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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.

With his left hand, he caught the shaft of the spear, redirecting it with a grunt of effort.

The two locked in close combat, each trying to overpower the other's position.

The magnetic pulse emanating from 837's spear clashed against the overwhelming force of 20072's hammer, their weapons sparking with each point of contact.

The ground beneath them cracked as they moved with lethal precision.

837's spear jabbed forward again, aimed directly for 20072's throat.

This time, the blow was a feint, he twisted his wrist, pulling the spear back just before contact.

It was a move designed to force 20072 to react, to make him believe he was being attacked head on.

Instead, 837 drove his knee into the side of 20072's ribcage, an explosive strike meant to break through his defenses.

20072 staggered, gasping for breath as pain shot through him, but he retaliated immediately.

His warhammer slammed into 837's shoulder, pushing him back with brute force.

The blow struck with the force of a falling mountain, but 837 was fast, shifting his body to absorb some of the impact through his aura.

The hammer left a deep dent in his armor, but it wasn't enough to break him.

Not yet.

Reacting quickly, 837's spear snapped back to life, glowing with a renewed intensity as he swung it up in a tight arc toward 20072's head.

The movement was quick and precise, aimed to catch 20072 off guard.

But 20072's hammer twisted midair, now in his dominant hand, and slammed down, meeting 837's spear at the apex.

The shockwave reverberated through both their bodies, sending them staggering back, blood flowing freely from fresh wounds. Despite the injury, neither fighter stopped.

837 rolled to the side and used the momentum to pull himself up.

He had to end it soon, or he would be too drained.

His aura flickered weakly, but it still held, just barely.

With a hard breath, 837 gritted his teeth, calculating his next move.

He flicked his spear out in a series of rapid thrusts, feints meant to confuse, all while pulling the spear back in a continuous circle, forcing 20072 to defend against every angle.

20072 narrowed his eyes, waiting.

He could feel the momentum shifting, 837's attacks becoming less precise, more desperate.

He wouldn't give him that opening.

The warhammer in his hands was heavy, but his grip never wavered.

He tightened his stance, waiting for the right moment.

With a sharp cry, 837 pushed his spear forward, aiming straight for 20072's chest, the final thrust of his power.

But just as the spear came within inches of his target, 20072 sidestepped.

His hammer swung low, catching the side of 837's knee with brutal precision.

The impact sent 837 crashing to the ground.

Pain shot up his leg as his aura flared in response, trying to dull the agony, but it was too much.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

His leg buckled beneath him, and for the first time, he faltered.

Seeing the opportunity, 20072 didn't hesitate.

With a roar, he swung his hammer in a wide arc, aimed directly for 837's head.

His body surged forward, every movement drenched in his elemental fire, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

837, his vision fading from the impact to his knee, barely had time to react.

His spear flashed up with a desperate burst of energy, but it wasn't enough.

The hammer collided with his body, striking him across the ribs and sending him flying through the air.

His body hit the earth with a sickening crack, his armor splitting open from the force.

He lay there, gasping for breath, his body broken and bloodied.

His aura flickered, dangerously low. But he wasn't out yet.

With a final, tremulous breath, 837 pushed himself up, gritting his teeth as he drew the last of his magnetic power.

His spear hummed once more, albeit faintly, as he focused everything into his next attack.

20072, sensing the end, charged forward, his warhammer raised high.

Every part of his body screamed with exhaustion, but his elemental aura flared one last time.

He would end this, right here, right now.

837 waited, his body trembling.

He could see the opening, the small delay in 20072's advance.

His instincts screamed for him to act.

And then, in a flash, he did.

With a cry, he launched himself forward, pushing the full weight of his magnetic power into the spear.

The weapon surged with one final burst, aiming straight for 20072's heart.

But just as the spear neared its target, 20072 swung his hammer downward in a final, desperate move.

The two forces collided with a thunderous boom, and for a moment, the world seemed to collapse in on itself.

The ground erupted beneath them as the final clash resounded.

The earth itself shook as the sheer force of their energies tore through it.

When the dust settled, there was only one fighter left standing.

20072 stood amidst the wreckage, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion.

His body was covered in deep cuts, bruises, and burns, his warhammer hanging limply in his grasp.

His golden aura was now a pale shadow of what it had once been, flickering weakly, but he was alive.

He had won.

837, however, lay crumpled in the dirt, his spear shattered, his aura extinguished.

His body was a ruin, and though he had fought valiantly until the end, there was no getting up now.

With a heavy sigh, 20072 staggered over to 837's motionless form.

His victory felt hollow, but he knew there was no turning back now. Read new adventures at empire

He had fought hard, pushed his limits, and emerged victorious.

But the cost was high.

His body was broken, and the power that had fueled his victory was near its end.

Yet, none of this held any weight.

The battle was far from over, and the potions hidden within his space rings would restore him to his peak.

No matter the odds, he was ready to rise again, his strength replenished and his resolve unshaken.