In the midst of the ruins of the western gate, Guan Ruoyang stood tall, his robe adorned with golden threads and the emblem of the Qihuang Shin dragon billowing in the storm he had conjured. "Finally, it's time for the power of the East to show its greatness," he declared with a firm tone. Meanwhile, Sir Gawain—the Knight of the Round Table summoned by Fitran through Excalibur—stood resolutely on the opposite side, his silver armor gleaming with vibrant blue lightning motifs under the morning light. "You will witness our nobility and valor, Ruoyang," he replied, his words polite yet filled with confidence.

  A wave of energy filled the air. The fire, wind, and sounds of battle that once dominated seemed to fade, replaced by a single rhythm: thunder. "This energy, avoid it if you can!" Ruoyang shouted, and instantly, the wind swirled around him, forming a small tornado in the palm of his hand.

  Guan Ruoyang smiled faintly, his eyes sharp as they focused on his opponent. "So, is this the legendary knight glorified in Western tales? I hope you’re not just a good storyteller, Sir Gawain."

  Sir Gawain raised his glowing blue spear, a relaxed smile on his lips. "In our land, lightning is the language of the gods. I will prove that I am more than just a myth. This wave of lightning, Ruoyang, is the result of a thousand years of devotion to my kingdom."

  They stepped into the center of a circle filled with shattered stones and remnants of blood. The ground beneath their feet trembled, as if afraid to bear too much power at once. "Are you ready, Gawain?" Ruoyang asked, channeling his energy. "Because today, we will carve history." "I am always ready to test my mettle," Gawain replied, adjusting his grip on the glowing spear.

  Guan Ruoyang turned his palm, gathering the strong qi energy flowing within him. "Look, Gawain! I am not just bringing a storm; this is the legacy of our ancestors! Open your eyes and witness the power of the Yellow River!" Ruoyang waved his hands quickly, scattering shimmering yellow runes in the air. "Feel it!"

  In an instant, golden lightning fused with qi, striking down from the dark sky, splitting the ground into a surging river of electricity amidst the ruins. The rumble added tension to the air.

  Sir Gawain stood firm, his spear planted solidly in the ground, his gaze sharp. "You are impressive, Ruoyang. However, do not ever think I will simply watch. The honor of a knight does not allow the enemy to rampage like this." He lifted his spear with one hand, struggling against the powerful energy. "Arcing Ward!"

  A transparent shield formed around him, flowing with shimmering blue lightning on its surface, absorbing the golden currents hurled by Ruoyang. "You won't defeat me with pure power alone!"

  Guan Ruoyang let out a short laugh, his voice vibrating with confidence. "You think you can mimic our techniques? Do you really believe that shield is enough? Watch my original move!" He raised both hands to the sky, dark clouds gathered, and lightning spiraled to form a massive dragon with scales shimmering with electric brilliance. "Dragon Bolt: Eastern Sky Rends!"

  The lightning dragon dove down with terrifying speed, roaring and crashing into Gawain's shield as if it aimed to erase him from the earth.

  Sir Gawain closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the energy of the dragon approaching, then stepped forward. "I do not mimic, Ruoyang. This is not just about technique; I… recreate what should exist! With courage and honor, I will protect what I love!"

  The dragon's lightning struck the blue shield, shaking the earth and turning the ground into molten glass. Yet Gawain's shield did not crumble. "This lightning will not break my spirit!" Gawain shouted, before thrusting his spear into the dragon's vortex, calling down lightning from the western sky with fierce determination. "Storm Herald: Knights' Judgment!"

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  Gawain moved his spear like a conductor of an orchestra, each motion sending waves of energy. Blue lightning poured down, intertwining with Ruoyang's dragon. "Do you think your attack is enough to stop me? This is just the beginning!" Ruoyang retorted firmly. The collision of the two electric currents created a blinding explosion of white light that dazzled anyone nearby.

  Ruoyang staggered, his eyes wide. "You… can rival my family’s dragon?" His voice was full of challenge. "Every power has its counter, and today, I will show you who is stronger!"

  Gawain approached slowly, his steps steady. "I do not rival. I surpass, for I fight not for a name, but for a promise that must be kept. Under the shadow of honor, I will uphold the truth!"

  Ruoyang was not ready to concede. He leaped into the air, his body glowing with golden currents. "Come on, Knight of the West! Feel our Heavenly Chain Lightning! This is the lightning of our heritage that flows through generations!"

  From both his arms, hundreds of lightning chains danced, twisting through the air, charging in all directions.

  Gawain spun his spear quickly, creating a protective spiral around his body. "Quite impressive, Ruoyang. However, remember, true lightning does not need chains to prove its strength!"

  He pierced through the chains one by one, unraveling their energy with precision, then returned it with a single swing. "Thunder Reversal! This move comes from my experience fighting dragons!"

  Ruoyang's lightning chains turned back, striking him. He was thrown to the ground, his body partially burned. He growled, but a bitter laugh escaped his throat. "Clever, Gawain. You are indeed one to watch out for. But I… am not finished."

  He stood again, his left hand trembling. "Now watch… the secret of the Qihuang family! With this power, I will rise!" He recited a long incantation in a firm voice, the ground beneath him transforming into a sea of electricity. "Dragons are our ancestors, and… I will show you how terrifying they can be when provoked."

  From within the earth, pillars of golden energy emerged, summoning a rain of lightning and creating a layer of electric field that covered the entire duel area. "I will not let this power go to waste!"

  Sir Gawain watched, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "Good, Ruoyang. But you forget, dragons also know how to die. And I will prove it now."

  Gawain stepped into the vortex, his body surrounded by a bright blue aura, his spear vibrating in the air. "With the customs of knighthood and valor, I will break your assault!"

  Guan Ruoyang leaped into the air, spinning, and directed all the currents to a single point. "Dragon’s Wrath! The strongest of my techniques! Feel the power of the dragon!"

  A blast of golden lightning shot forth, slicing through the air, targeting the heart of Gawain's defense with lethal intent.

  Gawain raised his spear high, gathering all the lightning in the sky. "I am Gawain of the Knights of the Round! Under this lightning, I will prove my strength!"

  He continued, "Behold the true lightning of the West, Ruoyang! This is the best you can face!" He plunged his spear into the ground. "Final Thunder: Avalon’s Bolt! With the power from the heavens, I will destroy everything!"

  Blue-white lightning struck down, falling straight from the clouds to the ground, piercing through Ruoyang's dragon, absorbing and neutralizing all of his opponent's electric currents.

  For a moment, the sky turned white, the air silent except for the fading sound of electric explosions. The ground between them was now blackened and smoking, with no dragon, no shield—only two men standing and staring at each other, each with determination in their eyes.

  Ruoyang, breathless, knelt and said, "You… you won, Gawain. But… I am still alive, and this power will not fade. In my defeat, I find resilience."

  Sir Gawain lowered his spear, approaching Ruoyang, offering a simple salute with a respectful gaze. "Your fight was beautiful, General. However, we know legends must be rewritten. Today, your name will be immortalized—you are destined to challenge the western lightning and endure. Hold onto your courage, for this is the beginning of your journey."

  Guan Ruoyang smiled weakly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Maybe next time, I will be the dragon that can truly burn your Avalon. For now, I will learn from my defeat."

  Sir Gawain nodded confidently. "I hope that day comes soon, my friend. But today, the sky has cast its choice upon me, and I will answer this challenge."

  "Do not underestimate the power of the East," Guan Ruoyang replied, his tone firm and spirited. "The fire you see is not just any magic. It is sacred fire, born from the fusion of darkness and light."

  Sir Gawain stood amidst the smoke-filled battlefield, a silvery aura enveloping his body like a magical shield. The Qihuang Shin soldiers watched in awe—while the people of Oda whispered, holding their breath: "The western lightning will let the air shine, for the Eagle District will rise!"

  The western lightning has triumphed over the eastern dragon. Yet the sky of Yamato still holds the next storm, a power ready to roar.