The brawl on ring 13 had devolved into something primal, almost beautiful in its brutality—at least at first. Leo Shaw and Eve Summers circled and clashed like twin storms colliding, fists and elbows carving arcs through the air, knees driving upward with bone-jarring force. The reinforced platform trembled under each impact, faint cracks spiderwebbing across its surface despite the advanced alloys designed to withstand Tier 7 clashes. Barriers flared constantly, containing shockwaves that would have bowled over frontline spectators otherwise. Sweat flew in glistening sheets, mixing with faint ozone from Leo's lingering thunder and the subtle metallic sheen radiating from Eve's activated Spirit-Forged Body.
Eve's skin glowed with that ethereal flow—S-grade physical enhancement turning her
