Ash Ascendant: Chapter 25

Hi all, 

Here’s the second chapter for the week. Ash and Erica begin their exploration and quickly realise that there's more than just Pokemon to contend with in this place.

Chapter 25

The steel board barely squeezed through the fissure. Ash hunched forward, making himself as narrow as possible while Erika pressed against his back, her face buried between his shoulder blades.

Darkness swallowed them whole. Ash slowed their pace, uncertain of what lay ahead. His steel mask allowed him to see, but only several metres in front of him. Beyond that, the fissure stretched into nothingness.

"I can't see a bloody thing," Erika hissed.

He heard Blitz and Blaze follow them into the fissure, the latter using its pincers to brace against the walls, slowing its descent. Ash recalled the Scizor back into his mind palace before he hurt himself.

Ash guided the board downward for over a minute until it touched solid ground. "Let me check what we're dealing with."

Ash could make out the passage's dimensions—narrow but navigable, with steep walls extending upward. 

"How can you see anything?" Erika asked, stepping off the board.

"The mask enhances my senses. Aren’t you an Essence Realm Cultivator? Your senses must be sharper than mine."

“Don’t be so sure.” Erika conjured a small flame on her hand, illuminating the surroundings. “I usually rely on external sources.”

Ash reached into his mind palace and retrieved a headlamp. "Here. This is much more effective."

Erika strapped the headlamp on and looked around. "The passage runs in both directions."

Ash sent a command through his steel mask. The three invisible Giru robots darted forward to scout the tunnel.

"Keep your guard up," Ash warned Blitz. "We're in unknown territory."

Blitz beeped in acknowledgment.

The tunnel narrowed in places, forcing them to squeeze sideways to continue. Ash noticed something odd about the wall surface—irregular patterns etched into the stone. He ran his fingers over the markings.

"Look at these," he called to Erika.

She knelt beside him, her headlamp illuminating the etched patterns. "These are acid burns."

"Poison-type Pokemon?"

"Most likely." 

A warning flashed across Ash's mask interface. One of the Giru robots had detected movement ahead. He signaled Erika to stop.

"Something's coming."

They pressed against the wall as Ash watched through the robot's feed. A Pokemon flitted through the darkness—a Zubat, unlike any he had seen before. Its wings had developed crystalline structures.  

The variant suddenly veered toward one of the cloaked robots, fangs bared. It slammed into the invisible sphere.

"They can see through the stealth," Ash muttered. "Blitz, forward!"

The Magneton shot ahead. The Zubat abandoned its attack on the robot and screeched, the sound reverberating painfully through the tunnel.

"Call back your robots," Erika said, covering her ears.

Ash recalled the Giru units to his mind palace with a thought. The variant Zubat emitted a piercing screech that bounced off the tunnel walls, amplifying into a disorienting cacophony.

Blitz surged forward and unleashed a Thunder Shock. Lightning split the darkness before striking the Zubat. The Pokemon spasmed in mid-air, but to Ash’s shock, it quickly recovered from the attack. 

The Zubat twisted its body, wing membranes flexing unnaturally. With a violent contraction, it launched a volley of crystal shards from its wings. The projectiles whistled through the air, several striking Blitz's metallic body with sharp pings while others embedded in the tunnel walls around Ash and Erika.

Blitz rotated defensively, units spinning to minimise his profile as it retreated. The Zubat flapped its wings, quickly closing the distance.

Ash signaled for a stronger attack. Blitz's three units aligned perfectly, forming a triangular circuit. Electricity built between them as the power quickly accumulated while the Zubat prepared another crystal volley.

Blitz discharged a Thunder Shock, filling the narrow tunnel with blinding light. The concentrated electrical attack caught the variant mid-lunge, electricity coursing through its body. 

The Zubat stopped in mid-air, before dropping to the ground, unconscious. 

Ash crouched beside the fallen Pokemon, examining it with cautious fingers. The crystalline structures weren't merely surface mutations as he'd initially thought. They formed an organised network beneath the creature's skin, a lattice of translucent filaments. He pressed gently near a wing joint, revealing how the crystal had fused with bone and muscle tissue.

Pulling out his Pokedex, Ash scanned the creature. The screen flickered several times before announcing: "Unknown variant. The base species is Zubat. Additional data required."

"Not exactly helpful," Ash muttered, tucking the device away.

The mutation hadn't just changed the Zubat's appearance but had granted it entirely new offensive capabilities. Like the Tyranitor they encountered earlier.

This wasn't different enough to classify as an entirely new species, but it certainly qualified as a distinct form—similar to the Alolan Diglett he'd encountered previously. But they were variant Pokemon that were around before the Tower. These Pokemon were likely a consequence of centuries of being stuck in this environment and forced to adapt.   

Erika knelt beside the Zubat. “This is going to cause a commotion among the upper floors. We have found an entirely new strain of Pokemon.”

“I suppose so,” Ash said. “Is it just me, or are they unusually aggressive?”

“They have stuck down here for a long time without coming into contact with humans. It’s no wonder they are so aggressive.”   

“Are you sure about that?” Ash frowned. “Regardless, I'd like to capture a Steel-type Pokemon.” 

"How many pokeballs do you have on hand?”

“Plenty.”

“I suggest capturing as many as you can. They aren’t just valuable as personal Pokemon. Everyone here has to be worth a lot due to how unique they are." 

Erika retrieved an empty pokeball from her belt. "I'm taking this one."

She threw the Pokeball, and it struck the unconscious Zubat. After three shakes, it signaled a successful capture.

"We should keep moving," Ash said, standing up.

They continued further into the tunnel. 

"What happened to these Pokemon?" Erika asked after they'd walked in silence for several minutes. "Environmental adaptation can’t be the only reason for the massive changes."

"There is evidence of a civilisation. If humans can adapt, then it stands to reason Pokemon can too.”

Erika frowned. “What would the humans look like? Is it even possible to adapt to this environment?”

“Well, we’re okay so far,” Ash said. “The Tower Association said this environment is toxic, but maybe it’s only localised to certain areas. Or maybe it’s our cultivation realms that’re protecting us.”

“Are you implying that there is a race of powerful cultivators down here? That is hostile to us? The Pokemon are bad enough.”

“Let’s hope that’s not the case.” Ash paused as something occurred to him. "It’s not just the biology and environment that are strange. This entire area contradicts what we know about the Tower's structure. Each floor is supposed to get larger as you ascend, making the Tower look like an inverted triangle. But this area is supposed to be massive, comparable to multiple floors."

“This place is weird,” Erika said. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come here.”

Ash shrugged. “If it gets too dangerous, we should be able to escape.”

After nearly an hour of walking, the tunnel opened into a vast cavern with a low ceiling. A hidden lake lay before them, its surface shimmering with a soft purple hue.

“Poison,” Erika muttered.

In the centre of the toxic lake stood an island, its surface covered with strange vegetation. Plants with metallic stems and crystalline flowers caught what little light existed, reflecting it in prismatic patterns across the cavern walls.

Erika grabbed Ash's arm. "I've never seen anything like them. We need to harvest those plants."

"Let me check for dangers first." Ash summoned the Giru robots again. 

He sent a command through the mask to scout the island. The robots zipped across the lake, recording everything. Through their feed, Ash confirmed the island appeared unoccupied.

"No visible threats," Ash reported. "Let's go."

He summoned his steel board, and they flew over the lake. The toxic substance below bubbled occasionally, releasing fumes that made Ash's eyes water despite the mask's protection.

They were halfway to the island when the surface erupted. Tentacles—dozens of them—shot upward, dripping with purple toxin. 

"Up!" Erika screamed.

Ash yanked the board higher, narrowly avoiding a tentacle that whipped past his face. Another grazed his ankle, the contact burning through his boot instantly. Pain seared up his leg as the toxin ate through skin.

He looked down and spotted the Pokemon in the lake. The appendages belonged to Tentacruels. Their bodies were the same colour as the lake, suggesting they had adapted to living there. 

Ash dodged another barrage of tentacles. They extended at least three times the normal range of a standard Tentacruel, whipping through the air as they targeted the hovering board. With the ceiling just above them, he couldn’t gain more height to avoid them. 

“Blitz,” Ash called.

Blitz zoomed over and unleashed a devastating electrical discharge. Lightning forked across the lake's surface, connecting with multiple Tentacruel variants. Their tentacles spasmed and retracted, buying precious seconds for Ash to guide the board toward the island.

They landed hard, tumbling onto the strange vegetation. Erika recovered first, crawling to Ash's side.

"Let me see your leg."

The acid had burned through his boot and eaten a quarter-sized hole in his ankle. Blackened flesh surrounded the wound, which continued to smoke faintly.

Erika pulled a vial from her pocket and unstopped it with her teeth. "This will hurt."

She poured the clear liquid onto the wound. Ash bit down on his lip to keep from screaming as the potion neutralised the toxin. The pain receded to a dull throb.

"Thanks," he managed.

“I don’t know how effective it is,” Erika said. "I’m not sure what effects the toxin might have due to the mutation."

“It feels fine to me.”

“That’s not very reassuring,” Erika said, helping him to his feet.  "Can your robots scout underwater?" 

Ash shook his head. “Something to consider for a future design. I never thought I would find myself in a situation where I needed it.”

The island's vegetation surrounded them. Metallic stems clinked softly against each other while the crystalline flowers emitted faint humming tones.

"Let's make this quick," Ash said, scanning the island for movement. 

He summoned Blaze from his mind palace as an extra precaution. His Pokemon kept watch as Erika moved methodically through the plants, collecting samples and placing them in her bag. 

As Erika continued gathering samples, Ash circled the island's perimeter. The toxic lake had settled, though he spotted movement beneath its surface, suggesting the Tentacruel variants were still monitoring them.

Near the far edge, partially buried in vegetation, he discovered something entirely unexpected—twisted metal and shattered glass. He pushed aside the plants to reveal more of the wreckage. What he uncovered stopped him cold—the unmistakable remains of an aircraft.

The fuselage had cracked open like an egg, its frame warped from impact. The hull was severely corroded, suggesting it had lain here for a considerable time. Through what remained of the cockpit's shattered windscreen, he spotted a control console with unfamiliar instrumentation and two pilot seats, their upholstery long rotted away.

"What's this doing here?" Ash muttered. “Erika, come and take a look at this.”

Erika rushed over and stopped in her tracks when she spotted the wreckage. "An aircraft? Here?" 

"I've only seen an aircraft in books," Ash said. 

"I've flown an aircraft on the higher floors," Erika replied, examining the wreckage. "But this design is far different. It appears to be designed more for speed than transporting passengers."

"How did it get here?" Ash wondered aloud. "And what was it doing before it crashed?"

“Whatever it was doing, it’s really old,” Erica said. “I doubt it’s still capable of flying.”

The noise appeared from across the lake—voices tangling together in a discordant chorus. Ash snapped his head up.

"What's that?" Erika whispered.

Through his mask's enhanced vision, Ash detected movement at the far side of the lake. Multiple signatures registered, each radiating cultivation energy that made his skin prickle.

"Get down," Ash hissed, pulling Erika behind the aircraft wreckage.

Blaze and Blitz lowered themselves without command, understanding the situation. They waited, breaths held as the voices grew closer. After a minute that stretched like an hour, figures appeared at the edge of the lake.

Ash squinted, trying to make out details. Something seemed wrong about their silhouettes.

"Are they cultivators who came to explore?" Erika whispered.

"I don't think so," Ash murmured, watching as one figure separated from the group.

The figure extended a limb, pointing directly at their island. 

"I think they know we're here," Ash said. "We need to leave now."

"What? They might be friendly," Erika protested.

"You are completely lacking in any survival instincts," Ash snapped, summoning his steel board from his mind palace.

He pulled Erika onto the board behind him before recalling his Pokemon. The board rose silently from the vegetation. Ash directed it towards the passage entrance, keeping low to minimise their profile.

They were halfway across the lake when the first projectile whistled through the air. Pure instinct drove Ash to dive sharply, the board dropping several metres in a stomach-lurching plunge. Something sliced through the space where they'd been moments before.

More crescent-shaped objects followed, spinning through the air. One passed close enough for Ash to identify it—a bone, sharpened to a lethal point. The projectile curved and flew backwards, as if returning to the one who threw it.  

"They're trying to kill us!" Erika shrieked, clinging to his waist.

Ash zigzagged the board through the air, each manoeuvre more desperate than the last. The Tentacruel variants sensed the commotion, tentacles breaking the surface again, creating an additional layer of hazards.

A projectile grazed the board's edge, the impact sending them into a momentary spin. Ash corrected their course, but not before spotting their pursuers flowing across the toxic lake's surface. They weren't swimming—they were running atop it, feet barely dimpling the water.

"How are they doing that?" Erika gasped.

Ash didn't waste a breath answering. The tunnel entrance loomed ahead, its darkness promising temporary sanctuary. They shot into the narrow passage, and Ash pushed the board to its maximum speed.

The fissure's vertical shaft appeared, and Ash yanked the board upward. They ascended rapidly, the walls blurring past. A glance down revealed their pursuers hadn't given up—pale forms were scaling the walls, moving with inhuman agility.

Another bone projectile ricocheted off the wall, missing Ash's head by centimetres. The creatures were gaining, their elongated limbs finding purchase on seemingly smooth stone.

The next throw found its mark. A crescent bone struck the board's underside, the impact jarring it from Ash's control. The board wobbled violently before tipping sideways, throwing them against the fissure walls.

Pain exploded through Ash's shoulder as he slammed into rock. His fingers scrabbled for purchase, finding a narrow ledge. Beside him, Erika clung to a similar outcropping, blood streaming from scrapes across her palms.

The board clattered against the stone and disappeared below before Ash managed to recall it into his mind palace. Without its support, they were trapped—suspended against the walls with pursuers closing fast.

"Summon your Pokemon!" Erika cried.

"There's no space for them to fight," Ash replied, eyes locked on the closest creature.

It pulled itself level with them, and Ash finally got a clear view. His blood turned to ice.

The thing had once been human—or something close to it. Its skin stretched pale as chalk over a skeletal frame, limbs unnaturally elongated and jointed in too many places. A loincloth of tattered material hung from its waist, the only concession to clothing. Where eyes should have been, only smooth skin covered empty sockets.

Yet despite its blindness, its head tracked Ash perfectly. The creature's mouth opened, revealing needle-like teeth arranged in concentric circles. It screeched—a sound that drove spikes of pain through Ash's skull.

More creatures climbed into view, their eyeless faces turning towards the sound. Ash released Blitz, the Magneton materialising in the cramped space. Before it could attack, one creature launched itself across the gap, slamming into Ash with bone-jarring force.

Clawed fingers dug into his shoulders as the creature's mouth gaped wider. Ash managed to push his forearm under its chin, keeping those teeth from his throat. Its breath washed over him—the stench of something long dead yet somehow still moving.

He drove his knee upward, connecting with the creature's torso. The impact should have shattered ribs, but it merely hissed and tightened its grip. Ash summoned Steelium to his free hand, forming a spike that he drove into the creature's side.

It shrieked and loosened its hold enough for Ash to heave it sideways. The creature tumbled away from the wall, disappearing into darkness below.

Blitz discharged electricity in a defensive sphere, forcing other climbing creatures back momentarily. But more kept coming.

A bone struck Ash's temple with stunning force. His vision swam, darkness bleeding in from the edges. He desperately tried to maintain consciousness, aware that passing out meant certain death.

The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Erika's face, her mouth open in a scream he could no longer hear.

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Ash jolted awake, his skull throbbing as consciousness returned. Concrete pressed cold against his cheek. He sat up slowly, nausea washing over him in waves as the movement aggravated his injuries.

His fingers instinctively reached for his face. The mask was gone. Panic flared briefly before his hand encountered something else—a metal band encircling his throat. His fingers traced its contours, finding a locking mechanism at the back.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, pushing himself upright.

Darkness surrounded him, but he was able to make out some details. 

Metal bars surrounded him, their curved design forming an oval cell. Similar enclosures flanked him on either side, one containing a huddled figure. Ash ignored them for the moment, approaching the bars to test their strength. They felt solid, and he couldn’t see any gate or locking mechanism. 

He summoned Steelium to his fist, coating it in liquid metal before driving a punch against the bars with all his strength.

The impact reverberated up his arm. When he pulled back, the bar showed only a surface scratch where his fist had connected.

"It's no use. They can't be broken."

The voice came from the adjacent cell.

Ash approached the dividing bars. Through a narrow gap, he spotted a woman in a Team Magma uniform. The distinctive red fabric was now torn and filthy, darkened with stains that might have been blood. Her dark hair hung in matted tangles around a face marked with fresh bruises.

"Who are you?" Ash demanded. "Where is this place?"

"I'm Zinnia. As for this place, what else do you think it is? It's obviously a prison."

"The eyeless creatures I encountered? Were they responsible for capturing us?"

"That's right," Zinnia confirmed. "My comrades and I were captured soon after we entered Floor Zero. Although, I've come to realise that Hell is a more apt name."

Ash crossed his arms. "You're Team Magma. Forgive me if I don't spare you any sympathy."

"What does it matter?" Zinnia gave a hollow laugh. "Whether you're a good person or not, it doesn't matter down here. We're all equal in the eyes of our wardens."

"I suppose so," Ash conceded after a moment. "I would give you my name, but—"

"You're Ash Ketchum." Zinnia approached the bars separating them. "The boss has been searching for you for a long time."

Ash froze. "I can't imagine why."

"He knows you were involved with Courtney's death somehow."

"Then he has the wrong person." 

"The only reason he hasn't searched harder for you is because he's been busy with other matters. Otherwise, you would already be in his hands."

"Lucky me." Ash looked around. "Is he here as well?"

"Yes. Although, I haven't seen him."

Ash paced the perimeter of his cell, trying to make sense of his predicament. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Almost a day."

He stopped short. "That long? Do you see anyone else brought here with me?"

"Not that I could see. But they could have been taken somewhere else." She gestured vaguely down the corridor. "These tunnels branch everywhere.”

Ash resumed pacing. His mask was gone—likely in the hands of the creatures. His only consolation was that they wouldn’t be able to use it. He closed his eyes, reaching mentally for the Giru robots, but encountered only emptiness where their connection should have been. Without the mask, he couldn’t connect with them.

Had Erika and Blitz managed to escape the eyeless creatures? He sure hoped so, as he couldn’t see a way out of this predicament. 

At least his mind palace remained intact. His supplies were safe there—he wouldn't starve in this cell. He could summon food and water when necessary, though the prospect of a prolonged imprisonment made his stomach turn. He mentally catalogued his available resources, searching for anything to help him escape.

Ash reached into his mind palace, trying to summon Bastion. Nothing happened. He frowned, trying again with the same result. His hands reached for the collar. Was this thing responsible for preventing him from accessing his mind palace? 

"I suggest you preserve your energy," Zinnia said, interrupting his thoughts. "You're going to be taken to the arena soon."

"The arena?"

"Do you know why you were captured alive? It's because the creatures see us as entertainment. And what's more entertaining than seeing someone fight to their death?"

"But they don't have eyes," Ash pointed out.

"Maybe not. But they can see well enough with their other senses."

Ash nodded, remembering how the creatures had tracked him perfectly despite their lack of sight. 

He imagined the creatures had adapted to the perpetual darkness underground, making eyes redundant over countless generations. Perhaps they used sound, like Zubat, or detected heat signatures or air currents. Whatever sensory system they'd developed, it had proven devastatingly effective.

A realisation struck him, sending a chill down his spine. None of the Pokemon he had encountered had eyes, either. Why had he only just realised that point? 

"Have you already fought in the arena?” Ash asked. “Who were your opponents?"

Zinnia's expression hardened. "Why should I tell you? There is no cooperation here. As long as others are dying instead of me, I have more chances of survival."

"Are you able to access your mind palace?" he asked.

"Do you think I would still be sitting here if I could?" Zinnia snapped. "These collars prevent me from summoning my Pokemon."

Ash ignored her irritation, focusing instead on the collar. He had a way of removing it.

"Don't try and forcibly remove it," Zinnia warned. "The thing will start to strangle you if you try."

"For a Team Magma member, you're being awfully nice," Ash observed. "I thought it was in your best interest if I didn't survive."

Zinnia fell silent.

Ash raised his hand, concentrating on his Steelium ability. A slender metal spike extended from his index finger. With careful manipulation, he reshaped it into a crude key. Finding the collar's lock by touch, he inserted the improvised tool and began adjusting its shape to match the internal mechanism.

The metal responded to his will, flowing into the lock's contours. After a minute of delicate adjustments, he felt something give. The collar clicked open with a soft metallic snap, and he eased it from his neck.

Zinnia pressed herself against the bars, eyes wide with disbelief. "How did you do that?"

Ash grinned. "It's simple. I'm amazing."

"Unlock my collar," Zinnia urged. "Then we can escape."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ash scoffed. "Why would I free you when you're the enemy?"

Zinnia gripped the bars separating them. "You don't have a choice. Unless you can escape the cell with your Pokemon, your picklocking skills are useless."

"I'll take my chances."

Ash reached into his mind palace. He pulled out a water bottle and some dried meat strips. Without a word, he passed a portion through the bars. Zinnia snatched them from his hands and tore into the food.

He took a long drink from the water bottle, weighing his options. Summoning Bastion was tempting—the Lairon might be strong enough to break through these bars. But what then? He didn't know the layout of this place or how many creatures he might encounter. His captors possessed cultivation abilities. The chances of fighting his way out were slim, even with his Pokemon.

"Listen," Zinnia said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "We need to help each other if we're going to escape. I don't care about the other Team Magma members."

"You only care for your own survival? Hardly fills me with confidence."

"What I'm saying is that I'm not part of Team Magma. I'm—"

A loud clang echoed down the corridor, followed by the steady rhythm of approaching footsteps. Both prisoners froze.

"Listen," Zinnia hissed, pressing closer to the bars. "They're probably here for you. They'll take you to the arena, where you'll fight one of their kind to the death. If you win, you get a reprieve."

"What's their cultivation like?"

"How am I supposed to know? My first opponent was around my level, but that may have been a coincidence." Her eyes flicked toward the collar lying on the floor. "You have to relock your collar. This place is a fortress, so you won't be able to escape by yourself. Play along for now."

Ash nodded and snapped the collar back around his neck.

"Any more advice?" Ash asked.

"These creatures have superior senses, are faster and more ruthless," Zinnia replied. "Show it no mercy, and you might just survive."

Ash climbed to his feet as the bars to his cell rose, revealing three of the eyeless creatures. One gestured for him to move, producing a series of clicks and chirps that made no sense to him.

Two creatures flanked him as the third led him through a maze of corridors. Ash scanned each cell they passed, searching for any sign of Erika. Instead, he spotted several prisoners, the majority of them wearing Team Magma uniforms.

The corridor widened into a passage where the sound of thousands of voices reached him—not human voices, but a cacophony of clicks and high-pitched screeches that raised the hairs on his neck. The noise built as they approached a massive circular arena surrounded by tiered seating filled with the eyeless creatures. The sight sent a shiver through him.

The gate clanged shut behind him, sealing him in the dirt arena. Across the circle, another gate remained closed, presumably where his opponent would enter. Ash took a moment to consider his strategy.

Survival demanded protecting his vital points. With a thought, he directed his Steelium to flow across his body. Liquid metal spread from beneath his skin, flowing upward to cover his torso, arms, neck, and face. The metal formed a smooth mask over his features with narrow slits for his eyes. The armor wasn't complete—his limbs remained exposed, but it covered everything essential.

He'd read about this technique in the cultivation manual but had never attempted the full armor formation. The weight felt strange but manageable as he flexed his arms and rotated his shoulders, testing his range of motion. The crowd's clicking intensified, suggesting his display had excited them.

The opposite gate rose with a grinding screech. Ash dropped into a defensive stance, energy flowing through his meridians as he activated the Iron Echo Shell technique.

His opponent emerged from the shadows—taller than the guards by nearly a foot, its limbs corded with muscle that rippled beneath pallid skin. Unlike the others, this creature wore crude armor fashioned from bone plates lashed together with sinew. In its hands, it carried a curved blade.

Ash's cultivation sense prickled uncomfortably. This creature operated at the ninth stage of the Tempering Realm—three stages above him. It wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

The creature tilted its head, sensory pits on its face contracting as it analysed him. Without warning, it launched forward with explosive speed, covering the distance between them in a heartbeat.

Ash barely had time to raise his arms, the Iron Echo Shell activating as the bone blade crashed against his metal-covered forearm. The impact reverberated through his energy framework, the force flowing through established pathways exactly as Mustard had taught him. Instead of absorbing the blow, his technique redirected it outward, sending the creature staggering back two steps.

Surprise registered in the creature's body language—clearly, it hadn't expected resistance. Ash pressed his advantage, closing the distance with three quick steps. He launched a steel-covered fist toward the creature's torso, channelling energy through his arm to enhance the strike.

The creature twisted with inhuman flexibility, avoiding the full impact. Its counter-attack came instantly—a sweeping kick that connected with Ash's side before he could block. Despite his armor, the force sent him tumbling across the dirt.

He regained his footing just as the creature pressed its attack, the bone blade whistling through the air in precise arcs. Ash dodged one strike, blocked another with his armored forearm, then countered with Thunder Wave. Electricity crackled from his palm, striking the creature's chest.

The paralysis took hold for only a fraction of a second—just enough for Ash to land a solid punch to its midsection. The creature doubled over but recovered faster than Ash anticipated, its clawed hand lashing out to rake across his exposed thigh.

Pain flared as blood flowed from the wound. Ash stumbled back, adjusting his stance to favor his uninjured leg. The creature pressed forward, sensing weakness. Its attacks came faster now, each one more precise than the last.

Ash blocked where he could, the Iron Echo Shell technique redirecting force whenever possible. But the creature's superior cultivation meant each exchange left him more battered than his opponent. Blood dripped from multiple lacerations where its claws had found gaps in his armor.

The crowd's screeching reached a fever pitch as Ash found himself driven back against the arena wall. The creature lunged forward, bone blade aimed at his throat.

Ash ducked at the last possible moment. The blade embedded itself in the wall where his head had been. Before the creature could wrench it free, Ash drove a metal-encased fist into its unprotected side, feeling its ribs crack beneath the impact.

The creature shrieked, abandoning its weapon to grab Ash by the throat. Its strength was overwhelming—fingers digging into the metal covering his neck, slowly crushing it against his windpipe. Black spots danced at the edges of his vision as he struggled for air.

Desperation sparked inspiration. Ash formed a metal spike in his arm and drove it into the creature’s shoulder. It caught the creature off guard, and its grip slackened enough for Ash to break free.

He flipped backward, landing lightly on his feet several metres away. The creature charged again, but this time, Ash was prepared. He channeled all his energy into the Iron Echo Shell, creating the most perfect energy framework he'd ever managed. As the creature's fist connected with his chest, the technique activated flawlessly.

The impact energy collected, compressed, and redirected in a single fluid motion. The creature's own strength became its undoing—the force returned doubled, tripled through Ash's perfected technique. The backlash hit the creature like a sledgehammer, sending it flying across the arena to crash against the opposite wall.

Before it could recover, Ash crossed the distance in three bounding steps. He formed a Steelium spike from his palm, driving it through the creature's throat with every ounce of strength he possessed.

Hot, viscous blood poured over his hand as the creature thrashed. Its claws scraped ineffectually against his armored chest, growing weaker with each passing second. Finally, it went limp, its eyeless face frozen in an expression Ash couldn't interpret.

Silence fell over the arena. Ash stood over his fallen opponent, blood-spattered and breathing heavily, waiting for whatever came next.

So, what do you think? In the next chapter, Ash and his new ally plan their escape. 

Thanks for reading.