Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Suffering a sudden attack, yet the likelihood of it being related to an encounter with the starry sky was slim.

After all, from the War God's reaction to Heracles' strength, it was clear he had no idea who he had encountered.

For a moment, if not for the fact that they hadn't yet come to blows, the Great Hero even thought that he had already rescued the Centaur Chiron, hence Ares was now in pursuit.

But the reality was that he hadn't even entered the city gates... although that no longer mattered.

Confronting the Bronze short sword wrapped in an ancient bronze-colored airflow, Heracles advanced head-on.

Pulling Pegasus in reverse, his fists wrapped in the invulnerable Lion Skin, the Great Hero grasped the long sword that was slashed at him.

Veins bulged instantaneously on triple arms, as Ares and he, using the Bronze Sword forged by Hephaestus as the medium, engaged in the most primitive struggle upon this land near Mount Olympus.

Without any fancy surge of energy, the strength of the body was doubtlessly showcased here.

What caused Ares' eyes to bulge and his face to contort with ferocity was that the Bronze short sword he held with both hands and pressed down with all his might simply stalled in the air for a moment, and then visibly began to lift, steadfastly moving in the opposite direction.

A moment of shock surged through his heart, while humiliation and rage filled Ares' chest the next instant.

The violent intent and anger burned within his heart, even manifesting as invisible flames wrapping around him.

An endless supply of strength appeared out of nowhere, and with the sync between Godhood and spirit, the War God's already maxed-out strength climbed further.

If this were taking place on Mount Olympus, the destructive force of his Divine Power would have briefly escalated by one level at this moment.

Baying at the sky, gazing at the enemy before him, Ares' eyes nearly burst from their sockets.

"Ah—enough, enough!!"

"Mortal! Do you really think you can defeat me?!!!!"

"Impossible! You'll never win against me!"

"I am the invincible War God, Ares!!!"

Boom—!

The clouds in The Sky scattered, the Earth trembled.

The confrontation was merely one of physical strength, yet at this moment, it demonstrated might capable of shaking mountains and rivers.

Here and now, there was no Divine Law bestowed upon the Deity, no Divine Artifact to be fully wielded by a mortal. Even the Giant Lion's invulnerable fur merely blocked the sharp edge of the Bronze short sword.

Facing such an opponent, Ares could find no more excuses to console himself for his failure. And in this dire situation, his Godhood was finally doubly ignited.

The fight intensifies, the strength increases... Is this the War God's limit? Ares did not know.

All he knew was that his physical strength had increased not by just double; even were Zeus here right now, he would dare to step forward and arm-wrestle the Principal God himself.

The blazing flames of his fury propelled his blood flow, and the fissured ground around him attested to his might at this moment.

With immense confidence, at this instant, Ares pressed down with all his might.

Achilles or anyone else, whoever it may be.

No one could withstand his strength at this very moment!

"Die for me—"

Step—!

Advancing a step, the ground collapsed.

Under Ares' fierce shout, the short sword, already at its limit, ceased moving upwards and resumed pressing toward the Great Hero's direction.

His face distorted with ecstasy; at this moment, in the eyes of the War God, the figure of Heracles seemed to overlap with his past enemies.

Athena, Achilles... Yes, just like that!

Your previous victories never proved anything, as long as the heavens can grant me a fair duel, with your skills, how could you ever be my—

"Impressive."

Directly looking into Ares' eyes, observing that fierce visage with taut veins, Heracles sincerely praised at this moment.

"Over the years, I've encountered many adversaries."

"Their abilities varied, each one presenting a difficult challenge."

"But among all those beings, to possess such level of physical strength, you are the first."

"Even the other Principal God I've met, in this regard, doesn't come close to one-tenth of you."

Including all Divine Power and privileges, the normal state of Ares was at most equivalent to two Zephyrus. Even with overwhelming battle desire, the disparity between them wouldn't be tenfold.

But Divine Power and physique

Suffering a sudden attack, yet the likelihood of it being related to an encounter with the starry sky was slim.

After all, from the War God's reaction to Heracles' strength, it was clear he had no idea who he had encountered.

For a moment, if not for the fact that they hadn't yet come to blows, the Great Hero even thought that he had already rescued the Centaur Chiron, hence Ares was now in pursuit.

But the reality was that he hadn't even entered the city gates... although that no longer mattered.

Confronting the Bronze short sword wrapped in an ancient bronze-colored airflow, Heracles advanced head-on.

Pulling Pegasus in reverse, his fists wrapped in the invulnerable Lion Skin, the Great Hero grasped the long sword that was slashed at him.

Veins bulged instantaneously on triple arms, as Ares and he, using the Bronze Sword forged by Hephaestus as the medium, engaged in the most primitive struggle upon this land near Mount Olympus.

Without any fancy surge of energy, the strength of the body was doubtlessly showcased here.

What caused Ares' eyes to bulge and his face to contort with ferocity was that the Bronze short sword he held with both hands and pressed down with all his might simply stalled in the air for a moment, and then visibly began to lift, steadfastly moving in the opposite direction.

A moment of shock surged through his heart, while humiliation and rage filled Ares' chest the next instant.