The Demon King and God arrived at the same time, both of them attacking from different positions, the Demon King from above, the God from below.
Anthony didn't panic, instead, he moved, his body blurring as he met both attacks with brutal efficiency, the air collapsing outward in bursts of concentric rings. He met the gaze of the Demon King and the God, and in a blur, they all vanished in a flickering motion that surpassed any scale of measurement known to mankind.
One a blur of pure white.
Another a blur of pitch black darkness.
The last a blur of radiant gold.
The golden blur and black blur slammed endlessly into the white blur with relentless continuity.
Fist met fist.
Knee met knee.
Strength met strength.
Speed met speed.
Martial arts against pure martial arts.
No techniques, no abilities, no skills, no magic.
