They sway gracefully and joyfully in the sunlight, as if telling of the joy of new life.
Meanwhile, amidst this sea of flowers and grassland, several towering, lush trees also stand tall.
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, the sound drifting across the vast meadow and caressing everyone's ears.
Under the gentle sunlight, glistening dewdrops clung to the dense branches.
It also clung to the edges of the emerald green grass leaves, like tears reflected in the eyes of flowers.
That... is definitely Viktor's style.
Then, all the audience members saw it.
The arrogant god-king from before was now kneeling in the center of the lawn.
His body was weak and feeble, his withered and decaying form completely out of place in this vast ocean of vibrant flowers and plants.
[Zeus] HP: 0.1%.
He's not dead yet, but he'll be soon.
He is now like a withered leaf swaying on a branch, about to fall.
Even a gentle breeze could have taken away the last breath of his life.
The audience's attention was focused on this once arrogant and noble god-king, for even gods have their moments of downfall.
Soon, a series of footsteps slowly echoed across the grass, gradually approaching Zeus amidst the cracking sounds.
Soon, a pair of black boots came into his view.
Zeus understood that this was Victor.
He struggled to lift his head, as if each inch required all his strength.
He stood facing the bright, blazing sun, looking at Viktor bathed in sunlight, and felt particularly blinded by the light.
“I’ve said from the beginning that you’re not worthy to be my opponent.”
Even at this moment, his words still revealed undiminished confidence and arrogance.
Then, Victor leaned down slightly, meeting Zeus's empty pupils, and spoke in a cold voice:
"Now,"
"Have you given up?"
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