The tournament momentum rolled on into the fourth match of Round 4, shifting the crowd's focus entirely to the next battle zone.
Down in the competitor pipeline, Asadullah stepped aggressively into the arena, the heavy ground vibrating slightly under his dense stance.
The G.O.D. of War and Fight cracked his knuckles, his fierce eyes locking onto his designated opponent waiting at the center ring.
His opponent was a twelve-year-old fighter named Row, whose primary discipline relied on the intense FV Type: Fighting style.
Row carried himself with extreme arrogance, his posture practically radiating a misplaced sense of absolute superiority.
On his hands, he proudly wore a pair of specialized metallic combat gauntlets that hummed with a low-grade physical energy frequency.
These gauntlets were officially classified as a -z Tier Weapon, a ranking that marked the absolute entry-level baseline of the cosmic tier system.
The vast scaling hierarchy ran from a baseline of -z all the way to a, before advancing to +z through +a, Z through A, and +Z through the stellar A+++++.
Above those laid the legendary heights of S Infinite, G Infinite, L Infinite, WC Infinite, and the supreme absolute peak of L WC—a rating structure governing weapons, fighters, and Urja across existence.
Despite owning the absolute lowest possible tier of weapon in the system, Row felt incredibly proud to possess an actual graded armament.
"Hey, older guy!" Row shouted, lifting his hands to display the metallic plating. "Do you see these? You're looking at a certified tier weapon!"
Asadullah didn't even blink, completely ignoring the boy's dramatic boasts as he walked forward with his arms crossed.
To a seasoned Animan veteran who lived for the absolute thrill of true warfare, a kid bragging about a minor -z toy wasn't even worth a verbal response.
Seeing his words entirely dismissed, Row's face flushed with irritation as he channeled his fighting Urja directly into his hands.
The referee drone hovered into position, its central mechanical light flashing a bright green to signal the official start.
"ROUND 4 — MATCH 4: BEGIN!"
Row instantly lunged forward, using his gauntlets to throw a high-speed, sequential barrage of seven rapid physical punches.
One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!
The air whistled as the metal-plated fists tore through the space, aiming directly for Asadullah's chest and jawline.
Yet, the G.O.D. of War and Fight was simply too powerful, his combat instincts operating on an entirely different plane of reality.
With minimal effort, Asadullah rhythmically shifted his weight, effortlessly dodging all seven incoming strikes with flawless, micro-precision.
Not a single metallic knuckle managed to graze the fabric of his battle gear as he slipped the final punch.
"Is this the absolute limit of your war?" Asadullah growled, his deep voice carrying the heavy weight of an actual battlefield.
"I am the G.O.D. of Fight and War," he stated firmly, his golden aura flaring with an overwhelming, suffocating pressure.
"An Animan of my standing simply cannot lose against someone as weak as you. Real combat isn't a game for children to play with toys."
Before Row could even attempt to pull back his overextended arm, Asadullah pulled back his right fist, gathering a dense concentration of kinetic force.
"MEGA PUNCH!"
He unleashed a single, straightforward strike that carried the absolute, unfiltered structural mass of his combat experience.
The sheer air pressure generated by the punch detonated the space directly in front of Row before the actual fist even made physical contact.
The massive impact completely shattered the fighting Urja barrier around Row's body, sending the boy flying backward across the arena.
He crashed heavily into the boundary wall, his -z tier gauntlets cracking instantly as his consciousness faded out entirely.
The referee drone immediately signaled the end of the matchup, dropping its indicator down toward the standing warrior.
"WINNER: KHANDAKER G.O.D L WAR ASADULLAH DINO LION!"
Asadullah lowered his fist, letting out a heavy, disappointed sigh as he looked down at the unconscious kid sliding down the wall.
"I didn't think that it would be that easy," Asadullah muttered, turning his back to the ring as he prepared to head back to the vaults.
High above the atmosphere, observing from the core of the blazing, red 5,411,025-degree star Colex-5411025, the Five-Armed Man chuckled.
He leaned against his cosmic plunger, his central third eye tracking Asadullah's heavy, disciplined walk off the stained stone floor.
"Ah," the Five-Armed Man whispered into the shifting solar winds. "The G.O.D. of Fight and War is truly great at that. Let's see how the next bracket holds up."
CLIFFHANGER:
As the dust from Round 4 settles, the stadium's digital display rapidly shuffles the names for the upcoming brackets. The lights flash a deep, volatile violet as the system registers Group 5, forcing Lam to finally step forward from the shadows of the competitor tunnel.