The Titan's Wisdom, the Trap of Power!

Thanos was sent flying by a single punch. His massive body traced an ungainly arc through the air before slamming into a distant mountainside, triggering a small landslide.

As the rubble and dust settled, he slowly rose from the wreckage and wiped a trace of purple blood from the corner of his mouth. His earlier arrogance and contempt were gone, replaced by an unprecedented gravity—and a flicker of excitement stirred within him, the excitement of a supreme warrior.

"Very interesting," Thanos said in a low voice, working his jaw, which had gone slightly numb from Link's punch. "Your use of the Stones exceeds my expectations. You've blended their powers well."

He acknowledged Link's strength.

But acknowledgment did not mean surrender.

As a conqueror who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Thanos knew that no battle could be fought in only one way. When you could not win on your enemy's terms, you had to drag him into your own rhythm without hesitation.

And his greatest strength had never been manipulating the laws of the universe like a mage.

It was... combat itself.

Thanos's gaze changed in an instant.

Every stray thought fell away, leaving nothing but pure killing intent and combat instinct. He stopped channeling the Space Stone and instead drew all that energy inward to strengthen his body.

A moment later, his massive body charged at Link again with astonishing speed utterly at odds with his size.

There were no more flashy clashes of laws, only the most primal, savage hand-to-hand combat.

Link raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. He had not expected this cosmic overlord to abandon his greatest advantage and choose to grapple with a monster like him, who possessed Man of Steel and reactive evolution.

Still, he did not care.

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