20072

The shattered remnants of the forest were a testament to the devastation wrought by the battle above.

The ground was cracked, trees felled in every direction, their trunks splintered from the shockwaves of the fierce combat.

Yet, none of this mattered.

The battle was inevitable, and it would unfold regardless of the grandeur surrounding it.

20072's hammer swung through the air with terrifying speed, aiming for 837's head.

But the smaller fighter wasn't standing still.

In an instant, 837 shifted to the left, his magnetic field pushing against the hammer's trajectory and throwing off its power.

He used the moment to close the gap between them, spinning to the side and thrusting his spear straight for 20072's side.

20072 barely reacted in time, shifting his torso to avoid a fatal strike.

His muscles burned from the force of the previous swings, but his instincts remained sharp.