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Chapter 1180
chapter 0496 part 2
"Who are you?" Zeus looked at Kane, who was acting as if no one else was present and hadn't even given him, the Olympus God King, a direct look, and frowned with displeasure, scolding: "Did you injure Hades?"
"Who are you?" Kane finally turned his gaze towards Zeus, asking back instead of answering! Zeus said in a deep voice: "I am the King of the Gods, the Lord of the Pantheon, God King Zeus!"
"Pantheon!?" Kane thought for a moment: "I remember there was such an Organization that caused us quite a bit of trouble! You're the Lord of the Pantheon? That's good, I'll just Deal with you too!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Kane raised his hand and threw an axe, a crescent-like axe light directly slashing towards Zeus.
Kane's axe light was both fast and heavy—
Zeus only felt a cold light flash before his eyes, and the axe light was already in front of him. Since leaving Earth, Zeus, whose body had long been hollowed out by wine and women, completely lacked the vigilance a Sky Father should have.
By the time he reacted, the axe light had almost split him in half.
"Block!"
It was Hercules, the God of Strength, who had been closely watching Kane's movements, who quickly stepped forward, swinging the seemingly inconspicuous club in his hand, blocking the attack for Zeus.
Zeus felt a drop of water roll down his face. He took out a mirror and found a thin bloodstain running from Between the Eyebrows down to his chin. That axe light had nearly split his head into two pieces.
"Hercules, kill him, kill this guy!" Seeing the bloodstain on his face and his head nearly split in two, Zeus instantly became furious and roared, telling his son to kill Kane.
"Hercules! You are the God of Strength!?"
As a proper German descendant, Kane had naturally heard of Hercules' name. It could be said that in the Europe of those who admired strength, Hercules, who had completed the twelve heroic trials, had a much greater reputation than Zeus, that stud.
Kane's impassive face showed a hint of eager-to-try impulse in his gaze towards Hercules!
Hercules saw the fighting spirit and provocation in Kane's gaze. He threw Beelzebub off his shoulder and took off his lion-skin cloak, revealing his muscular upper body.
"Want to fight? Come on!"
Hercules gripped the simple and unadorned club in his hand, waved it towards Kane, and made a provocative gesture.
Kane's figure flickered, disappearing like the wind, and reappearing in front of Hercules. The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in his hand heavily chopped towards Hercules.
Hercules swung the simple and unadorned club in his hand, meeting the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in Kane's hand.
The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, flashing with cold light, and the simple and unadorned club heavily smashed together.
In the cold light that shot out from the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, the surface of Hercules' extremely handy club, which he had used for thousands of years, directly cracked with a 'crack'.
The muffled sound of the great axe splitting a giant tree echoed continuously in the Void Space.
Hercules took a step back, looking at the deep marks on the club in his hand. He rotated his body, gripped the club with both hands, and smashed it towards the enemy in front of him.
As Hercules' wrist moved, the club danced out afterimages, enveloping every inch of Space around Kane, blocking all possibilities for him to dodge.
Attacking with full force, Hercules wrapped divine power around the surface of the club. With that immense strength, each strike seemed capable of smashing a great mountain.
Kane flipped his wrist, and the axe blade of the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe was like a blade! "Clang!"
A sound of tearing metal rang out. The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe chopped out, precisely parrying Hercules' club.
The heavy force made Kane's feet sink. He gained a clear understanding of the strength of this hero from myths and legends who could hold up the Sky.
Hercules was also shaken by the heavy recoil force from the club in his hand, his arms lifting—
He realized that the man before him was not much weaker than him! Hercules glanced at the wooden club in his hand, which was almost chopped into two pieces. He stared at the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in Kane's hand with surprise: "What a sharp axe!"
One must know that his club was not a simple wooden club. It was made from the trunk of a divine tree, polished into shape, and was three parts harder than ordinary divine artifacts. Yet now, it couldn't withstand a few chops from this axe.
Kane's expression was calm as he raised the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, showing no guilt about taking advantage with his weapon.
He flashed forward again. Taking advantage with weapons, wasn't that only natural!
He was a Warrior, not those pretentious Knights from *Country. The greatest respect he gave his opponents was to kill them with all his might.
If he were to imitate that so-called chivalry, wouldn't the magic treasures painstakingly refined by the Boss be wasted? One must know that within the Tang Group, even the Predators had changed their habit of fair duels with their prey.
The current Dark Iron Blood, if they can use a nuclear bomb to bomb, they will absolutely not use a shoulder cannon. If they can solve the enemy with a shoulder cannon, they will absolutely not be stupid enough to engage in melee combat with the enemy.
Hercules glanced at the wooden club in his hand, which could no longer withstand a single strike, and simply gave up the plan of close combat with Kane. He pulled back and retreated.
Gripping the divine bow that could shoot down a hundred heads in his left hand, he wanted to create distance and eliminate the enemy with his divine archery.
Kane saw through Hercules' plan. His impassive face showed no expression, but the disdain in his gaze said it all.
The Geng Metal Divine Wind surrounded his entire body. Kane's speed was at its extreme, like a fierce tiger hunting!
Although Hercules retreated very quickly, he still couldn't shake off Kane's pursuit.
Unable to create distance, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, put away his longbow, take out a longsword with his Right Hand, and carry a round shield in his left hand, preparing to continue grappling with Kane in close combat.
Strictly speaking, Hercules' set of equipment, whether it was the seemingly inconspicuous club or the longsword and shield he now held in his hand, were not mortal objects.
In the Human World, they would all be considered divine artifact-level weapons. But the sharpness of the axe in the enemy's hand was beyond Hercules' expectations.
The previous combat had already proven that the weapons in his hand could not last long at all against the sharpness of this axe.
Under these circumstances, engaging in close combat with this enemy without creating distance offered no chance of winning.
Hercules' combat experience was very rich. To some extent, even Ares, God of War, was slightly inferior to him in combat prowess. Among the Olympian Gods, only his half-sister, the Goddess of Wisdom Athena, could surpass him in combat prowess.
In fact, Hercules' estimation based on his rich combat experience was correct. Kane didn't even use too many magic arts, relying solely on a Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe to firmly hold the upper hand.
His round shield was chopped off by more than half in just a few moves by Hercules.
When the strength of two people is not much different, the advantage of a good weapon is demonstrated.
"Clang!"
Kane chopped the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe onto the round shield in Hercules' hand. Amidst flying wood chips, the round shield lost another piece.
Kane's body turned outwards, his fingers gripping like a claw. Five streams of Geng Metal Divine Wind howled, swatting away the longsword Hercules thrust with his Right Hand.
Just as the close combat between the two was intense, a figure suddenly darted out from Behind one's Back Kane, lifting the Single-Pronged Fork and thrusting it directly at Kane's back.
End of chapter
"Who are you?" Zeus looked at Kane, who was acting as if no one else was present and hadn't even given him, the Olympus God King, a direct look, and frowned with displeasure, scolding: "Did you injure Hades?"
"Who are you?" Kane finally turned his gaze towards Zeus, asking back instead of answering! Zeus said in a deep voice: "I am the King of the Gods, the Lord of the Pantheon, God King Zeus!"
"Pantheon!?" Kane thought for a moment: "I remember there was such an Organization that caused us quite a bit of trouble! You're the Lord of the Pantheon? That's good, I'll just Deal with you too!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Kane raised his hand and threw an axe, a crescent-like axe light directly slashing towards Zeus.
Kane's axe light was both fast and heavy—
Zeus only felt a cold light flash before his eyes, and the axe light was already in front of him. Since leaving Earth, Zeus, whose body had long been hollowed out by wine and women, completely lacked the vigilance a Sky Father should have.
By the time he reacted, the axe light had almost split him in half.
"Block!"
It was Hercules, the God of Strength, who had been closely watching Kane's movements, who quickly stepped forward, swinging the seemingly inconspicuous club in his hand, blocking the attack for Zeus.
Zeus felt a drop of water roll down his face. He took out a mirror and found a thin bloodstain running from Between the Eyebrows down to his chin. That axe light had nearly split his head into two pieces.
"Hercules, kill him, kill this guy!" Seeing the bloodstain on his face and his head nearly split in two, Zeus instantly became furious and roared, telling his son to kill Kane.
"Hercules! You are the God of Strength!?"
As a proper German descendant, Kane had naturally heard of Hercules' name. It could be said that in the Europe of those who admired strength, Hercules, who had completed the twelve heroic trials, had a much greater reputation than Zeus, that stud.
Kane's impassive face showed a hint of eager-to-try impulse in his gaze towards Hercules!
Hercules saw the fighting spirit and provocation in Kane's gaze. He threw Beelzebub off his shoulder and took off his lion-skin cloak, revealing his muscular upper body.
"Want to fight? Come on!"
Hercules gripped the simple and unadorned club in his hand, waved it towards Kane, and made a provocative gesture.
Kane's figure flickered, disappearing like the wind, and reappearing in front of Hercules. The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in his hand heavily chopped towards Hercules.
Hercules swung the simple and unadorned club in his hand, meeting the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in Kane's hand.
The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, flashing with cold light, and the simple and unadorned club heavily smashed together.
In the cold light that shot out from the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, the surface of Hercules' extremely handy club, which he had used for thousands of years, directly cracked with a 'crack'.
The muffled sound of the great axe splitting a giant tree echoed continuously in the Void Space.
Hercules took a step back, looking at the deep marks on the club in his hand. He rotated his body, gripped the club with both hands, and smashed it towards the enemy in front of him.
As Hercules' wrist moved, the club danced out afterimages, enveloping every inch of Space around Kane, blocking all possibilities for him to dodge.
Attacking with full force, Hercules wrapped divine power around the surface of the club. With that immense strength, each strike seemed capable of smashing a great mountain.
Kane flipped his wrist, and the axe blade of the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe was like a blade! "Clang!"
A sound of tearing metal rang out. The Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe chopped out, precisely parrying Hercules' club.
The heavy force made Kane's feet sink. He gained a clear understanding of the strength of this hero from myths and legends who could hold up the Sky.
Hercules was also shaken by the heavy recoil force from the club in his hand, his arms lifting—
He realized that the man before him was not much weaker than him! Hercules glanced at the wooden club in his hand, which was almost chopped into two pieces. He stared at the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe in Kane's hand with surprise: "What a sharp axe!"
One must know that his club was not a simple wooden club. It was made from the trunk of a divine tree, polished into shape, and was three parts harder than ordinary divine artifacts. Yet now, it couldn't withstand a few chops from this axe.
Kane's expression was calm as he raised the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe, showing no guilt about taking advantage with his weapon.
He flashed forward again. Taking advantage with weapons, wasn't that only natural!
He was a Warrior, not those pretentious Knights from *Country. The greatest respect he gave his opponents was to kill them with all his might.
If he were to imitate that so-called chivalry, wouldn't the magic treasures painstakingly refined by the Boss be wasted? One must know that within the Tang Group, even the Predators had changed their habit of fair duels with their prey.
The current Dark Iron Blood, if they can use a nuclear bomb to bomb, they will absolutely not use a shoulder cannon. If they can solve the enemy with a shoulder cannon, they will absolutely not be stupid enough to engage in melee combat with the enemy.
Hercules glanced at the wooden club in his hand, which could no longer withstand a single strike, and simply gave up the plan of close combat with Kane. He pulled back and retreated.
Gripping the divine bow that could shoot down a hundred heads in his left hand, he wanted to create distance and eliminate the enemy with his divine archery.
Kane saw through Hercules' plan. His impassive face showed no expression, but the disdain in his gaze said it all.
The Geng Metal Divine Wind surrounded his entire body. Kane's speed was at its extreme, like a fierce tiger hunting!
Although Hercules retreated very quickly, he still couldn't shake off Kane's pursuit.
Unable to create distance, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, put away his longbow, take out a longsword with his Right Hand, and carry a round shield in his left hand, preparing to continue grappling with Kane in close combat.
Strictly speaking, Hercules' set of equipment, whether it was the seemingly inconspicuous club or the longsword and shield he now held in his hand, were not mortal objects.
In the Human World, they would all be considered divine artifact-level weapons. But the sharpness of the axe in the enemy's hand was beyond Hercules' expectations.
The previous combat had already proven that the weapons in his hand could not last long at all against the sharpness of this axe.
Under these circumstances, engaging in close combat with this enemy without creating distance offered no chance of winning.
Hercules' combat experience was very rich. To some extent, even Ares, God of War, was slightly inferior to him in combat prowess. Among the Olympian Gods, only his half-sister, the Goddess of Wisdom Athena, could surpass him in combat prowess.
In fact, Hercules' estimation based on his rich combat experience was correct. Kane didn't even use too many magic arts, relying solely on a Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe to firmly hold the upper hand.
His round shield was chopped off by more than half in just a few moves by Hercules.
When the strength of two people is not much different, the advantage of a good weapon is demonstrated.
"Clang!"
Kane chopped the Five Dings Mountain-Splitting Axe onto the round shield in Hercules' hand. Amidst flying wood chips, the round shield lost another piece.
Kane's body turned outwards, his fingers gripping like a claw. Five streams of Geng Metal Divine Wind howled, swatting away the longsword Hercules thrust with his Right Hand.
Just as the close combat between the two was intense, a figure suddenly darted out from Behind one's Back Kane, lifting the Single-Pronged Fork and thrusting it directly at Kane's back.
End of chapter
