In The Abyss As A Toon Character

Fang Shan answered not with words but with action. His sword swung in a fluid arc, glowing with a faint azure brilliance. Dante side-stepped the attack, snapping out of his back hate-filled tendrils to intercept the impact.

When they met, they detonated in a flurry of erratic energy, dispersing across the broken space in all directions and fracturing the unstable space around them.

Fang was relentless. He closed the gap in a flash, descending in a crushing strike meant to cleave Dante in two. But Dante's fist began radiating a pink aura to meet the blade head-on. Their clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, shattering what little stability the dimension had left.

Dante should've been stronger, but somehow, Fang Shan was keeping an edge.

How did he know that? Each time Dante struck, the place greatly spiderwebbed itself in large cracks, while when Fang struck, it barely did cracks, so this proved that it wasn't strength keeping Fang on equal footing; it was something entirely different.

Fang's expression hardened, and he twisted his blade in a calculated form, intoning, "Fourth Revolution Immortal lotus bloom."

The space around him flared like a supernova in a radiant mandala of lights, petals of energy shaped like blossoms, spinning outwards like the eruption of a celestial blossom.

All the petals orbited Dante, trapping him in a whirling storm of power before they lunched at him with relentless precision. Fang mumbled, "You and this petal have two things in common: both of you are pink, and both of you are about to disappear."

Engulfed in shadows, Dante's body pulsed slightly; Hate coiled around him like a second skin. Hundreds of tendrils whipped out to swat the incoming projectiles.

He closed the gap, and Fang's blade swung up to meet him, but Dante ducked low, barely sliding across. With a smirk, he shot upwards like pink thunder, viciously connecting an uppercut at Fang Shan's guts that sent him into a staggered state with saliva spraying from his lips.

Fang gritted his bloodied teeth; this time, he didn't say anything; he just concentrated pure raw energy in his palm and retaliated using his free hand. "Fifth revolution: Implosion palm."

A beam of compressed golden light flashed from his palm, slamming into Dante's chest. The force tore through his torso, blowing apart flesh and bone and sending Dante skidding back.

Dante's form momentarily wobbled, but it refused to fall; his body first coated the missing part with hate into his wounds, patching the damage in seconds, and love soon followed, weaving his body back together seamlessly.

His gaze bore into Fang Shan like a predator looking at his prey. "Your regeneration doesn't seem that great; you only are hard to damage.

"And yours isn't infinite," Fang replied coldly, wiping blood from his mouth. "eventually, you'll run out of emotions.

If we had to make a comparison, the body of Fang Shan was a marvel-- hard like an alloy, but at the same time delicate, once damaged it required a bit of time to ment, and the dent couldn't be simply polished; it would take too long for the frantic fight he was at.

Dante's chaotic body was contrary to philosophy; it was surprisingly bland, but there was an underlying resilience in it. It could be slashed, cut, frozen, burned, and shattered, yet he regenerated with unnerving speed that as long as the volatile cocktail of love and hate is still inside him, he won't die.

The two giants collided in a flurry of blows, with each clash sending shockwaves through the void, splintering the fractured world further. You could even see how the layers of the imaginary space peeled away, leaving nothing but an infinite monochromatic nothingness below them.

Both fighters bore expressions of manic glee as they tried to tear each other's throats. Their bodies cracked and bled, yet they pressed on as something burned in their eyes.

Yes, they might not be friends, and yes, they are searching for a way to kill each other, but the two are aligned with one sentiment...

Delight.

Dante's body was already a ticking bomb; at any moment, it could implode from an overdrive of hate and love, so for him, each and every second had to be lived to its fullest; every minute was worthy of celebration, so if that meant enjoying this battle, then so be it!

As for Fang Shan, since he met Katley, he hasn't been defied a single time; anyone who dared to stand his way got obliterated. Dante's unreasonable surge of power was an event that shouldn't happen more than once every few years, so he had to enjoy one of the few battles in which he actually had to be ingenious and think about new techniques.

In the middle of the chaos, Dante caught a glimmer of hope. Channeling an explosive burst of love energy, he propelled himself forward, shoving Fang's blade aside.

In that instant, Dante's smile began widening, eclipsing Fang's one.

His hand quickly lashed out, gripping Fang Shan's face with a crushing force; a maniac smile fully formed as he clamored with a savage grin, splitting his bloodied face, "LET'S GO FOR A RIDE!"

With a sickening crack, Dante slammed Fang's head into the ground. The void below shattered, collapsing inwards as they plummeted through layers of broken space.

*Boom*

*Crack*

*Boom*

Over and Over

They began to shatter many layers of the void, with each impact sending shockwaves rattling the insides of both. Not only did this damage them, but it also sent shockwaves rippling outwards, tearing the fabric of this imaginary world.

Every broken layer brought a cascade of shockwaves, making Fang Shan's struggle more futile. The explosions quickly grew louder and more violent after each collision. His hands tried clawing at Dante's arm or even head, but Dante's sheer strength pinned him down, not letting him escape.

"ENOUGH!!!"

Fang Shan's aura surged, violently exploding outward in a slightly golden light, extending outward like the birth of a new star. He successfully forced Dante back and materialized a new sword in hand.

Fang's silhouette flickered in the middle of the radiant azure glow; he raised his sword and sent a strange, uncomplicated slash to the air with just the simple words of "Golden spiral... PHI SIGNAL!" The blade cleaved the space between them, forming a golden spiraling rift of energy that lashed out at Dante.

Dante's smirk faltered for the briefest moment, his instincts screaming at him to move; this was it; this was what he was warned before!

He leaped back in a burst of speed, with his hate-filled hands snapping into defensive positions. But the spiraling energy was relentless, shattering his tendrils like delicate glass.

At the same time as the hate hands exploded, pink energy flared around him like a coat, shimmering with brilliant light as he summoned a heart-shaped shield that shimmered with desperation as it absorbed the blow.

*Crack*

The golden rift splintered mid-flight, and Fang Shan's expression momentarily twisted into one of shock, breathing heavily as his hand trembled.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, splattering onto the fractured ground. "Damn it." he muttered, in a ragged tone, "I think I'm using it wrong... Guess is still too much learning how to fly after barely crawling."

He straightened slightly, slowly returning to its usual arrogant gaze despite his injuries. "But nonetheless, I'll have it mastered by the end of this battle."

...

Dante's feral aura returned as he locked eyes, "There won't be next fight for you."

Fang's unshakable form gleamed with a calm intensity, "No, I'm quite sure there will be." He raised his hand, his fingers curling into a complex gesture. "Fractal Boundary: Collapse."

The air grew impossibly dense as if the dimension was holding its breath. Then, the void buckled, twisting inward, warping around an unseen point. The ground beneath their feet cracked and folded, being sucked in at a singular point.

Dante staggered as the crushing weight of non-existence clawed at him, dragging him to the singularity. "You! You collapsed the dimension?!"

Fang's voice echoed through the unraveling space, laced with exhaustion. "It's the only logical conclusion," he shouted as his form began to fall, with a faint golden glow surrounding him. From his system, a brown pill dropped into his hand, and without hesitation, he swallowed it.

He glanced back at Dante, voicing with a mix of challenge and exhaustion. "I'll be ready for another round... See you in a minute, pink demon."

Dante tried, he really tried, but the corrupted space around him was spaghetifying him like a black hole. He surged forward, hate and love energy propelling him in a desperate attempt to reach Fang. But the collapsing dimension made sure it wasn't possible.

The void around him crackled, folding tighter with every passing second. Dante cursed under his breath. "FUCK!" The place had corrupted too much, and he had to leave this pocket dimension NOW.

With a burst of energy, he propelled himself toward the unraveling edge, pink and black trails streaking behind him as he tore through the collapsing space.