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Azazel and the others watched on as the tournament continued, listening to the sounds that were below them: yelling, screaming, blasts of energy, and the occasional voice that would announce a ring-out. 

Sirzechs: I never expected that this would escalate to this scale... 

Ajuka: It's impressive.

Azazel: And a bit terrifying. 

Shiva: Yes... Watching so many strengths and willpowers clash all at once... 

Sirzechs: It really is something else. 

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Issei sat on the ground as Asia used her Twilight Healing to fix up Issei. 

Asia: Try not to move so much... 

Issei: I'm trying. 

Asia: Please don't use that form again... You could rip apart your whole body by doing that... I heard about the first time that you used it... And seeing you bedridden... It was too much for me... 

Issei: Asia... 

Asia: So, please... Don't do anything that could take you away from me... 

Issei: Heh... Bova!

Bova Tannin, Issei's Dragon Pawn, landed in front of the two of them. 

Bova: Yes, Dragon Emperor? 

Issei: J-Just Issei will do... 

Bova: Oh... Yes, Issei? 

Issei: I need you to do me a favor. 

Bova: And that would be? 

Issei: Taking down Crom Cruach. 

Bova: Yes... I've heard about him. He goes by the alias, "Mr. Black", to everyone that isn't in Rias', Son's, or your Peerages. 

Issei: I'm still a bit faint from fighting Sairoarg... 

Asia: More than a bit faint...

Issei: So seeing as you're a fellow dragon... 

Bova: Yes! I understand! I will not fail! 

Bova flew away and headed towards the middle of the fighting stage. 

Issei: Can he do it? 

Ddraig: I'm not sure... 

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Rias: We have the least amount of fighters left in this tournament, so we have to be as careful as possible. We can't afford to lose. 

Akeno: Right. We can't allow the Khaos Brigade to have their way around Hell anymore. 

Koneko: Our future with Issei is at risk... I will fight for that. 

Rias: Well said, Koneko. 

Bova: I admire your determination, however... 

Bova slammed down on the ground from the sky and gave them a glare with his Dragon Eyes. 

Bova: Issei will be the one to win this tournament. 

Rias: Bova Tannin... Are you here to fight us? If you are, I can assure you that it won't go so well. 

Bova: I'm not here for you, Princess of Destruction. I'm here for him.

Bova beckoned towards Crom. 

Bova: Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Black... Or would you prefer I call you Crom? 

Rias: What an unsavory attitude for a Dragon. 

Bova: Get out of the way so I can eliminate this guy. 

Rias: Whatever. Good luck. 

Akeno: You'll need it! 

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Azazel: Bova Tannin, a ruffian with a bad attitude, even amongst Dragons.

Sirzechs: He does seem to have some semblance of respect for Issei Hyoudou. 

Azazel: Most likely because he's the human host of the Heavenly Dragon Ddraig. 

Shiva: Still though... This individual, Mr. Black, is no ordinary opponent. 

Ajuka: Yes... He took a sword straight through the stomach and he's still fighting in peak condition. 

Shiva: His raw strength and durability is nothing to laugh at either. Can Tannin win against such a foe?

Azazel: I wouldn't start underestimating Bova just yet. If his father, Dragon King Tannin, has passed down some good genes, then it's possible that Bova could win. 

Sirzechs: This will be quite the battle indeed. 

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Bova: You will fall at the hands of Bova the Destroyer!

Bova shot a blast of fire at Crom, who jumped away and dodged it. 

Out from the inferno appeared Bova, who chomped at him with his colossal teeth. 

Crom ducked out of the way and countered with a powerful uppercut that made Bova stagger. 

Crom: Give. Up. 

Bova: Not today! 

Bova slashed at Crom with a clawed hand. Crom jumped out of the way but was scratched by Bova's attack. 

Crom looked down at his black coat to see a large claw mark in the middle of it. 

Koneko: No way... That punk dragon actually hit Crom! 

Akeno: Impressive. 

Crom sighed aloud and charged Bova, opting to leap in the air to strike his face. 

However, Bova seemed to disappear in midair. 

Crom: Oh... 

Crom looked down to see that Bova was significantly smaller than he was before. 

Crom: That's how it is, huh? 

Bova: Oh, yeah! 

Bova grew back to his original size, slashing Crom's body in the process. 

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Azazel: There it is! 

Sirzechs: It seems that you were right, Azazel. 

Ajuka: He managed to land a clean hit on Mr. Black. A new feat in this tournament. 

Azazel: Just like his father before him, Bova has the ability to alter his size! However, I didn't think he'd use it to dodge and then counter an attack! 

Shiva: I know that this tournament was set up to defeat the Khaos Brigade, but I'm getting the sense that you just wanted to see a whole bunch of strong fighters go against each other... Am I wrong? 

Azazel: Nope! 

Sirzechs: What are we going to do with you...

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Crom Cruach had a large wound that went from his side to his cheek. 

Bova: Hurts, huh? 

Crom just stood there and looked at him. 

Bova: Answer, huh? I'll knock you off right now! I will! 

Crom: Do it then. 

Bova: Giving up already? Heh. 

Bova charged Crom to knock him off, but a black, evil light erupted from the stadium and filled the whole arena. 

Akeno: What is this?! 

Koneko: I've never felt such an evil energy like this before! 

Rias: He's doing it... 

When the black aura faded, the sight that was in front of them made everyone stop. 

A large black Western Dragon was biting down on the neck of Bova Tannin. 

Sirzechs: No... way... 

Azazel: It can't be! 

Ajuka: He's been dead for thousands of years, but here he is! 

Shiva: It's him... In the flesh... Crom Cruach... The Cresent Circle Dragon! 

Crom Cruach, in his Dragon Form, swung Bova by the neck and slammed him into the arena floor, making the entire stage shake. 

Bova got back up and both Western Dragons stared each other down, waiting for the other to make a move. 

The two attacked each other again, wrestling about trying to defeat the other. 

The battle became airborne as Bova flew up into the air with his Dragon Wings and unleashed a blaze of fire upon Crom that not only struck him but hit the fighting stage as well, lighting it on fire. 

Bova as angered to see that Crom wasn't affected by his attack. 

Bova: You've got to be kidding me. 

It was Crom's turn to fly, as he leaped into the air and threw Bova back to the ground, reversing the positions that they were once in. 

Crom breathed heavily as hints of fire began to come from his large mouth. 

Cruach tilted he head back and let out an extreme amount of fire. So much that it began to cover the sky of the World of Void. 

The darkness of the Void lit up as the sky turned red from Crom's powerful attack. 

Bova: I-Impossible! 

Crom looked at Bova this time and prepared the same attack. 

Bova: No! 

Crom launched his powerful fire attack at Bova, who tried to counter it with his own blast of fire, but it was useless. 

The attack hit Bova head-on and cracked the stage underneath him. 

The stage split in two as Bova fell into the void. 

*Bova Tannin has been eliminated!*

As everyone witnessed the stage, now cracked into two pieces, something else began to happen: 

More cracks were seen in the two parts of the once whole stadium as the two parts cracked into many smaller pieces. 

As a result, many fighters fell off the stage and into the void. 

The announcer's voice rang out, announcing all those who fell. 

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Piccolo and Roshi were barely able to grab onto Gasper, as the tournament stage opened up underneath him. 

Piccolo pulled him back up safely. 

Gasper: T-Thanks. 

Piccolo: No problem.

Roshi: It looks like those two Dragons completely tore up the fighting stage. Now the sky is red and there are only these large craters to fight on. 

Piccolo: Don't start getting soft now. We can win this. 

Suddenly, a blast of fire shot right by Piccolo's face. 

He turned around to see Riser and his Peerage there, ready for a fight. 

Piccolo: Gasper. 

Gasper: Y-Yes? 

Piccolo: Get out of here. Go find Son. This Old-Timer and I will take care of this. 

Gasper: Y-You can count on me! 

Gasper sprouted his devil wings and flew away. 

Piccolo: Look alive, Old Man. It's time for a fight. 

Roshi: Who you calling, "Old-Timer"? I'm at least 300 years old! 

Piccolo: This is just like old times, isn't it? 

Roshi: If only we had Son here. This would feel like a Namek Reunion. 

Piccolo: Heh... Let's beat these guys and regroup with him. 

Roshi: You got it...

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Meme. 

Next Time on Highschool DxD: Legends: 

"Hey! Son (y/n) here! Looks like Piccolo and Roshi are fighting the women of the Phenex Peerage. I wonder how Roshi will do against those women... Good strategy, Piccolo! Use the Special Beam Cannon! Roshi! Be careful!" 

Chapter 44: The Turtle-Hermit Awakens! Buying Time for The Special Beam Cannon?! 

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