Ugh!
The God of Fantasy struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. In this critical situation, he was forced to use a trump card: the ability to manipulate time, a power he had once copied from a close friend in the past—a friend who was not present at the moment.
"Rewind!"
He activated his power, forcing the flow of time back to a few seconds before the God of Fighter's punch landed on his face. Knowing the trajectory beforehand, the God of Fantasy tilted his head to the side, perfectly dodging the terrifying punch by a hair's breadth.
However, the God of Fighter was completely unconcerned by such a trivial time magic. His eyes blazed with the bloodthirsty rage of a battle-crazed maniac. He roared, unleashing a barrage of frenzied punches at speeds far exceeding the speed of light. Millions of fists of light formed an absolute pressure net, shattering every twisted timeline around the God of Fantasy, giving him no chance to cast spells or bend reality.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The God of Fantasy was repeatedly struck, his body torn apart. He retreated, spitting out a mouthful of divine blood, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment, shouting: "Why?! The Spirits clearly erased your concept! How can you still exist and recover so quickly?!"
The God of Fighter paused for a moment, his fists emitting smoke from the friction with the superluminal air. He didn't bother with lengthy explanations or philosophical pronouncements like those other false gods, merely smirking arrogantly, giving a simple yet cruel answer:
"Why bother with lengthy explanations? Simply put, I've been reborn!"
The essence of the God Fighter is battle and survival.
Every time a concept of his is erased, his body automatically activates a primal regeneration loop at the divine cellular level, rendering all erasures meaningless. He charges forward again, his fists piercing the light, tearing through the northern night once more, plunging the God of Fantasy into the most breathtaking life-or-death battle ever.