, on the other hand, exuded an aura of raw, untamed power. Her Cursed Blood technique caused a faint, eerie crimson mist to emanate from her body. Unlike Natasha's focused control, Diana's power seemed almost alive, pulsating with chaotic energy. Her pale features contrasted sharply with the malevolent force surrounding her, making her an intimidating opponent.
The match began with a burst of speed. Natasha darted forward, her agility unmatched, as she launched a series of rapid strikes infused with the Demon Flame. Each punch carried a fiery trail, searing the air as they aimed for Diana. But Diana was ready. Her Cursed Blood formed a crimson shield around her, deflecting Natasha's attacks with ease.
"You're faster than before," Diana remarked with a sly smirk, her voice laced with admiration and challenge.
"And you're tougher than ever," Natasha retorted, pivoting gracefully to avoid a counterstrike.
Diana retaliated with a sweeping motion, sending tendrils of Cursed Blood toward Natasha. The tendrils writhed like snakes, their tips sharp and deadly. Natasha leapt into the air, narrowly avoiding them, and countered by launching a wave of Hell Wind. The invisible force rushed toward Diana, slicing through the arena floor as it traveled.
The impact caused a shockwave that sent dust and debris flying. Diana stumbled slightly but steadied herself, her Cursed Blood absorbing much of the damage. She grinned, her eyes glowing faintly red. "You're going to have to try harder than that," she taunted, her voice dripping with confidence.
The two women continued their clash, trading blows and counterattacks with relentless intensity. Natasha's Demon Flame burned brighter with each strike, while Diana's Cursed Blood grew more volatile, forming jagged spikes and whips that lashed out unpredictably.