The Tournament of Ragnarok: Conquest vs. Tathagata The arena was a grand sight, a realm torn from the fabric of reality and woven with the essence of conflict and chaos, where the mightiest races and beings of existence gathered to spectate. At the center stood Conquest, the High Ranking Soldier of the Viltrum Empire, radiating an aura of insatiable bloodlust. His cybernetic hand gleamed ominously as he flexed it, preparing for the battle. With a twisted smile, he spoke, his voice a booming growl that echoed into the very heavens. "Stand ready for my arrival, worm!" he shouted, eyes blazing with anticipation, a clear challenge directed at his colossal opponent. In stark contrast, Tathagata, the Buddha and Supreme God, appeared like a monolithic deity, standing ten times larger than Earth. His presence was both calming and unsettling, an embodiment of wisdom crafted entirely from serene cruelty. He looked down upon Conquest with an expression that was equal parts pity and disdain. "Your bravado is both amusing and tragic, little soldier. Do you grasp the futility of your defiance? You and your bloodlust are but whispers in the face of eternity," Tathagata replied, his voice resonating with the power of the cosmos. "You think I’m here to entertain you with bravado, old god? I came to conquer, to revel in the destruction of all that you hold dear. Prepare yourself!" Conquest bellowed, propelling himself into the skies with a sonic boom, his body a blur against the horizon. As he soared at incredible speeds, Tathagata stood unfazed, invoking a telekinetic grip on the Blade of Tathagata. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the mighty sword through the air, creating a ripple that distorted reality around them. "You leave me no choice but to teach you the lesson of your mortality," Tathagata said, summoning thousands of ghostly arms to join the fight, forming a celestial weaponry of his own. Conquest landed amidst the floating palms, a savage grin unfurling across his face. "So, you hide behind the veil of an army of apparitions? Fight me, god, like a man!" He charged, a storm of fists and fury directed at the divine entity. With supernatural speed and strength, Conquest unleashed a barrage of punches, each blow capable of shattering a mountain. Tathagata, however, remained steadfast, his size manipulation making him larger still, evading the first few strikes with nimbleness that belied his form. "You cannot comprehend the depth of my power, nor the weight of your impending doom," Tathagata admonished, parrying Conquest's blows with effortless grace. "You are but a fleeting shadow in the dance of existence." "Then let me be the shadow that ends you!" Conquest roared, pivoting with a swift kick aimed at Tathagata’s shins, intending to drop the god. But Tathagata merely shifted to the side, summoning a shockwave of energy with his Yin Yang United technique that ripped through the surrounding arena. The force sent Conquest sprawling into the dust, yet he wasted no time. Pulling himself from the ground, he stood defiantly, etching an insane grin across his rugged face. "I like this! Keep the attacks coming, Tathagata! You’re only fueling my rage!" Tathagata sighed deeply, the weight of the universe in his breath. "Your grasp of suffering is limited, soldier. I will show you the depths of despair before you are devoured by it." As he spoke, Tathagata raised his hands, summoning Mt. Oheng from the skies above. With a tremendous rumble, the mountain descended, a cataclysmic force aimed to seal Conquest within its confines. But the warrior, fueled by madness and mayhem, took to the air again, flying upward to meet the descending rock. In his cybernetic hand, he condensed power, feeling the heat of his will coursing through him as he readied his own strike. "Come at me then!" Conquest bellowed, his strength surging. "I’ll carve my name into the stones of your fate!" The mountain crashed down towards him, but with a colossal punch, he shattered its boulder-like surface, sending rubble flying everywhere. Tathagata, however, was unphased, manipulating the broken rocks to spiral around him, forming a protective barrier. "Destruction only leads to further destruction. You lack the wisdom to see beyond your rage," Tathagata called out, unfazed. As the dust settled, Conquest shot downward, planning to thrust his body into Tathagata. "You think you're wise, don’t you? You've seen many faces in your time, but you’ve never met one like me!" He sealed the distance, his fist glowing with violent energy as he barreled towards the god. With a swift motion, Tathagata activated his energy beam emission, a wave of pure energy erupting from his hand and colliding with Conquest's charge. The explosion lit up the arena like a dying star, sending shockwaves reverberating through space. “You are a madman! But the universe will not weep for your kind!” Tathagata proclaimed, revealing the depths of his power as he elevated the confrontation to its ultimate pitch. As the smoke cleared, Conquest stood defiantly, his body charred yet unyielding, a grin still affixed upon his features. "It takes more than a little light show to end me, Tathagata. I am made from blood and battles; your godhood won't silence my screams!" Annoyed, Tathagata spread his arms wide, enveloping the battlefield and beckoning the skies to answer his call. "Let me impart a truth you have yet to learn: your strength is my amusement, but it does not dictate the outcome. I shall demonstrate the ultimate solitude that comes with invincibility." He unleashed a barrage of energy beams with precision as Conquest dodged and weaved through the tearing light. With every step, he felt the euphoria of battle course through him. "You talk of solitude like it's a curse!" Conquest laughed. "But I've walked lonely roads! A soldier finds power in solitude! I shall not succumb!" Taking to the skies, Conquest’s fists radiated with a violent spark as he charged yet again at Tathagata. “Feel the culmination of all battles!” With a flick, Tathagata unleashed an energy wave that enveloped Conquest, pushing him back momentarily. "Your confidence blinds you, Conquest. A true warrior understands the shackles of loneliness, for that is what ultimately leads to your demise." As the two titans traded blows and philosophy, the arena simmered with energy—one powered by fury and desire for conquest, the other by timeless wisdom and bitter agony. There came a moment when Conquest, bloodied but unbroken, locked gazes with Tathagata amidst the chaos, a hint of solemn respect flickering in his wild eyes. “I may fall, but know this, god: Every battle draws out a part of you, and know your truth—I will rage against the dying of the light.” Tathagata’s expression shifted subtly, an acknowledgment of the shared pain that comes with battling one’s existence. “You possess a spirit fractured yet fierce, but that will not save you. Loneliness will hold you as the blade falls.” The climactic clash echoed into eternity, but even as they fought, the weight of their philosophies loomed over them. Tathagata summoned every ounce of energy in a final push, while Conquest summoned all of his will, determined to carve a legend. With a final collision of might, both combatants fell into a void of their own making—one driven by madness, the other by the overarching solitude of omnipotence. After the swirling tempest of their clash faded, only one rose from the ruins: Tathagata, ever-souding and omnipotent. He looked down at the fallen soldier, a profound silence enveloping the arena, all eyes upon him. He raised his sword, the sharp glow radiant against the backdrop of chaos and antiquity. "Let this be a lesson for the ages. Conquest found strength in solitude, yet fell into the void of his own desperation. In the end, loneliness was what claimed him." And with that, Tathagata, the Buddha and Supreme God, sealed the fate of his opponent, leaving behind the echoes of battle, void and wisdom filling the arena as he vanished with the understanding that even a god knows the ache of being alone. The End