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SM/DC Chapter 162 : Arthur VS Sinestro
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 21:57:00 +0000 UTCArthur raised his hand.
The one bearing the Ring of the Shadow Corps.
A vortex of dark-violet energy spiraled into the air, tendrils of mana and corrupted light twisting like serpents into the void. The very ground cracked beneath him as the power rippled outward, distorting the atmosphere, swallowing the light of the Battery itself for a second.
Sinestro’s eyes narrowed. he did not speak, he merely observed the construct before him.
And then he attacked.
A beam of golden fury, focused and razor-thin, lanced toward Arthur’s chest. The kind of strike that had incinerated countless enemies before.
Arthur’s response was instant.
His hand flicked a spiraling construct of curved, jagged shields unfurled from the darkness. The beam slammed into the construct, but the shadow did not shatter it bent, absorbed, and then redirected in a reverse arc like a crescent wave crashing down toward Sinestro.
Sinestro dodged, flying sideways with perfect form, the redirected beam slicing into the wall behind him, exploding a mountain of stone and molten Qwardian metal.
Arthur smirked.
“Let’s train then,” he said, rising into the air. “They say you’re one of the best power ring users in the cosmos, a former great green lantern. I could use the practice you know, I am a novice afterall..”
Sinestro snarled and hurled a swarm of constructs blades and barbed chains that hissed through the air.
Arthur’s eyes flared, brilliant. In a breath
He vanished.
Speed Step.
He appeared behind the constructs mid-air, already forming his own: black-violet blades shaped like twin scythes both spinning, he launched them with a twist of his wrist. They screamed through the air and shattered the golden constructs on impact cleaving through fear itself.
Sinestro raised a wall just in time to stop them from reaching him but even then, he grunted, forced to retreat back across the battlefield.
Arthur didn’t give him the chance.
He raised both hands, and a massive humanoid construct formed behind him ten stories tall, cloaked in writhing smoke, with six arms each wielding a different weapon: a hammer, a sword, a glaive, a lance, a chain-whip, and a staff with a howling maw at its tip.
It roared without sound and slammed down upon Sinestro.
Sinestro formed a serpent of light, coiling around himself in a blink, the serpent’s jaws biting into the titan’s chest but it was too late. The titan’s staff cracked open the shield and the whip lashed across Sinestro’s back, sending him tumbling through the air.
Arthur landed on the ground. The construct vanished with a thought.
He smirked, sweat trickling down the side of his jaw not from fatigue, but focus.
“You’re quick,” he muttered. “But this ring… It’s alive. I’m already better than I was five minutes ago.”
He raised the ring and spoke to Sinestro through clenched teeth, voice steady.
“Every second I fight you, I learn. Every time you strike, my imagination adapts. Your constructs come from fear. Mine come from shadow and death... and maybe fear also, I really don’t know.”
Sinestro growled. His next construct was a perfect golden double of himself, a clone that mirrored his every move. Two Sinestros flew forward, each flanking Arthur, both hurling razor-sharp chains tipped with blazing spears.
Arthur stepped sideways, and his own double split from his body formed entirely of black flame, twin Kamish blades in its hands. It met the clone mid-air, parrying each strike in sync with Arthur. “A clone..of course, smart idea Sinestro.”
Arthur himself launched forward, feet touching nothing, weaving past the chains, his own twin Kamish blade orbiting him through Ruler’s Authority, slicing any construct near him into violet mist.
He clashed with Sinestro in mid-air, a punch meeting punch, both armored gauntlets flaring with ring energy. A shockwave rang out, blowing back debris for miles.
Sinestro snarled in Arthur’s face.
“You lack control. You lack understanding. Your constructs are wild, chaotic..”
Arthur grinned through the blow.
“They’re mine, I want them chaotic.”
And then Speed Step.
He vanished again, reappearing above Sinestro and smashing him with a gauntleted elbow to the back of the skull, followed by a violet-construct dragon tail whipping across his side.
Sinestro grunted, reeling, then formed a spike-riddled dome around himself, breathing hard, watching Arthur float above like a wraith.
Arthur raised his hand, summoning an obsidian longbow made from coiled shadow-vines. From it, he loosed a volley of arrows each one shaped like daggers.
The arrows hit Sinestro’s dome like meteors.
A whole barrage of them, the dome held but it cracked.
Arthur lowered his bow, hovering.
“You can’t win,” he said calmly. “Ring or not.”
Sinestro emerged from the cratered dome, furious. “Then I’ll die trying!”
Arthur’s twinblades returned to his hands. His ring pulsed.
He smiled.
“Good, then enough toying around.”
Sinestro’s roar tore through the heavy air like a blade. His armor smoked with cracks of leaking yellow light, his breathing jagged, and his golden ring flickering with raw defiance. The battlefield around them had become a shattered arena molten rock and broken constructs. And yet, Arthur descended slowly. Controlled. A black silhouette descending through the violet haze like a god in judgment.
His boots touched the ground with barely a sound.
Then, with a breath he dismissed his ring constructs.
The writhing shadows that had coiled at his back receded. His bow of nightmares vanished. Even the Kamish Twinblade evaporated into purple mist. The only thing that remained were his Doomsday bone gauntlets.
Arthur rolled his shoulders.
Sinestro blinked and Arthur vanished.
Speed Step.
A violet crack of lightning, a whisper of smoke and then Arthur was in front of him, slamming a straight jab into Sinestro’s gut. Not a construct. Not magic.
Just a fist.
Sinestro’s body folded inward with a sickening thud, and he was blasted back through a twisted column of yellow crystal. Arthur didn’t wait. He chased.
Another step.
Another flash.
He appeared above Sinestro mid-air, spinning his leg crashing down with a brutal axe kick to the neck that slammed Sinestro into the ground like a comet. The very crust of Qward cracked beneath them, heat and shockwaves exploding outward in every direction.
Arthur landed next to him.
Sinestro struggled to rise, teeth grit, light bleeding from his cracked ring.
“You’re… You’re not using your ring anymore…”
Arthur cracked his neck.
“I don’t really need it, I was only trying to make a point.”
Sinestro’s ring flared desperate, angry. He summoned a bladed beast of fear, a hound of curved spines and snapping maws lunging for Arthur’s throat.
Arthur raised his arm calmly. [Ruler’s Authority.]
The beast froze mid-leap.
Its form trembled.
And then it imploded, like a puppet whose strings had been cut by something deeper than will.
Sinestro blinked. “No..”
Arthur blurred again. Speed Step.
He appeared behind Sinestro this time, grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and slammed his skull forward into the earth. Once. Twice. A third time. The ground shattered.
Sinestro roared in defiance, formed a construct spear, and tried to impale Arthur from behind but Arthur didn’t move. He simply raised his left gauntlet. The spear bent around his arm, folding like paper.
Arthur grabbed the end of it and ripped it in half.
“No more constructs,” Arthur said, turning to face him. “Just fists now.”
Sinestro screamed in rage and flew at him, golden light flaring from his fists.
Arthur met him head-on.
The two clashed in a pure brawl no magic, no ring play. Just raw, brutal combat. Arthur’s style was savage, refined through blood and experience. Every strike had weight. Every motion was tight and vicious. He ducked Sinestro’s blows, countered with hooks to the ribs, uppercuts that sent him airborne, then snatched his leg mid-spin and hurled him like a ragdoll.
Sinestro coughed blood, yellow cracks now spider-webbing across his ring and armor. Still, he came back swinging. Desperate. Furious. Pride wounded deeper than his bones.
Arthur took a step forward.
His right gauntlet glowed faint violet veins running across the bone.
He stepped into Sinestro’s guard and delivered a brutal left cross.
CRACK.
The sound echoed like a thunderclap across the battlefield.
Sinestro's jaw snapped sideways. His knees buckled.
And then a second punch, right into his solar plexus, delivered with the kind of precision that broke not just bone, but his ego as well. Sinestro dropped to his knees, coughing, gasping, clutching his side.
Arthur stepped back.
He exhaled slowly, shadows coiling around his ankles.
“Now I want you to watch this.”
Sinestro, breathless and broken, looked up in time to see Arthur raise his hand toward the Central Power Battery. “No... You fool wait!”
