On the summit of a desolate, lifeless glacier, two towering beings over 120 meters tall clashed. Each collision unleashed energy waves that swept away the ice mountains, causing them to collapse instantly.
"Brother-in-law, I have a great suggestion," Muria said, his fist landing hard on the flawless face of his opponent, the eight-winged Seraphim descendant. At the same time, he was punched in the abdomen by his brother-in-law.
Both of them grunted in pain and were thrown back several kilometers by the force. Ilvest shook his head to clear the dizziness. Muria's punch had been full force, without holding back. Without his helmet, Ilvest's face would have caved in.
"Go ahead," Ilvest said, his eight wings flapping. The heat from his body vaporized seven ice mountains beneath him, turning them to steam, which then re-froze into snow as it rose to a certain height and fell back down.
"Let's fight without weapons or armor. It'll be more satisfying," Muria's gaze lingered on his brother-in-law's face. No matter the cost, he wanted to land a few solid punches on that face to vent his frustration.
"Excellent idea." Ilvest felt the same way. Hitting Muria through his legendary armor was unsatisfying as much of the force was dissipated. Punching him directly would be far more gratifying.
"Let's do it then!" Muria laughed as his Holy Radiance Emperor armor disassembled and was absorbed back into his body. His perfect Titan physique stood exposed on the snowy mountaintop.
"This is more like it," Muria said, seeing his brother-in-law also removing his armor. His golden dragon wings spread out as he accelerated towards Ilvest. Dodging his arm, Muria grabbed his hair, locked his head, and with a flap of his wings, plunged him toward the ground.
Boom!
The continuous sound of collapsing ice mountains echoed as Muria smashed his brother-in-law's head into an ancient, unmelted glacier, which sublimated instantly on contact. Not satisfied, Muria dragged Ilvest's head through the glacier, creating a trench nearly a hundred meters deep and over forty kilometers long.
"Haha!" Muria laughed heartily, looking at the long trench he had plowed with his brother-in-law's face. He felt immensely satisfied.
"Bastard!" Ilvest roared in fury. Though he had landed hundreds of punches on Muria's chest and abdomen, crushing bones and organs, he still felt extremely aggrieved. Facial injuries were different from body injuries.
"How does it feel, brother-in-law?" Muria laughed, releasing his grip and retreating quickly. His hands were burning; his brother-in-law was on the verge of a berserk rage.
Blazing dragon flames erupted on Muria's chest and abdomen, rapidly healing his injuries, reconstructing bones, and regenerating organs. His wounds healed visibly, showcasing the terrifying vitality of a legendary superbeing.
"Not bad. You should try it too," Ilvest stood up, his face engulfed in flames. Muria guessed it must be disfigured, with bones likely damaged. But when the flames subsided, Ilvest's face was flawless again, as if unscathed.
"Again!" Muria wanted to repeat his tactic, but Ilvest was prepared. When Muria got close, Ilvest grabbed him, performed an over-the-shoulder throw, and smashed him into the glacier below. The surrounding mountains collapsed, causing a massive avalanche.
In this desolate, uninhabited wasteland, the shockwaves from Muria and Ilvest's battle would have caused immense damage to any living beings present, affecting thousands of lives.
"Your turn, Muria!" Ilvest grinned, looking at the three-thousand-meter deep crater Muria had made. He wasn't satisfied; he wanted to plow the ice with Muria's face too. He flew into the crater, reaching for Muria's face.
But Muria was ready. He kicked Ilvest in the face, sending his head snapping back, blood spraying. Despite the kick, Ilvest's punch still landed on Muria.
This was a battle where neither could gain the upper hand. The damage they inflicted on each other was almost equal. Inspired by Muria, they both aimed for each other's face, seeking to cause maximum embarrassment.
On this ancient, desolate mountaintop, Muria and Ilvest's battle wreaked havoc. Ice mountains collapsed and melted. As the fight progressed, the mountain range, averaging over ten thousand meters in height, was reduced by a thousand meters. Melting snow caused floods, quickly refrozen by the cold into ice.
"Why are you two fighting again! And without me!" Mikaela, sensing their absence, found them and saw Muria and her brother fighting without armor. Angrily, she joined in.
Mediation wasn't in her vocabulary. The fiercer the battle, the better.
"You're fighting without armor? Then I will too." Mikaela smiled excitedly, shedding her armor. Her ten wings flapping, she transformed into a crimson light, joining the fray.
Her delicate fists rained down on Muria and Ilvest, knocking them into the snowy mountains, making them look quite miserable.
And thus, the battle ended anticlimactically. Neither Muria nor Ilvest could bring themselves to go all out against Mikaela, especially not in front of each other...
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