Chapter 46 Please, whip me hard!
The scarlet blood stirred up the violent ether tide, surging like a whirlwind. The dazzling sword light was forced out from the tip of the branch in Loen's hand, heading straight for Athena's throat, and arrived suddenly.
“Too slow!”
In a flash, the goddess of war, who was standing still, raised her hand and swung her wrist, and the sword was sealed an inch in front of her, and she easily pushed away the menacing branches.
Suddenly, the overwhelming force coming from the opposite side not only deflected the branch in Loen's hand, but even caused him to stagger and crash into a flowerpot beside him.
"I remember you should have eaten tonight?"
The casual question in his ear, with a hint of teasing, caused Loen's already high blood pressure to rise uncontrollably, and his eyes were bloodshot.
You want to be quick, right? Okay, quick then!
With fighting spirit surging, Loen stomped the ground hard with his left foot, and several marble floors around him turned into powder.
With the help of the recoil force, he stabilized his deflected body and at the same time shot forward at lightning speed, with the sword in his hand as fast as a meteor shower.
That’s it?
Athena yawned, raised her hand slightly, and casually swept away the starlight in the sky. Her thin and slender body was like a reef standing on the coast. No matter how the stormy waves washed against it, it remained motionless.
The bored expression on the goddess' face was extremely sarcastic.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
As it was difficult to advance, on the bloody battlefield in Loen's mind, it seemed as if countless souls were roaring, and the golden blood from the god of war Ares was burning fiercely, turning into infinite power in his body.
“Buzz!”
Along with a sharp explosion in the air, a torrent of blood condensed into one point and shot forward. The whole world seemed to be pierced through by this scarlet light.
"The speed is good enough, but the accuracy is not good enough..."
Athena, her skirt rustling in the strong wind, gave a calm comment, then raised the corners of her lips and her voice turned cold.
"But you must know that your enemies will move!"
Before she finished her words, the goddess of war slightly turned sideways and took half a step forward.
The unstoppable blood-red sword light narrowly brushed past the fluttering silver hair and landed in the air. A slight error would lead to a huge mistake.
What's worse is that as the sword's force missed its target, Loen's body tilted forward and he could no longer control himself.
“Bang!”
A loud thump smacked his butt.
The damage is not great, but it is extremely insulting.
Loen felt the burning pain coming from his buttocks and couldn't help but grimace, his boiling blood becoming even more violent.
Not enough! Not enough!
Although the speed and strength can barely keep up, the skills are insufficient!
Tips! I want tips!
The silent cry in my mind immediately caused the bloody river in my heart to surge.
Then, headless Titans, mindless nymphs, winged dragons, roaring heroes… one after another ferocious figures, born in blood, stepped onto the battlefield and launched desperate charges forward again and again.
The berserker god, wearing a bronze helmet with feathers on his head and leather sleeves on his arms, wielded a sword and a spear, and faced the waves of challengers, slashing, stabbing, and hacking again and again.
Heavy punches smashed, sharp swords swept, claws bit, spears shot... time and again, facing different dangerous situations, one deadly move after another, savagely poured into Loen's soul and appeared before his eyes.
With a sharp pain like needles stabbing in the head, Loen, with bloodshot eyes, stood up and turned around, slashing, stabbing, and hacking at the goddess of war with the sword in his hand like a violent storm... The fierce wind pressure formed deep cuts on the ground around him.
Kind of interesting...
Athena, who was in the center of the storm, raised her eyebrows, took small steps, and used the branches in her hands to block, cut off, and break the sword again and again... With such precision that not a single bit of energy was wasted, she easily isolated the violent and continuous sword force.
As his brain continued to absorb, understand, and digest the fighting skills from the battlefield, Loen became more and more courageous, and even his moves were no longer limited to the sword itself.
Sometimes it was the vicious and cruel attack of a spear, sometimes it was the opening and closing of a knife blade, and sometimes it was the vibration and penetration of a blunt weapon...
In his every move, he even recalled his past experience of fighting gods and monsters on the Oceanus Sea, the tactical deceptions of the Atlantis Guards, and even the Tai Chi force-releasing techniques, Baji's gun-dumping moves, and Aikido's defense and counterattacks...
All the knowledge about combat, whether learned through observation, personally acquired, or merely existing in theoretical fantasy, was gradually integrated into Loen's blood, bones, and even soul in this thrilling duel, forming a clear imprint and instinct.
This is the infinite battle, the infinite trial, the infinite martial arts!
Athena, who was fighting and retreating, felt the rapid change of the figure opposite her. The corners of her lips unconsciously lifted up, outlining a shallow arc.
Not bad, it looks good at least
However, after fighting for a full hour, Loen suddenly stopped and stood still, his bloodshot eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger.
"Fight back! Why don't you fight back?"
That's right.
Until now, the goddess of war has basically been passively defending and countering attacks, showing no intention of attacking at all.
"Let me fight back? Are you sure?"
Athena narrowed her purple eyes slightly when she heard this, with a half-smile on her face.
"Of course! Fight! I want pure fighting!"
At this moment, Loen's brain was filled with surging fighting spirit, and his thinking was completely transformed into Ares. He looked at Athena opposite with burning eyes, and waved the sword in his hand again, launching a new round of attack.
Come on, go completely crazy!
Looking at Loen who was rushing towards her, Athena raised the corners of her lips again, and the smile on her face was unusually bright.
At the same time, the two little guys who heard the noise and sneaked to the backyard porch, secretly poked their heads out to observe the scene, with different expressions on their faces.
Little Medusa's white finger bones grasped the corner of her clothes, with a nervous look on her face.
Nikki's eyes widened, looking as if she was gloating.
"boom!"
The swords flashed and the figure who took the lead in charging flew backwards like a cannonball and fell straight into the dense rose bushes.
"hiss!"
Loen, who was lying on his buttocks, suddenly turned green in the face and jumped up from the ground as if he had been electrocuted. He fumbled back with his hands and pulled out seven or eight bloody spikes in succession.
Deliberate! This woman definitely did it on purpose!
It must be because he stole her tribute before taking revenge!
At this moment, Loen, with a mask of pain on his face, looked at Athena who was walking towards him in the smoke and dust with a smile on her face, and immediately complained secretly in his heart.
Small-minded!
"Do you want to continue? My friend..."
The branches in the goddess of wisdom's hands tapped rhythmically against her palms, and the expression on her face revealed a certain comfort and regret.
Although it's fun to smoke, I should...
However, Loen, who had regained consciousness, reluctantly pulled up the half-broken branch on the ground. Without retreating at all, he strode forward with an even more intense fighting spirit gushing out of his body.
“Come again!”
Athena was slightly startled, and the smile on her face faded. Her dark purple eyes revealed a hint of approval, while her expression gradually became cold.
"very good!"
The slight opening of her red lips is a recognition of those who dare to draw the sword against the gods, and the waving of her white hands is a punishment for the madman who offends the power of God.
"puff!"
The screaming branches pierced through and easily tore apart the sword light that protected Loen, leaving a wound on his chest with rolled flesh and splattered scarlet blood.
(End of this chapter)
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