Orion finally caught up with his friends. They noticed he was drenched in block and his clothes were shredded and torn. " Now that everyone is here Plan A can continue." The first Zen we will be taking out is Victor Zen one of the strongest Zen's there Is. As Akashiri heard his name, he began clenching his sword until his veins popped out his wrist and forearm. He knew he would eventually fight Victor once again. This time the fight would be so one-sided. Akashiri left his friends walking up to a tree he easily sliced to pieces like butter. He smiled and placed his sword inside its sheath, returning to his friends.
Above The City Of Malar, Victor's Sanctuary...
Victor was in his chambers meditating. He knew he would be eventually defeated by Akashiri. The next time he saw him he wouldn't him for a joke. He would consider him as a threat. He would put down the threat. He stood on his feet and breathed heavily, placing his clothes back on. He picked up his sword smiled. He sharpened it a couple of hours ago. Victor his sword inside it's a sheath and walked out of his chambers. He shoved his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a key for a chest. He opened a hidden part in his sanctuary and pulled out an old dusty chest with strange carvings on it. He used the key to open the chest and pulled a map made of sandpaper of the entire Zen Continent. For years he had been looking for Yamato Tanaka's sword Shaku for 10 years. He looked in almost every corner of The Zen Continent. 3 months ago he found a map in a trench underneath the deep ocean water Of The Grand Zen Ocean. He dried the map and was surprised to see what he found, a map to Yamato Tanaka's sword and grave. It was hidden near The inactive volcano named Drum.
Drum was located 1,000 miles west of The Abandoned Zen City. It was hidden. This placed a smile on Victor's face. Only in a couple of hours, he would leave The City Of New Malar and head for Yamato Tanaka"s Rest. He placed the map inside his clothes, heading for the exit of his sanctuary. As he was about to he heard sensed a familiar presence. "Hello, old friend." Victor quickly turned around and saw The Chameleon eating a strange fruit. "What fuck are you doing here demon?" " I am here because I know you acquired the map to Yamato Tanaka's Rest." "Oh do you?" Victor instantly placed his hand on his sword. "Yes, I do." " I want to congratulate you." After so many years after you supposed killed Yamato Tanaka, you finally found out where his grave stays." Let me just ask you this question." Victor was getting angry. "How did you manage to defeat such a powerful man who claimed the power level of 400,000,000,000,000?" " You must have had some help." "What makes you say that?" "Because there is just ash inside this old coffin here." What are you trying to prove?!" The Chameleon spat the seeds of the strange rare fruit in his hand, burning them to a crisp. " I want the map whether you like it or not." Victor drew his sword and sliced the air causing a sword beam to be unleashed.
The Chameleon was sliced in half. Blood splattered everywhere. He easily regenerated with a smile on his face. He stuck his right index finger out firing a similar black beam that was used to kill Raleigh Zen. Victor parried the black beam causing it to fly into the chandelier. Victor sliced the air once again causing another sword beam to be unleashed. The Chameleon chuckled, dodging the sword beam, leaping towards Victor dropkicking him in the chest. Victor crashed through the metal door coughing up chunks of blood. Victor easily recovered generating double energy around his sword, stabbing The Chameleon in the chest. He puked up blood and smiled. " People have tried to kill me so many times and failed so many times. "Do you know what I did to them in the process?" "I killed them and ate their pieces like cake." The Chameleon hardened his fist and punched Victor in his face, knocking out one of his teeth. Recently Victor could feel hid body growing weaker every day. He wouldn't allow himself to be killed by a demon, especially The Chameleon.