Battal lunged at Voren the instant the referee's voice rang out, and Voren met him head-on, their bodies colliding with the force of two mountains crashing together as the long-awaited battle between the two kings finally began.
Their fists struck with brutal strength, their speed nearly identical, and neither man showed any intention of giving the other an inch of ground.
Battal dodged Voren's punches with remarkable precision, twisting away from one blow before launching another of his own, while Voren matched every movement with equal skill, his eyes fixed on his opponent as they engaged in a deadly dance of strength, experience, and unrelenting fury.
They fought like professional assassins who had spent their entire lives studying the art of killing, each anticipating the other's next move, countering every attack, and matching the other's speed with frightening accuracy.
