Thump, thump, stomping!
Luo En staggered back several steps before stabilizing his figure, his facial muscles twitching slightly, but his gaze became increasingly fervent and resolute.
It hurt, it hurt a lot!
But, he could still move, he had not lost yet!
"Again!!"
With a deep roar, the bloody figure took a large step forward, slashing at the towering deity.
"Pfft!"
Still to no avail, another scar was etched onto that sacrilegious body.
"Again!!!"
Luo En got up from the ground, laughing heartily amid the pain.
He had guessed right, he would not die.
Since he would not die, why fear failure, why fear death!
This opportunity was rare, he needed to climb the ladder to godhood as much as possible during this clash, to touch the divine glory of the deities!
The gap was not impossible to bridge!
Fate was not impossible to change!
Zeus, clean your neck and wait for me!
Looking at the figure before her, repeatedly knocked down and getting up again and again bathed in blood, Athena's expression changed from initial mockery to surprise, then finally to solemnity. She then softly parted her lips and began to muse quietly.
"Watch carefully, learn well...!"
As her serene voice fell, the always defensively-reactive goddess of wisdom and war took the initiative to step forward for the first time.
"Come!"
The blood-drenched Luo En laughed as he stood tall, his body strengthened by the war spirit and Divine Blood, turning into a crimson blur as he charged towards the deity as imposing as a mountain peak, unleashing a [Sword] strike that surpassed his previous speed, strength, technique, and will by many times!
Athena held a branch and parried Luo En's [Sword] again and again, then repeatedly pricked, sliced, and pierced through the body opposite her.
To grant pain to life, to mete out punishment for sin!
Again and again, over and over...
The jagged wounds were horrendous, bone deep;
Spattered flesh and blood flew into the soil, settling into the dust;
Yet even so, that blood-soaked figure was terrifyingly tenacious.
He was exceedingly lucid, and also exceedingly insane.
Fight! Fight!
Having been through countless battlefields, endless martial trials, heart, skill, and body would eventually be forged by this divine flame into an indestructible edge!
As the remains of the night faded, dawn arrived.
With the first glimmer of light rising from the sea and spilling over the disordered garden, Athena swung her final sword strike.
The man, nearly no part of his body left intact, collapsed with a thunderous fall and could not rise again.
A raggedy sampan bobbed up and down with the waves' undulation.
Two girls with long purple hair, strikingly similar in appearance and dressed in elegant gowns, sat gracefully on either side of the boat, neither showing any intention of rowing.
"When are we ever going to reach shore?"
The relatively petite, more impatient purple-haired girl, stroking her slightly damp hair, complained first.
On the other side, the slightly older purple-haired girl admired her exquisite reflection in the sea, responding indifferently.
"How would I know? Didn't you set the direction?"
"Huh, it was you who first steered the boat into the Primordial Ocean, nearly crashed into the Atlanteans' homeland, and then they chased us all over the world!"
The twin sister rolled her eyes and retorted in irritation.
"So, didn't we switch to you? Hurry up, I'm still waiting to go ashore to fix my nails."
The elder sister passed a paddle to the opposite side, commanding like she was instructing a servant.
The younger sister clenched her fist in protest and declared her authority with a cold voice.
"I'm the captain! You should listen to me!"
"I'm the customer, not your boatman. By the rules, you should serve me. My clothes are dirty, and we've been delayed so long. I haven't complained about your sailing skills, which is already quite reasonable of me."
The elder sister remained unmoved, sitting with the poise of a noble princess untouched by the worries of daily life, refuting.
"Additionally, add one more point: I'm the elder sister, you should listen to me."
"Stop using that to pressure me, you just hatched a few minutes earlier than me! What's the big deal? Whoever wants to be the captain can be the captain; I'm not doing such menial labor anyway!"
"Fine then, don't do it..."
The two sisters sat distinctly on either side of the boat, staring at each other, letting the vessel drift with the waves, neither making a move to row.
After an indefinite silence, the younger sister bit her lip and spoke softly.
"Do you think Little Medusa might have..."
"Can't you sense for yourself whether she's dead or alive?"
The elder sister huffed irritably. Her elegant face showed a trace of impatience, seeming to dislike the topic.
The younger sister looked out at the boundless Sea of Okeanos, her face showing hesitation, hesitant to speak.
"But..."
"Are you annoying! If you want to reach shore, just row faster!"
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The elder sister tossed a paddle to the opposite side, falling back into her habitual command.
The younger sister rolled her eyes but didn't argue, instead sitting obediently at one side.
Becasue in her elder sister's hand was the other paddle.
The water surged, and the sampan propelled swiftly forward.
"Little silly, you better not be dead..."
The younger sister paused, her gaze meeting an indifferent face.
"What are you looking at? Row!"
The elder sister huffed in irritation, her face as indifferent as ever, apparently as unconcerned as usual.