Kazaf: The upside down

The battlefield roared with chaos. Clashing swords, bursts of energy, and battle cries filled the air as the Elara Sect fought fiercely against Jalwa's men. Though the sect's defenses were strong, the enemy forces were relentless.

But for Kazaf, everything else faded as he locked eyes with Rami.

The enforcer's presence was suffocating. His aura crackled like dark lightning, raw and menacing. He wasn't just an ordinary warrior—he was one of Jalwa's strongest enforcers, and the hunger in his eyes made it clear he was looking forward to this fight.

Rami twirled his sword effortlessly. "I hope you don't disappoint, half-breed."

Kazaf smirked, his own energy rising. "You'll find out soon enough."

Then, in a blur of motion, they charged at each other.

Kazaf ducked under a vicious slash and countered with a precise palm strike to Rami's ribs. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, but Rami barely flinched. With a twisted grin, he retaliated, swinging his sword in a deadly arc. Kazaf leapt back just in time, the blade slicing the air inches from his chest.

Their battle became a dance of speed and skill, each move met with an equally powerful counter. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed, and the ground beneath them cracked from the force of their attacks.

From the sect walls, Asma watched with clenched fists. She had witnessed many battles before, but none had made her heart race like this. "Kazaf… be careful."

Nearby, Rahim, Samir, and Harun fought to hold back the remaining invaders. "We have to finish this fast," Rahim panted, knocking out an opponent. "Kazaf's fight is just beginning."

Samir wiped sweat from his brow. "This isn't an ordinary raid. They came prepared."

Harun grunted as he blocked a heavy blow from an enemy. "They want Kazaf. But they'll have to get through us first."

Suddenly, a shrill whistle pierced through the battlefield.

Rami jumped back, his smirk widening. "This was just a test."

Kazaf narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Before he could react, dark energy erupted from behind the enemy forces. The ground trembled as a towering figure emerged from the shadows—a man clad in black armor, his face hidden beneath a metal mask.

The aura around him was suffocating.

The battle came to a halt. Even the Elara Sect disciples who had been fighting bravely moments ago now stood frozen in place, their instincts warning them of the immense danger before them.

Elder Rafiq, who had been leading the sect's defenses, gasped. "It can't be…"

Kazaf gritted his teeth. "Who the hell is that?"

Rami chuckled darkly. "Meet General Vahir, one of Jalwa's right-hand men."

Kazaf felt a chill run down his spine. This was no ordinary enemy.

Vahir stepped forward, his deep voice echoing through the battlefield. "Kazaf. Jalwa has taken great interest in you." His eyes glowed beneath his mask. "You have two choices—surrender, or die."

Kazaf clenched his fists. "I don't do either."

Vahir let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Then let's see what you're made of."

With a single movement, he vanished.

Kazaf barely had time to react before a crushing force struck him from behind, sending him skidding across the battlefield. Dust and debris exploded into the air as he crashed against a stone pillar.

"Kazaf!" Asma gasped.

Kazaf groaned, pushing himself up. His entire body ached. Vahir was fast—too fast.

"You have potential," Vahir said, walking toward him. "But you're undisciplined. A waste of power."

Kazaf wiped blood from his lip and smirked. "You talk too much."

He unleashed a burst of energy and shot forward, aiming a powerful punch at Vahir's chest. But the general caught his fist effortlessly.

Kazaf's eyes widened.

Vahir twisted his grip and slammed Kazaf into the ground. The earth cracked beneath him.

The Elara Sect disciples were stunned. Even the elders had never seen such overwhelming power.

"We need to help him!" Rahim shouted.

Elder Rafiq grabbed his shoulder. "No! You'd only get in the way. This fight is beyond you."

Kazaf coughed, struggling to his feet. Vahir wasn't just strong—he was on a completely different level.

Still, Kazaf refused to back down.

Drawing in a deep breath, he let his energy flow freely. His body began to glow with a golden aura, the air around him humming with power.

Vahir paused, intrigued. "So you do have some fight in you."

Kazaf clenched his fists, his eyes blazing. "Let's find out."

Then he disappeared.

This time, it was Vahir who barely reacted in time. Kazaf's speed had increased drastically. He appeared behind the general, landing a devastating kick to his side. Vahir stumbled, but before he could recover, Kazaf followed up with a flurry of punches, each one carrying the weight of his full strength.

The sect members watching gasped. This was a different Kazaf.

Even Vahir seemed impressed. "Not bad."

Then, his energy exploded outward.

The force sent Kazaf flying, and before he could regain his balance, Vahir appeared above him, slamming him down once more.

Kazaf hit the ground hard, coughing up blood.

The battlefield fell silent.

Asma clenched her fists. "No… get up, Kazaf!"

Kazaf lay still for a moment. His entire body screamed in pain. But deep inside, something stirred.

A fire.

A power he hadn't fully tapped into yet.

Vahir turned away. "A disappointment."

Kazaf's fingers twitched.

Then, the ground beneath him cracked.

Vahir stopped, glancing back.

Kazaf slowly rose to his feet. His aura was no longer just golden—it burned with a deeper, fiercer energy. His eyes glowed like molten fire.

He exhaled.

"This fight isn't over."

Vahir tilted his head. "Interesting."

Then, the real battle began.

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