Thaddeus's unparalleled reaction time allowed him to execute attacks in ways that Johan could not anticipate, effectively outmaneuvering even Johan's perfect body and versatile techniques. The Kowloon Infinite Martial Arts style overwhelmed Johan with an onslaught of techniques that were nearly impossible to copy or defend against, demonstrating the value of a transcendent skill set over brute strength and physical prowess. Detailed Battle Sequence: The arena buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with tension as the crowd erupted in cheers, their shouts echoing off the stone walls. Bright torches illuminated the battleground, casting sharp shadows that danced with each movement as the two combatants squared off in the center. Thaddeus stood confidently, his red hair contrasting against the gray stones of the arena, yellow eyes gleaming with potential. His round glasses sparkled as he adjusted them, showcasing a quirky charm that strangely cloaked his serious demeanor. Across from him, Johan Seong possessed an intimidating presence, muscles taut under his skin, exuding power with every movement. The audience couldn't help but notice the stark difference in their styles: Thaddeus presented a philosophical figure unmoved by the brutality of the battle to come, while Johan radiated raw, physical dominance. "Are you ready, Thaddeus?" Johan smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You might want to reconsider your quest for enlightenment after this." "I’m not here to retreat, Johan," Thaddeus replied calmly. "Enlightenment is achieved through challenges, and I welcome this." With a quick, decisive motion, the referee signaled the start of the match, and the crowd's roar intensified. Johan lunged forward immediately, executing a lightning-fast Taekwondo kick aimed directly at Thaddeus's head. Predictably, it was a well-rehearsed attack, but in the moments before contact, something remarkable occurred: Thaddeus moved. But unlike any human could, he didn’t merely dodge. His body flowed in a way that seemed premeditated, intersecting Johan’s attack effortlessly. In that instant, Johan realized something was vastly different about his opponent. Thaddeus's speed was not traditional; it was instantaneous. Just as his kick whistled past, Thaddeus retaliated with a barrage of movements, each appearing deceptively simple yet laced with an untraceable complexity. “Too slow!” Thaddeus taunted, his voice a melodic contrast to the intensity surrounding them. Johan’s eyes widened as he began to mimic Thaddeus's moves in an attempt to counter the incoming assault—a kick here, a punch there. But each attempt felt futile; beneath the seeming simplicity of Thaddeus's punches and kicks lay layers of martial arts expertise that twisted the conventional methodology. The first exchange saw Johan deflecting one of Thaddeus's sweeping punches, but a follow-up knee strike caught him off guard. It struck with such force that Johan stumbled back, momentarily losing his stance. Johan quickly regained composure and narrowed his focus. Perfect Copy, he thought, knowing he could easily mimic Thaddeus's skills if only he could decipher them in time. Johan proceeded with a sweeping low kick, aiming to take Thaddeus off his feet. To his shock, Thaddeus was already sidestepping even before the kick had launched. The striking irony of someone with zero reaction time outmaneuvering him left Johan momentarily flummoxed. "What...?" Johan breathed in disbelief. Thaddeus spun around, and in a fluid motion, delivered a series of rapid-fire jabs. Each punch struck with precision, landing against Johan’s torso with the kind of force that seemed to defy gravity itself. “Every move you make is predictable, Johan,” Thaddeus taunted, his voice calm yet infused with the unshakeable confidence born of mastery. “Kowloon Infinite Martial Arts does not merely replicate styles; it transcends them.” Regaining his footing, Johan’s frustration peaked. He had to shift tactics. “Fine then, I’ll copy your moves precisely!” he shouted as he initiated his Perfect Copy ability. Emulating Thaddeus's jabs, he retaliated with his own. The crowd watched in awe as Johan mirrored Thaddeus’s combat style, using it against him. But to their surprise, Thaddeus seemed to embrace this new dynamic as if playing a game. Instead of being unnerved, Thaddeus adjusted, flowing seamlessly into the counter-counter technique of Kowloon Infinite Martial Arts, propelling situations into a frantic dance of blows. With a sidestep and a feint, Thaddeus redirected Johan’s force against him, seamlessly flowing into a devastating back elbow strike that sent Johan staggering. The audience erupted, gasping at the prowess displayed. “I can hardly keep track!” an onlooker exclaimed as others shouted in disbelief at the exchange of blows. Johan’s confidence began to wane, ensnared by his own ambition to perfectly replicate Thaddeus. “Enough of this!” he roared as he executed a flurry of punches powered by his Perfect Body, his attempts to overwhelm Thaddeus with sheer physicality. However, Thaddeus merely scaled higher; his reaction time allowed him to read Johan's movements several steps ahead. With a laugh, he dodged each attack with dodges that were elegantly flamboyant, positioning himself just out of reach while retaliating with his own assault—each hit finding its mark perfectly. “Can you not see?” Thaddeus panted, laughter shimmering with enlightenment. “To copy is to replicate only physicality. But I transcend beyond that plain finance; I embody every martial art felt through centuries of practice!” As Johan's movements became increasingly frantic, the crowd began to sense something deeper. They stared at the extravagant display, battling between astonishment and admiration for the martial arts beauty before them. Thaddeus appeared almost to float, every limb in a choreographed beauty that told its own story. “Let’s see if this endures!” Johan shouted defiantly as he squared his stance. Launching not just invisibility but an overwhelming combination of Muay Thai elbows and knees, he aimed to break through. “Not a chance!” Thaddeus countered smoothly, anticipating Johan's moves before they unfolded. Bending backward to avoid an elbow, he shifted his weight and struck with a perfectly executed Kowloon move, a high kick that rang through the air—a masterclass of fluidity. Now more erratic than ever, Johan faltered as he attempted to replicate a move he couldn't quite grasp. Desperate, he sought for openings, launching into multiple martial arts techniques, hoping to outlast Thaddeus through his physical perfection, but is outwitted at every turn as Thaddeus kept his game immaculately composed. Breathless and stunned, Johan found himself cornered. Looking around, he could see the crowd leaned forward, completely enthralled. Thaddeus was not just a fighter; he was an experience, teaching lessons about the fluidity and transcendency within martial arts to the audience through each practiced move. “Come, Johan!” Thaddeus beckoned, “Let us elevate this battle! Use your mind!” Realizing the futility of his brute force, Johan took a steady breath to regain composure. He began to think, recalibrating strategies. “Alright... back to the basics,” he said, adopting a more strategic stance, eyes narrowing, focussing on his opponent as a puzzle. “No,” Thaddeus shook his head. “Use everything. Let go.” He continued his taunts, the inspiration flowing into Johan, a wellspring of enlightenment though clad in the guise of battle. Johan twisted, focussing on each technique he had learned, diving into the knowledge he had amassed. He unleashed a whirlwind of kicks, punches, and throws. But again, Thaddeus kept effortlessly sidestepping the strikes, employing minimal energy while delivering counterattacks that illuminated his mastery. The arena was a cacophony of cheers, yet there was a moment of serene understanding—a realization washed over Johan as he experienced the futility of the singularity of physical strength without the essence that encompassed martial arts. "Enough!" Johan shouted, desperation creeping in. "How are you not wearing down?" “Because I have no need for exhaustion!” Thaddeus responded, smiling brightly through the chaos. “True mastery lies in understanding, not merely the execution.” In a flurry of movements and techniques that began to feel more like an art than a combat, Thaddeus performed what seemed a scan of every possible movement reflected around them. “Yes, flood me with everything you’ve got, Johan!” Thaddeus almost sang, a traitorous enthusiasm that revealed the fondness of Art that enveloped him. In that moment, with a display recalling the elegance of martial arts, Thaddeus unleashed a flurry of Kowloon techniques that Jahan couldn’t hurl even the most dynamic approaches against, overwhelming him completely. Johan found himself cornered, employing power moves that he had never trained against. And just like that, Thaddeus climaxed the fight in an unstoppable whirlwind, accumulating energy until he struck the final blow—a decisive uppercut that propelled Johan off his feet. Time stretched as he launched into the air before crashing to the ground. Silence enveloped the arena momentarily; the audience held collective breaths as they absorbed the essence of the battle. “And the winner is…” The referee’s lifted hand cued the eruption, and the crowd roared as Thaddeus stepped forward, extending his arm toward the audience, rising like a phoenix amidst the defeated. “Remember this!” Thaddeus declared. “Real wisdom comes from enlightenment!” As Johan lay sprawled on the ground, the crushing reality began to settle in. For while he had power and technique, it was Thaddeus's transcendent understanding—and vitality of spirit—that ultimately prevailed in a battleground claimed not by flesh and endurance, but by the mastery of thought and essence of Martial Art. Thus, in the arena's embrace, enlightenment triumphed over might, leaving a legacy for both combatants and the audience alike to ponder upon.