131 Descent of Olympus

Rex's jaw dropped when he saw the figure of Machamp shoot into the sky by Marshadow's single punch. Even with Machamp's ability, he was still hit with such strength.

A flash could be seen in the sky as if a star had emerged from the endless sky a little early. There was a sound of air being torn apart as a massive figure descended like an anchor being shot out of a cannon.

BOOOOM! RUMBLE.

His figure landed on the ground like a bomb going off. The entire seabed shook before Machamp emerged.

{You're going to have to do better than that little boy, don't get arrogant because you got a little stronger.} Machamp scoffed in disdain and grinned as he slapped Marshadow into the wall of whirling water. He then stretched his left arms and cracked his neck slightly.

{Cocky bastard needs a good beating,} he mumbled. Rex couldn't help but shake his head, yet a small unoticable smile crept on his lips.

There was a green glow amidst the water as a shadow of a figure could be seen walking back slowly. the white hair glowed slightly as it waved about in the water. Not long after the body of Marshadow slowly emerged from the water. His face was still not visible, but his burning eyes grew brighter and brighter.

[I'm still unacustomed to this body. But it's far too early for me to falter, I will attain my revenge,] he mumbled softly. Machamp frowned at his words but once again, he couldn't react in time before another punch forced him to his knees. Slightly above his head, a floating Marshadow looked down.

Machamp shot his arms out so fast that they became shadows, instantly, the image of 1000 oversized punches filled Marshadow's view as he was pummelled back with increasing ferocity. They were all super-effective shadow punches.

ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA

Punch after punch, they all landed on Marshadow's body in a constant barrage. The sound upon contact was like constant artillery fire.

[ENOUGH!]

BOOOOM!

A wave of green energy exploded out of his body and stopped the punches in their tracks and revealed the image of Machamp who had his arms crossed. He had long stopped punching, but his speed was so fast that it created after images by the thousands.

Marshadow shot down at breakneck speed and collided with the barrier Machamp had calmly set up.

{If you're mad, then come, stop being a baby and grow up, BOY! Be serious and put your back into it or walk the fuck away!} He yelled angrily with clear mockery in his eyes.

Marshadow stopped for a moment and looked at Machamp, before retreating about 20 meters. The latter knew that Marshadow was about to do something, and although he didn't know what, he wasn't about to be outdone but some temperamental pervert.

{I will warn you this one time, you better block with all your might, hold strong to your dying breath or you will be erased from existence. I will not be holding back.} he warned before floating into the air with arms open. A golden radiance exploded out of his body as 18 copies of himself appeared in a circle around Marshadow.

But there was a distinct difference between all of them. One was made of fire, one of water, one of electricity. There was one for each typing. And finally, slightly above them all was one made of light. A mixture of golden and white light.

{Life or death, the choice no longer lies in your own hands, but in the gods of the round table. You have been tried, you have been weighed, and you have been found wanting. The judgement… death. Be erased in peace. This… is descent of Olympus} said a genderless voice that came out the mouths of every Machamp.

The all raised their hands and pointed their index finger at Marshadow with emotionless eyes. The latter for the first time started shaking intensely, not from fear, but from utter rage.

But he didn't have time to think, all he did was spread his arms open and create a lance out of green smoke and awaited the arrival of the move.

The 19 Machamp's instantly shot out a beam of solid light of varying colours that merged into one massive one before descending on Marshadow. It was like a nuclear bomb had been set off, a beam 10 meters thick descended towards Marshadow at an inconceivable speed. All he could do was raise his lance up as he screamed at the top of his lungs, but his voice was drowned out by the immense noise of the attack.

Rex and Arcanine had long retreated when they saw what Machamp was doing. He was utterly shocked that he would use such a move. If that was really Marshadow, the chances of him dying were as high as 90%. This was a move meant to end all disasters. A move meant to end all moves. althought it was far from being perfected, it was currently Machamp's strongest attack.

There was silence as Rex covered himself in a bubble of aura dozens of layers thick even though he was safe from the blast radius. Arcanine was fine, although he was not as strong as Machamp, he was strong enough to deal with the residual damage.

But the light from the explosion forced Rex to close his eyes.

It was only after an entire minute had passed that Rex was able to slowly open his eyes and gaze down at the damage. A 30-kilometre radius was devoid of water, the ground was molten hot as patches of lava could be seen. Steam was constantly rising due to the humidity. And at the epicentre, a figure, half his body had disintegrated showing his spine, parts of his ribs and charred flesh.

But what shocked everyone, even the emotionless Machamp was the crazed laughter coming from the figure.

[my turn]