Number One traded another punch with the Iron Lord.
Neither his finely honed martial arts nor his magnetic field power rotating at a million horsepower gave him much of an advantage over the Iron Lord.
For powerhouses who had glimpsed the secrets of the universe, magnetic field power and science ultimately converged on the same capabilities and manifestations.
Number One could reconstruct atoms, and the Iron Lord could do the same.
Electromagnetism, gravity-whatever world-shaking means he employed, from turning stone into gold to detonating elementary particles or transforming matter through the weak force, Number One could reshape heaven and earth with a gesture. Yet the Iron Lord matched him in every respect.
His formidable physique and iron fists hammered the shell of strong-force material that the Iron Lord formed instantaneously, but all that force vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir even a ripple.
Yet Number One remained expressionless, relentlessly driving his mighty Magnetic Field Rotation and pounding the Iron Lord's body, punch after punch.
Every punch unleashed power far beyond nuclear fusion, sending wave after wave of space-shaking shock waves toward Battleworld.
"Useless! Useless! Useless!"
Meanwhile, the Iron Lord kept spewing taunts and trash talk to disrupt Number One's thoughts.
"The multiverse was destroyed, forcing everyone back onto the same starting line. But we're already at the finish. Until the Battleworld era ends, none of us can advance another step."
"Why do you think Doom disappeared after unifying Battleworld? Apart from that stolen power of the Beyonder, he's no different from us as long as he remains in this universe that hasn't healed yet."
"Our mastery of the universe's fundamental forces can't decide the winner. On the other hand, your primary consciousness has already fled to another universe. Without a local Supercomputer supporting your processing