The golden glow in Bast's panther eyes narrowed, no longer dismissive now wary.
At first, she hadn't taken Nolan seriously. After all, what mortal could ever shatter a god's divine shield?
But now… her defenses were breaking.
With a deafening growl, Bast summoned countless spectral panthers, all glowing in fierce violet energy. They lunged toward Nolan like ethereal missiles.
His eyes blazed once more.
His twin laser beams collided with the charging beasts, detonating in a blinding eruption that rocked the battlefield.
As the dust cleared, Bast moved.
She was a blur. Her form shot forward like a black comet, punching through the shockwaves with a speed that shattered the sound barrier.
"I'll admit it, Supreme Superman," she sneered as she flashed into view. "You live up to your title… the heir of that fabled Sorcerer Supreme."
"But don't think this means victory. I've existed since the dawn of civilization I am the Panther Goddess!"
At those words, she unleashed a maelstrom of claws.
Dozens of hundreds of strikes per second. Her divine claws danced in a storm of speed and power, tearing through the air with deadly precision.
Yet… she wasn't landing a single hit.
All around them, stone fragments floated midair suspended in place, vibrating from the sheer energy.
And at the heart of the maelstrom?
To the average viewer, he looked like a flickering blur his figure indistinct, as if censored by reality itself.
Only Tony and Vision could even begin to track his movement. Even Red Hulk, with all his strength, could barely follow.
Bast's strikes were divine.
But Nolan's dodging speed outclassed them completely.
"What's wrong, Goddess?" Nolan smiled calmly, his voice sharp as frost. "Tired already?"
"You coward!" Bast roared. "Did your teacher only train you to run?!"
"Fine," he replied. "I'll hit back."
What followed was a storm.
The entire battlefield blurred. Sound was all anyone could follow thunderous booms, sonic waves, the shock of gods clashing.
Even the ongoing war between Wakanda and Oscorp had ground to a halt.
Everyone, hero and soldier alike, understood.
This one battle would decide everything.
Their movements became mere phantoms, two streaks colliding again and again, scattering debris across the savannah.
Nolan mixed Dragon Force, lasers, dimensional magic, and combat mastery with perfect precision. He wasn't just strong he was a trained fighter.
Years of secret sessions with martial arts masters, combined with his genius-level intellect and total bodily control, had paid off.
She was a goddess but even a goddess grows soft after centuries of worship.
Still, she wasn't without skill. She had once clashed with other deities. Her muscle memory was divine.
This was a battle between two masters.
"Careful, kitten," Nolan quipped.
As Bast lunged with claws glowing bright, a sudden portal shimmered into existence in front of her.
Her claws passed through—
—only to land squarely on her own backside as Nolan used a trick portal to reverse her strike.
"You used magic without chanting?!" Bast's eyes widened.
"What, you expected a PowerPoint presentation?" Nolan smirked.
With her guard down, Nolan drove a devastating punch into her gut.
The air burst behind her as if it had been punched straight through her body. She flew backward, coughing up divine blood.
She slammed into the ground, trembling as she stood.
Her mind raged with humiliation.
"I'm a god… and I'm being toyed with!"
Nolan stepped forward, his voice low.
In a flash, he grabbed her throat.
A blast of arctic wind surged from his lungs, freezing the air around them.
At the same time, creamy-white Dragon Force laced with psionic energy flooded into Bast's mind, battering her will.
His Superman battle suit disengaged piece by piece each segment attaching itself to Bast, forming a magnetic lock that held her completely in place.
His hands moved in practiced rhythm cold magic layered atop freezing breath.
A massive glacier encased Bast in.
Frost stretched for hundreds of meters. Ice spread across the land like a winter plague.
Only Nolan remained standing at the center of the frozen field.
Before him, locked in a block of crystal-clear ice, was the mighty Bast eyes closed, from still.
The Panther Goddess had fallen.
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