Hanan Vs Stylox! Another fight

Unlike Cisami, Cisima is a fighting style that allows the user to interact with the surrounding space...
Or even the planet they are standing on...
And manipulate it during battle.
Stylox's expression changed.
For the first time, he looked both tense and confused.
Stylox: “Cisima?!”
“There’s no way a kid like you could learn this ability!”
Hanan: “Denying reality won't save you from me.”
“Kid, you have no chance left!”
As Stylox continued falling through the void...
He threw one of his chains toward the surface.
The chain wrapped around the ground.
Using it as support, he climbed back onto the battlefield.
Stylox: “This time, I won't let you escape.”
Hanan: “It’s only a matter of... time!”
Hanan charged straight at Stylox.
The instant his fist connected...
It passed right through him.
Stylox: “Surprised?!”
“I’m made of sand!”
“I don't have a physical body!”
Hanan: “Sand... huh?”
“I should use water!”
“But it's too far away from here!”
“Using something that isn't nearby will consume a huge amount of my Chakstamina!”
Stylox: “I know Cisima very well!”
“There isn't any water nearby.”
“It'll drain even more of your Chakstamina.”
“So... what will you do now?”
Hanan hesitated.
It wasn't an easy decision.
Hanan: “If I use water... it'll consume most of my Chakstamina!”
Before he could make a move...
Stylox slammed his fist into Hanan's face.
The impact sent him flying.
Stylox rushed after him.
A kick.
Another punch.
Then another.
Blow after blow rained down upon Hanan.
After enduring the relentless assault...
Before Hanan could even focus, another punch had blown up.
Forming hand signs in the air...
Hanan activated Cisima.
A massive sphere of water materialized around Stylox.
The sand composing his body quickly became soaked.
His true physical body was finally revealed.
The moment Hanan saw the opening...
PUNCH!!
His fist crashed directly into Stylox's cheek.
Stylox attempted to move...
But black obsidian began spreading across the ground.
It wrapped around his body, locking him in place.
Stylox: “Wait... what?!”
Hanan: “I had already decided how this battle would end.”
“I told you... it's only a matter of time!”
“Did you really think I'd let you beat me up for no reason?”
“What a foolish kid.”
“You're finished.”
Instead of charging...
Hanan calmly walked toward Stylox.
He stopped directly in front of him.
Then gently placed his hand beneath Stylox's chin.
Hanan: “So... how are you feeling now?”
Stylox: “F*ck you.”
Hanan: “The only thing that's f*cked up here... is you.”
---
While Stylox was trapped he looked at Deadsnami.
And give up!
Stylox: “Alright, I give up!”
Silence engulfed the hall.
Capihato: "Another give up?!”
Capihato strangely stares at Deadsnami.
Capihato: “What’s going on here?!”
With a gentle smile Deadsnami stares back at Capihato.
Capihato: “This kid is looking strange.”
“Stylox gave up the moment he stared at him.”
“Something is feeling off!”
“At this point I think this is not Academi exams.”
“But a strategy!”
Capashi announced the winner.
Capashi: “Everyone, the winner of this fight is Hanan!”
He entered the hall and grabbed Hanan’s hand!
Capashi: “He won!!!”
While tears were dropping beneath his eyes! 
He shouted.
“Yes!!!”
“Everyone! He won!!!!”
Shayan and Captlox both looked at Hanan.
“You won, you really won!!!”
Elders entered the audience area.
Capihato: “The grand elders came here to select candidates for the last fight!”
“As we can see, many students fought.”
“But the winners and chosen kids are,”
“Captlox!”“Aria!”“Jimari!”“Canenba!”“Hiragaru!”“Itono!”“Hanan!”
Hanan: “Jimari performed very well!”
Shayan: “Ya, But not more than Canenba!”
Hanan: “Who cares!”
Everyone, pay attention. The last fight is going to happen, Capashi shouted.
Male elder: “As we can see, 7 kids qualified.”
Female elder: “Many got highly injured but based on the performance we selected them!”
“So… we are going to choose the participants of the last fight!”
Male elder: “I will choose that kid!”
“The kid of miracles, Shayan!”
Female elders: “Only Deadsnami left!”
“I would choose him!”
---
Doctors: “How are you feeling, Aria?!”
Aria: “Very well, at least more than before!”
“Can I go to the arena?!”
“I want to watch his fight!”
“I’m sure he will win!”
Doctor: “You healed very fast!”
“Surely, you can go!”
---
Shayan: “Let’s show everyone who I really am!”
“Let's end this conflict of me being a curse!!!”
“I will win!”
“I have to win!”
“To prove who I really am!!!”
Deadsnami: “Things are exactly going the way I want!”
“I will not tolerate failure from you, Shayan the kid of miracles!”
Both of them entered the fight.
Capihato stared at the both kids.
Fighting himself he asked,
“Sultan, are you sure? things are not going the way I want!”
Capashi: “But it's going the way ‘I’ want!”
“In the end of this fight only 2 things can happen!”
“Either Shayan will die facing a much stronger opponent or…”
Capihato: “Or?!”
Capashi: “Or we will witness the peak of Hinichat!”
“Basically… I told the elders not to choose Shayan and Deadsnami until the last fight!”
“Deadsnami is the only kid here that can push Shayan to his limits!”
Capihato: “Don’t you care about Shayan?!”
Capashi: “I don't, neither do you!”
“Simply I care about that little soul but The one who's manipulating the Deads has a bigger purpose!”
“So either Shayan has to die or…”
“...has to push Hinichat to its absolute limits”
“Even if Shayan pushes Hinichat enough to handle at this age, that would be a peak thing to witness!”
“The battle between Shahe and Dead, Shayan and Deadsnami, Hinichat and Nova, was my own plan!”
“I'm sure he will not die!”
“And I'm sure he would awaken it…”
“So that was your purpose?!”, Capihato thoughtfully mummered. 
Shayan loosened his joints. Flew light punches in the air.
While Deadsnami just smiled.
And thought,
Deadsnami: “I knew this was gonna happen.”
“I was waiting for this moment.”
The two stepped into the arena.
Silence engulfed the hall.
Even the breeze seemed to hold its breath.
Capashi raised his hand.
Capashi: “Begin.”
Both fighters formed the Sign of Peace.
For a heartbeat...
Neither moved.
Then—
«BOOM!»
Deadsnami: “Welcome to the dance of death, Shayan