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Chapter 6: An Exhibition Match

A Champion's Challenge

The First Match of the Event...

Jealously

It was a feeling that Saitama hasn't felt in a long time… But seeing the fight that was happening before him now, made him wish that he was the one that doing the fighting right now. The show that WorldBreaker and Anver were displaying was nothing short of fantastical. The smell of explosive material filled the air, craters from hammer strikes peppered the terrains, and burn streaks of thrusters-against-wall were shown all over the walls of the arena. Indeed, this match was something that can't be missed by any means, and for the people watching, they were lucky enough to see that blessing.

"Damn, so this what it's like to see two S-Classes go at it…" Saitama said to himself aloud.

"Well duh, Baldy. One would expect a fight between two high level heroes to be nothing short of amazing." Tatsumaki said blankly, who was currently sitting on Saitama's shoulders, squeezing her thighs against his head.

"You got a point there. It's just weird for me to see heroes actually fighting. It's cool seeing their skills and moves being used in action, you know?" Saitama said, shaking one of Tatsumaki's legs in retaliation.

"Pfft, Just watch my watch my match Sensei, I'll show the skills I've gained in the past two weeks." Genos said, with an expectant look on his face.

"Oh yea, I can't wait to see your match, Genos. Just please, don't let the other guy lose too hard, don't want someone to be a sore loser after all this." Saitama said, patting Genos's head approvingly.

Genos was ecstatic for the praise his Sensei just said to him, and made it his mission to make sure to fully demonstrate his full range of abilities to Saitama.

"Grr… Why is Baldy saying and doing stuff like that? He should be more focused on the match…" Tatsumaki thought to herself, not knowing why she felt a slight bit annoyed when Saitama did all that stuff to Genos.

"Well, anyways, Let's just keep watching the match, I wanna see who gets the win!" Saitama shouted, pumped for the match in front of him.

Inside the Arena…

It's been about 20 minutes since the initial ring of the bell, and both heroes are still looking like themselves at the start of it. The battle between these two heroes was a fierce one, as neither side was willing to give way, not even for the slightest moment. Anver's swift motions made it near impossible for WorldBreaker to a land a decisive blow, but WorldBreaker's armor was simply too strong for any of Anver's regular attacks to make a dent in it. Like an unstoppable force, and the immovable object, both heroes were impressed at how much they were putting in to defeat the other. Yes, this fight was between two S-Class heroes that had nothing but respect for one another. This fight was filled with nothing but their will to bring the other down, in earnest, which was apparent to everyone who was seeing it happen.

"Good fighting, WorldBreaker, but I have to end this show now. Sorry for your loss!" Anver shouted, prepping for a move.

WorldBreaker wasn't going to like this, since Anver was mostly on the offense so far, leading in with light combo attacks, nothing his shield couldn't handle. But now seeing Avner slowing down, and unmoving only gave WorldBreaker a moment to pause and think.

"What's this flashlight doing now?" Thought WorldBreaker, only to be answered by a loud whirring noise.

WorldBreaker only saw Anver for a brief moment, only to find him charging up for an attack. WorldBreaker raised his shield, bracing himself for the strong attack that was going to happen at any moment.

"See the world from a different light, WorldBreaker! Special Move: Disco Ballista!" Avner shouted, releasing the charged attack.

In all directions, streams of different colored lights emitted from Anver's suit, making its way towards WorldBreaker. WorldBreaker tried raising his shield to block the attack, but the light was too fast, as it touched his armor, chinking it in the process.

"The hell? How is light breaking my armor?!" WorldBreaker shouted, as he was getting pelted by a constant stream of lights.

"My light can bend the properties of age of any material they touch. By that, I can make the years of an object go forward, or backward. By altering an object's age through light speed, I can make something old and brittle, or new and strong." Avner explained, watching as WorldBreaker's armor was showing signs of weakness.

"Not bad flashlight, not bad at all!" WorldBreaker said, trying to dodge the beams.

Avner kept up his attack going, up until his suit's batteries were drained and blinking. Although reluctant, Avner had to stop his attack, as to not shut down his suit. But seeing the weakness he had done to WorldBreaker's armor, he was more than happy with the result.

"Damn Flashlight has some good moves. Better up the ante right about now." WorldBreaker said to himself, as his armor disengaged itself, revealing 4 miniature cannon guns coming out the openings his armor made.

"Try moving through this! Special Move: Continental Coverage!" WorldBreaker called out to Anver, as all of his armor cannons fired at the same time, causing cannon shells to fly, and plumes of smoke beginning to rise from the field in front of him.

Anver flew into the air, trying his best to dodge the cannon fire in the air, but a lucky shell was able to nail him in the back, damaging his thruster pack. Anver fell into the field below, standing at the mercy of WorldBreaker's onslaught. Shell after shell came raining down in the direction WorldBreaker was facing in, and anything that was in his direction, would immediately be blown to pieces. This attack lasted for a whole 10 seconds, leaving a good portion the arena littered with craters, Good thing the crowd was behind several walls of energy barriers, to protect them from any arena interference. After the shells stopped firing, and WorldBreaker's armor showing signs of overheating, WorldBreaker kneeled down to take a breather, since that attack usually meant his armor would resemble an oven on high bake.

"How's that, you Flashlight? I only use that move for the strong ones, so feel honored that I used it on you." WorldBreaker wheezed out, liquid being seen pouring from the openings in his armor, that liquid being sweat, due to the extreme heat he was experiencing.

The field was on fire, even the snowy field was ablaze. With how many shells WorldBreaker fired from his armor, one would wonder where he kept the ammo for the things. This attack was so destructive, that almost anybody caught in the blast, would've died… Thing is, Anver isn't anybody, for he came rising out the smoky ruins of the fields, with a smile on his face. WorldBreaker looked up to see a badly hurt/dented Avner flying above him, blood dripping from his mouth, smile on his face. WorldBreaker could only laugh at this sight.

"You really are a strong one, aren't you, Flashlight?" WorldBreaker lightly chuckled, still wheezing.

"I'm honored that you used such a technique on me, WorldBreaker. But now, it's my turn!" Anver retorted, preparing a move of his own.

Anver was badly damaged from such a destructive move, but he didn't care, for he was having the time of his life. Being able to throw down with an opponent that can both take it and deal it, that was a feeling he couldn't get bored of. To face off against people like the man before him, this was a great feeling indeed.

"I took a hit from one of your moves, WorldBreaker, so be a man, and take one of mine!" Anver yelled out passionately.

"You betcha, Flashlight! Now let me see it! Show me your guts!" WorldBreaker yelled out proudly. Now fully back online, he was eager take on whatever this man had to throw at him.

WorldBreaker was impressed at how Anver was still standing, and that he wasn't going to let his display of guts go to waste. So WorldBreaker braced himself for what seemed to be Anver's last attack, and only hope that this hero above could pull it off.

Anver's suit has a special bonus to it, that bonus being that it stores solar and kinetic energy, which can be used in at later times. Anver's suit has been building up energy throughout the course of the fight, by storing sun beams and kinetic movements, and by the end of WorldBreaker's attack, Anver's suit was able to amass enough energy to pull off this one technique that he used only 3 times in his life.

This attack Anver was thinking of using was highly destructive in nature, as it overrides an object's ability to reflect light, reflecting all waves of light simultaneously. This is bad, considering an object is restricted to only one color reflection. An object can only reflect one color we humans can perceive, at a time. By removing that restriction, Anver can then quite literally vaporize the object being hit by this attack, so long that object can stay in attack zone long enough. It takes time to override an object's color restriction, and looking at WorldBreaker, Anver was certain that this attack wouldn't kill him. But for his armor, that would be a different story. So after much thinking, Anver decided that he would this move, knowing full well the risks.

This move was so dangerous, he made sure to never use it again, since it was the cause of so many deaths, and countless injuries. But for this one moment only, Anver lifted that rule, and aimed his attack towards WorldBreaker, ready to show him his guts and all. So with a final yell, Anver threw his whole body forward, causing an enormous beam of rainbow colored light rushing towards WorldBreaker.

With glint in his eyes, and single, pure, heartbeat resonating throughout his core, Anver called aloud to WorldBreaker.

"Here it is WorldBreaker, get ready for it! Limit Break; Final Move: Fantasia's Rainbow Cannon!" Anver yelled out, all the while his suit shining as bright as the sun.

WorldBreaker was speechless, amazed even, at how beautiful the beam looked, like a ray rainbows coming directly at him. But WorldBreaker wasn't no bitch, as he lifted his shield towards the path of the beam, and took the hit all the way. When the beam struck his shield, he was surprised to feel it had weight to it. Light wasn't supposed to have any sort of weight to it, so when WorldBreaker felt the strong heft, he was caught of guard at how heavy the beam felt, so much so, that he was tripping backwards by a bit. But WorldBreaker wasn't about to back down to no rainbow, and doubled down for the attack. The beam's force only intensified the longer the attack went on, and WorldBreaker was starting to feel his shield being "erased" away away at the sides.

Soon after, WorldBreaker's shield evaporated away, into the thin air, and he was left bare to face the beam head on. WorldBreaker only smiled, as the beam surrounded him in a flash, covering his entire being in blazing hot embrace. The attack held up for only about 3 more seconds, before Anver's suit powered down from the attack, leaving Anver with very little power for basic functions. Anver hovered down to the ground below, noticing how his attack had colorized the entire field with a wide variety of colors. To the audience, it was a very beautiful display of power. Anver then dropped down to his knees, panting heavily, as he was holding that attack for a very long time, and hoped that that was enough to take down WorldBreaker.

But unfortunately, WorldBreaker rose for the attack, his armor, chipped and charred, colorized to various shades of blue, red, and yellow.

"That was a beautiful attack, Flashlight. You showed me your guts, and I'm happy to say that your guts looked tough, yet righteous. It was a pleasure, and an honor to meet/fight you today…" WorldBreaker said, full of pride of his opponent in front of him.

"But this match is as far as you go, Flashlight…" WorldBreaker began, eyes downcast. He then squatted down, waiting until his backside touched the ground.

Then, like a tightly wound up spring, WorldBreaker jumped, flying very high into the air, despite his hefty build. He flew so high, that he was no longer seen on the cameras of the arena. Avner had a bad feeling of this, but he was no coward, so he stayed until WorldBreaker came back. After several minutes, a voice was heard in the sky.

"You may shine brightly, Flashlight! But a flashlight can only shine as brightly as the batteries it has in them!" WorldBreaker's voice was heard, as everyone in the audience looked towards the sky. What they saw scared them to their core.

The clouds were parting away, for an immensely large object was falling from the sky. It was a comet, with streaks of blue and orange fire spinning around it, with other debris following suite. The one on top of it all, was WorldBreaker, laughing wildly into the sky. WorldBreaker had found a comet from space, and brought it back with him towards earth. The comet was a mile in width, and the rate it was falling at was like an arrow being shot from a bow. It was to everyone's surprise that WorldBreaker's voice was heard coming from the comet, which came closer, and closer to the arena.

"But for a comet? They burn brightest when they fall! Watch closely now, Anver, Curator of Light, for my last attack! Be honored, for this move was only used one other time!" WorldBreaker belted out, as he came hurtling down towards the arena.

WorldBreaker was coming down in a comet, bringing fire and brimstone with him. To many in the audience, the sky seemed to catch fire, as it had an orange tint to it now. The clouds had all but disappeared, and miniature comets streaked across the clear, orange sky. WorldBreaker was smiling indefinitely, remembering the last time he used this move.

"Maybe it's not like last time, since I used myself as the comet, but I'll take what I can get…" WorldBreaker thought to himself, as his comet came closer, and closer to the arena.

Avner knelt down on the arena floor, looking up at the sky, directly at WorldBreaker's final attack. He knew whatever he did now, would be useless, as WorldBreaker brought down an entire comet like object towards him. Avner just smiled, and stood up again, facing WorldBreaker, with no fear.

"It was an amazing fight, WorldBreaker, So hit me with everything you got!" Avner shouted towards the sky.

Everyone watching could hear WorldBreaker laugh a good laugh, as he heard the last words coming from Anver.

"Well said, Flashlight! May we cross paths in the near future… But until then, face the power of my last attack!" WorldBreaker shouted, as his comet was now close as ever from crashing into the arena.

"Steel your heart of all your fear, Flashlight! And stare into the end with a smile!" WorldBreaker yelled loudly, as he began to move around the comet.

Anver did what he was told, and stood there, like champion, looking at the beautiful comet that was screeching towards him. He stood there smiling, happy that he fought a person of this power, and that he had the honor of him using his final move. Whatever happens after this attack, Anver was content, knowing that he poured his everything into this match.

The comet was a couple of minutes away from hitting the arena, when WorldBreaker suddenly yanked on one of the sides of the comet, causing the massive object to spin on itself. With every rotation, WorldBreaker yanked harder, and harder, and with each yank, the comet spun faster, and faster, up until WorldBreaker stopped yanking. After a few more times yanking, the comet was now spinning hellishly fast, in a drill-like fashion. WorldBreaker made the comet even more deadly now, giving it topspin, as a way to ensure that Anver would take all that his attack would give.

As a final measure, WorldBreaker made his way to the backend of the comet, and took his squatting position from the start. Only when the comet reached a certain point away from the arena, did WorldBreaker jump into the sky. When he reached as high as he could from the jump, he aimed himself right back at the comet, and hurled himself towards it. WorldBreaker fell back onto the comet feet first, hard, making an impact that shook the comet violently. The impact gave the comet a huge speed boost, making its journey to the arena all the more brief. WorldBreaker made his way to the front the comet, taking a stance as the comet spun. WorldBreaker made all the preparations for his last attack, and simply laughed a mighty laugh.

With a glint in his eyes, and single, pure, heartbeat resonating throughout his core, WorldBreaker called aloud to Anver.

"Witness the End, Avner, Curator of Light! Limit Break; Final Move: World's End: Comet of Halley!" WorldBreaker shouted, ready to end this fight here and now.

When the comet impacted the arena, what happened first was the massive explosion. It was barely contained by the energy barriers, and everyone still felt the heat and force of the blast. What came next was the huge shockwave, with forces so strong, that the energy barriers' pylons were bent severely, almost to the point of breaking, And what came last, was the image of a lake of magma, splashing and sloshing at the base of the arena. Anver was seen being held by WorldBreaker, who was standing in the middle of the lake of magma, on a hardened magma platform. Anver was still and unmoving, worrying many in the crowd, but WorldBreaker gave a thumbs up towards the crowd, to let them know that Avner was ok.

After a moment of silence, large amounts of clapping and shouts were made, clearly showing the enjoyment of the crowd, and their appreciation for the match performed by these two heroes. Both heroes deserved the applause, since they fought with such will, and the guts they showed was something that can't be replicated. WorldBreaker walked towards the end of the arena, handing off Anver to the medical team of the arena. WorldBreaker watched as the medical team wheeled Avner to the health station, and started to walk across the battlefield. After a few more minutes, the arena doors opened up, allowing WorldBreaker to come back inside.

"Good fight, Flashlight. Rest now, and come back stronger, I'll be waiting for the next one." WorldBreaker thought to himself, as he walked towards an open hallway, into the arena, smiling the whole time walking.

Saitama's Group after the Fight...

Oh. My. God. That fight… Saitama saw it all, the explosions, the lights shows, the huge ass comet that come from the sky. All of this and more brought Saitama's hopes really high, since that fight showed two heroes baring their guts against one another, in a fashion where both the loser and the winner would feel content. It was that type of fight Saitama wanted, to bare his guts against a worthy foe, and either lose or win to that person. Saitama was now more eager than ever to have his match, so much so, that he began to move out of his seat, only to stopped by a barrage of squeezes to his head.

"Oi, Baldy, stop moving so much…" Tatsumaki murmured, adjusting herself in a more comfortable position on Saitama's shoulders. The nerve of him, moving so suddenly as she was sleeping.

Apparently, Tatsumaki fell asleep on Saitama, and was resting pleasantly, hugging his head tightly like a pillow. You see, the fight was so boring to her, she fell asleep just 10 minutes into the bout.

Saitama just sat in his seat, deadpan, as Tatsumaki was snuggling at his head, dreaming happily. Bang, King, and Genos all looked at Saitama, stifling their laughter.

"S-Saitama bro, W-What are you g-gonna do with h-her?" King said, trying desperately not to laugh at him.

Saitama was close to punting King's dumbass to the other side of the arena.

"S-Sensei, just know, w-we all are to h-help, y-you…" Genos said, trying to look serious, but the sounds of laughter were in his voice.

Saitama was on the verge of can opening Genos's ass.

"Now, now, everyone settle down, Saitama can think of something, can you?" Bang asked, smiling at Saitama.

"Um, I dunno. I'll probably just bring her along with me. I Don't want this brat to give me a headache later on." Saitama said, as his head was getting squeezed unconsciously by Tatsumaki.

Then all of sudden, a loud voice was heard coming from the arena speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we, us in the Hero Organization, hope that match was good enough for you. But we're not even close to being finished here, as the next fight will be under way in the 30 minutes. If the heroes, Caped Baldy, and Blizzard of Hell, can come towards the arena entrance, will be on our way. Please stay frosty folks, because the next fight will begin shortly!" Voice said assuredly.

Saitama was pumped, his fight was going to come in 30 minutes, so he motioned his way towards the patio entrance, all to be stopped by another barge of squeezes.

"Oi, what did I say, Baldy? Quit moving around so much…" Tatsumaki murmured sleepily. He did it again! Why can't Baldy just let her sleep in peace.

Saitama was about to use this brat like a bowling ball, considering how annoying she was getting, when Styles went up to him.

"Ey, Boss, be sure to knock'em dead. I'll be here, rooting for ya!" Styles said with passion.

"Thanks man, means a lot." Saitama said with a smile.

Hoping that nothing bad will happen, Saitama slowly came out of his seat, so as not to wake up Tatsumaki, and started making his way to the patio entrance. He had to ignore the obvious snickering in the background, made by the S-Class peanut gallery, and with a deep breath, Saitama pushed through the patio entrance.

At the elevator doors...

Saitama left the group, in hopes that his match will be half as good as the one he saw. While walking as slow as he possibly can, since there was a sleeping Tatsumaki on his shoulders, who was gripping his head tightly, snuggling it time from to time again.

"I'm not going to let her do this on a regular basis…" Saitama said, irritated with the situation he was in.

"Well, it can't be helped. I just hope she gets as much sleep as 30 minutes can give her." Saitama said to himself, sighing, as he made his way to the elevator doors.

Saitama pressed the button, and waited for the elevator to come through. The angelic "ding" sounded, and the doors opened up, revealing a patient Ava on the other side.

"Sup, Ava." Saitama said with a smile.

"H-Hello, Saitama, how was the match?" Ava asked surprised, as she guided Saitama into the elevator, while noticing a woman on his shoulders.

"Match went by great, I just hope mine gets as much excitement as the one I saw did." Saitama said approvingly, as he took a sit on the couch in the elevator.

"Knowing you, you should be fine." Ava said smiling, as she punched in a code in the elevator. A few seconds passed, and the elevator doors closed, and began their descent down.

Ava was eyeing the woman on Saitama shoulders more and more, wondering why she was feeling a slight annoyance doing so.

"Why is there a woman on his shoulders? She has two legs, she can walk herself. She doesn't need to make Saitama carry her…" Ava thought to herself, a little annoyed.

"Hey, Saitama, who's that woman on your shoulders?" Ava asked, curious to who she was.

"Oh her, She's Tatsumaki." Saitama said easily.

Ava stared at disbelief at Saitama, since she couldn't process what he just said. There was no way that THE 2nd Rank S-Class:, Tornado of Terror, was on his shoulders right now. Ava knew the 2nd Class hero to be a very hard person when it came to anybody really, and seeing Saitama with her on his shoulders was very bizarre, indeed.

"Oi Baldy, shut up will you? I wanna sleep!" Tatsumaki said tiredly, squeezing her thighs at his head. This man did it again! She was going to have a word with him one of these days…

"Fine, just get off when you're done." Saitama said, annoyed, as Tatsumaki simply squeezed her thighs once again, to show she wasn't going listen to him. He felt her snuggle up to his head again, causing him to sigh deeply.

Ava was watching this whole scene, feeling more annoyed every time the 2nd Class would squeeze her thighs up against Saitama's face and head. The way that she clung to his head also irked to a high degree, for some reason. So much so, her gun matrix seem to undo its locks halfway, until Ava stopped herself from unlocking them fully.

"This 2nd Class better stop acting like this… Else she wants to know what being shot feels like…" Ava thought to herself, a fiery aura coming from the pit in her stomach for no reason she could think of, other than the fact she wanted her to get off Saitama.

Before Ava can talk again, the angelic "ding" of the elevator rang, and the elevator doors opened up. Saitama motioned to get up and walk, only to do so in a much slower fashion, due to the squeezes he felt on his face.

"Yo, see ya, Ava! Again, just drop by my place if you wanna hang out!" Saitama said, smiling towards Ava's way.

"S-Sure Saitama, thanks again! I'll see you soon!" Ava stuttered, seeing as how she was getting more and more angry at the 2nd Class's behavior.

"I hope I never see her with Saitama again. He could do so much better without her anyway…" Ava said to herself, wondering why she felt so pissed off. The doors of the elevator closed, only for the last image for Ava to see was the 2nd Class snuggling up to Saitama's head again, which in turn, made Ava punch in the code for the elevator ever so harder.

At the entrance of the arena...

"Well, let's get down to business! Here's to a good match, and war's fortune!" Saitama said to himself, as he closed in at the arena entrance, unable to suppress the smile that had taken form on his face.

Little did Saitama know, a figure in a black robe followed right behind him, also taking note of what the 2nd Class was doing to him. This made the figure a bit irritated, but not by much.

"I will show you my strength, Saitama, just you wait…" Was all the figure said, before in faded into a dark hallway, leaving all of its presence felt by anyone.

Hey people, it's Me, ChickenMC, and here is your action chapter. Yea, I know it ain't Saitama's, but shit, you can't have all the action now, can you? Anyways, thank you guys so much again for you reading up until this point, and I hope that my story is somewhat decent. I'll be back by the end of today, and if not, I'll be back by tomorrow morning. Welp, see yalls in the next one, and remember to review when you can, I like it when you people talk to me...