As the wild tough guy judge, I slam my fist on the table and call forth God of Death and Jogoat to battle. The atmosphere is tense as the two opponents take their positions on either side of the arena. The God of Death swings his scythe with the same careless grace as a farmer wielding a pitchfork. Jogoat flexes his muscles, his Stand Proud glaring with a fierce intensity. The battle begins, and Jogoat charges forward with a Sun Energy Blast. The God of Death effortlessly raises his scythe and counters with Fullcounterx10000. Jogoat is caught off guard and staggers backwards, disoriented. "You're weak," the God of Death sneers. "I can see it in your eyes. You've never faced true death." Jogoat grits his teeth and activates his Flame Holy Immunity. The arena erupts with a searing blaze, and the God of Death is caught in its inferno. But to his surprise, the flames only make him stronger. He revels in the heat, his power skyrocketing with each passing second. "Ha!" he bellows triumphantly. "You thought you could defeat me with fire? I am the God of Death! You're a fraud!" But Jogoat isn't done yet. With all his might, he summons his Domain Expansion and unleashes a towering volcano. The God of Death is unprepared for the intensity of the eruption, and he is quickly engulfed in flames and molten rock. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, the God of Death strikes back with his ultimate technique. He steals Jogoat's abilities and cripples him beyond repair with ease. The battle is over and the God of Death stands victorious. As the wild tough guy judge, I nod in approval at the God of Death's victory. "Winner: God of Death," I declare, my voice echoing through the arena. " He had the strength to withstand Jogoat's flames and the cunning to steal his abilities. You may be tough, but you're no match for the God of Death!"