Reincarnated as a Flower, Fine then I'll bloom my own way-Chapter 73 - 71: Darkness vs Emptyness

Shiro slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing alone in a landscape filled with flowers, surrounded by hills. He looked around in confusion. "What the hell...?"

Then, from behind, he heard the sound of footsteps. He quickly turned and saw Lunara walking toward him, a smile on her face.

"It looks like the goddess wants to lose her servant," Shiro teased.

Lunara smiled, replying, "And it looks like someone is going to get killed by a servant."

They both assumed fighting stances, grinning at one another.

The flowers rustled softly in the breeze as silence fell between them—a silence thick with tension and mutual understanding. The sun shone brightly above, illuminating the colorful land, but neither warrior paid it any mind. In their eyes, there was only each other.

Then, they moved.

In a split second, their bodies clashed—fists against fists, legs against legs. A barrage of blows echoed across the hills like distant thunder. And yet, despite the rapid pace and brutal strength behind every strike, neither of them showed any sign of pain. Every punch was matched. Every kick parried. Their bodies were perfect weapons, forged from centuries of battle and hardened wills.

Shiro’s right fist shot forward with terrifying speed. Lunara twisted, blocking with her left forearm, and countered with a sweeping high kick. Shiro ducked, pivoted on one foot, and sent a rising knee toward her side. Lunara met it with her elbow, neutralizing the blow with grace. The two danced in a deadly rhythm, their movements fluid and lightning-fast.

Their strikes collided like meteors crashing into each other. The ground beneath them trembled with the sheer power of their exchanges. And yet—no bruises formed. No blood spilled. For now, their physical prowess was perfectly matched, their bodies refusing to yield.

"Is that all?" Shiro said mid-strike, ducking a spinning back kick.

"Please," she replied, flipping over him and landing lightly behind him. "I’m just stretching." She said with a mocking voice

Shiro laughed and turned, launching a flying roundhouse kick. Lunara blocked it with both arms and retaliated with a sweeping punch aimed at his jaw. He parried, slipped under her arm, and landed a triple punch combo to her chest. She stepped back, absorbing the hits like a boulder in a storm.

The hills were no longer quiet. Every impact caused a sonic ripple in the air. Wind surged outward with each blow. Trees bent from the shockwaves. Flowers were swept into the sky like scattered stars.

Lunara twisted mid-air, executing a flawless corkscrew kick. Shiro leaned back just enough to let it pass, then lunged forward with a powerful jab. She caught it mid-motion and used his momentum to flip him over her shoulder. He landed on his feet, skidding backward, and rushed her again.

Neither blinked. Neither spoke. Each movement was instinct. Every strike a statement.

They moved so fast the eye could barely follow. The rhythm of their battle was like a song—a symphony of fists and feet, of tension and release, of dominance and challenge. The longer they fought, the more the land began to react. Dust swirled. Petals scattered. Even the sun seemed to dim slightly, as if bearing witness to something far beyond mortal comprehension.

Shiro leapt forward with a double-kick combination, forcing Lunara back several steps. She responded with a spinning low kick, aiming for his legs, but he jumped over it and answered with a descending heel strike. She caught it on her shoulder, her body completely unmoved.

He flipped back. She chased.

He dodged. She weaved.

He struck. She countered.

They were flawless. Untouchable. Unbreakable.

Minutes passed. Then more. But still, neither showed any signs of slowing. Their fists ached to strike. Their legs demanded momentum. Their hearts pounded—not from fatigue, but exhilaration.

Shiro smirked. "What’s happened? Are you not gonna use your magic?"

Lunara cracked her knuckles and with a smerk she replied. "After you"

They clashed again, this time harder, faster. The ground beneath their feet cratered slightly from the power of their strikes. Birds flew from trees in the distance. Leaves scattered like confetti.

Lunara used a feint—a left punch followed by a spinning elbow—but Shiro ducked and countered with a rising knee. Lunara deflected it with her thigh, twisted her body around his, and landed a punch squarely to his back. The impact sent him flying forward, but he landed on all fours, flipped, and launched into the air.

She followed.

Mid-air, they clashed again. A frenzy of strikes—kicks, elbows, knees—too fast to count. They looked like blurs in the sky, flashing against the sun. Then they fell, crashing into the earth like thunderbolts.

Smoke and dust rose. But still—no wounds.

They stood.

Breathing hard.

Then, in unison, they smirked.

Lunara raised her hand slowly, her fingers curled like the petals of a blooming flower. A dark violet aura swirled around her limbs—graceful and otherworldly. Her voice was low and beautiful, echoing with magic.

"Flower Void."

The ground beneath her shimmered. Black flowers bloomed in every direction. From them, void energy spiraled into her legs and arms, dancing like flame but weightless. Her limbs glowed with a deep purple and blue hue, each step distorting the space around her.

Across from her, Shiro inhaled deeply, his eyes glowing crimson.

"Demon Style: Dark Energy."

Black aura erupted from his body. His skin seemed to drink the sunlight as an aura of pitch-dark energy enveloped him, humming with violence and malice. Horned shadows curled around his fists and legs like living flame. His veins pulsed with demonic magic, every movement radiating raw chaos.

They stood in silence as the air between them warped.

Then they stepped.

BOOM!

The entire hill cracked under the force. The once-beautiful field trembled violently, flowers uprooted and hurled skyward. Every footstep shattered earth, every movement reshaped the battlefield.stunned by the sheer pressure. Trees exploded from the shockwaves.

Lunara struck first, her Flower Void-coated leg slicing through the air. Shiro blocked with his demonic forearm—and the collision shattered the ground beneath them like glass. Shockwaves roared outward, leveling entire sections of forest.

Meanwhile everyone other in the demenson felt the shock and the shaking earth,

"What is going on!" Bokkon said with a shaky voice

"Sister hold my hand!" Himiko screams

Yooto and Aurthor still unconscious

Back there, They exchanged blows again.

A jab from Lunara, glowing with void petals—Shiro’s counter was a dark energy punch, blasting through it with brute force. Their bodies moved in a blur, each hit causing craters, tearing up the terrain. Wind twisted in unnatural currents around them.

Shiro’s roundhouse kick, now coated in demonic energy, clashed with Lunara’s upward knee strike. The shockwave turned the nearby lake into steam. Their arms met in midair—an uppercut from her, a left hook from him. The collision flattened a hill.

Then came the damage.

Lunara’s foot landed on Shiro’s rib—crack. Shiro retaliated with a knee to her stomach—thud. She spun, elbowing his face—blood. He turned, fist to her jaw—spit flew.

They staggered—but grinned.

Lunara summoned void petals around her arms, lashing out with a flurry of flower-enhanced strikes that cut through the air like blades. Shiro moved like a storm, parrying each blow with bone-rattling force and sending out shockwaves of corrupted dark energy.

He punched the ground—dark spikes erupted from the earth. She stomped—void vines rose, whipping through the battlefield.

They leapt into the sky, exchanging brutal spinning kicks mid-air. Their legs clashed like weapons, the impact so powerful that thunder echoed across the land.

Shiro landed a kick that sent Lunara flying through several trees. She flipped mid-flight, digging her feet into the ground to stop herself, carving a trench as she skidded. She charged forward, warping space around her, and delivered a spinning kick that slammed into Shiro’s chest. He flew backward, crashing into a boulder that exploded on contact.

But he laughed, blood on his lips.

He rose.

"You’re beautiful when you’re trying to kill me," he smirk.

She wiped blood from her mouth. "are you saying that so i would spare your life haha no way"

They charged.

Every step cracked the ground. Every blow destroyed something.

Trees fell. Hills collapsed. Rivers diverted.

Lunara ducked under a dark energy punch and drove her knee into Shiro’s chin. He staggered, then grabbed her leg, spinning her overhead and slamming her into the ground—BOOM!—leaving a crater. She bounced up like a ghost and retaliated with a rising double palm that sent him into the sky.

He spun midair, kicked downward, launching himself like a meteor, crashing into her shield of void energy. It shattered. Dust rose.

When it cleared, both were standing—bleeding, bruised, but still grinning.

Lunara wiped her lip. "Done playing?"

Shiro smreaked. "Barely getting started."

They launched into each other again.

Shiro’s punches now left trails of darkness in the air. Lunara’s strikes glittered with warped floral patterns. When they collided, the entire region shifted—reality itself groaning from the pressure.

The ground split open. Lightning crackled from nowhere. Rain began to fall, twisted by their aura into droplets of glowing void and dark energy.

They fought across miles—leaping from hill to hill, exchanging bone-breaking strikes, shattering rock, tearing trees from their roots.

Lunara summoned her ultimate leg strike—"Void Breaker"—a rapid barrage of kicks powered by compressed void energy. Shiro met her with his own—"Demon Burst Step"—blinding fast steps combined with explosive dark punches.

Each hit echoed like explosions.

They were bleeding now—cuts, bruises, cracked bones—but neither gave in. Their bodies, though magical, were still flesh and bone. But their wills—unbreakable.

Lunara smashed her fist into his side, breaking ribs. Shiro retaliated by grabbing her arm, twisting, and driving his knee into her gut. She gasped, then smashed her head into his. Blood sprayed. He staggered. She kicked upward—he caught it. Slammed her down—she reversed it mid-fall.

They flipped, rolled, clashed again.

Their magic-enhanced hands and legs no longer held back.

Every time they struck, the earth paid the price.

Mountains in the distance cracked. Storm clouds churned above.

They battled into the night—

Then, in a final synchronized moment, they both dashed toward each other, magic pulsing from their limbs.

Lunara screamed, "DEATH VOID FIST!"

Shiro roared, "DEMON STAR CRASH!"

Their fists collided in a flash of light and dark.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The explosion consumed everything.

And when the dust finally settled—

Two silhouettes stood in the center of a scorched, cratered wasteland.

Breathing.

Grinning.

Still ready to fight....

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