Soul Land 2: Peerless Tang Sect Meet Ruthless Silba

Chapter 6: Let's Dance Big Three (2)

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*UPPERCUT!*

A disastrous earthshaker-empowered uppercut was shot directly to the King of the Gods chin.

*CRACK!*

"CAAAAHHK!" Was all Zeus could make out before being sent upwards.

Silba wasn't close to being done with him just yet, as while Zeus was sent up into the air, his arms and legs became ensnared by silver chains.

With blood spooling from his battered chin, Zeus could only glare with spite. Below him, the creature of silver water stood, gripping the end of the chain tightly in its right hand.

A guttural growl escaped Zeus's throat as he desperately tried to pry himself from the restraints but was unsuccessful. "YOU SON OF A—"

'Get over here!' Kronos remarked.

Muscles bulging like an enraged Taurus, Silba yanked the chain with all his strength. The pull sent Zeus hurtling to the ground as if he were a plane with a busted engine.

*BOOM!*

"KAAAAH!" Zeus spat out another mouthful of blood as his back kissed the floor.

*EARTHQUAKE!*

The floors trembled violently, a massive crater forming beneath the humiliated god king. Ignoring the aching pain in his back, Zeus flipped himself back up.

But he barely had any time to recover. In the blink of an eye, Silba stood before him like an unavoidable storm. Zeus then felt his head be grabbed before feeling himself getting slammed right back down in another earth splitting movement.

With Zeus's head literally in the palm of his nemesis's hand, the black claws sunk deeply into his face as Silba went on to drag his ass of an uncle across the shattered floor.

"Mmmmfff!" The King of Olympus painfully groaned as he struggled to wrestle his nephew arm away.

Zeus strained with all his might, exerting his divine strength while delivering continuous electrical discharges in a desperate attempt to free himself from this humiliating scene.

*LIGHTNING!*

The chamber erupted in blinding flashes of white light, bolts of electricity lashing out and indiscriminately attacking Silba. Each attack made it's Mark but It withstood it all as it continued dragging. The crackling energy seared and burned, and though the pain it inflicted hurt him, Silba remained undaunted.

"Whet me GOOOOW!" Zeus roared. The air crackled and he unleashed his biggest discharge yet.

*LIGHTNING!*

The attack carved another crater to spiral into the ground, shaking the chamber with both its destruction and deafening sound. Zeus felt a sense of relief wash over him as his face was no longer being manhandled by those wretched claws.

He staggered to his feet, but his reprieve was short-lived. "Did you really think that would work, you piece of garbage!?" Silba shouted from behind his back.

Right as Zeus was about to react, with single swift motion, Silba grabbed his giant arm, where he then proceeded to dislocate it with a sickening pop.

"Krk!" Exclaimed the King of the Gods, his eyes looking like they were about to fall off any second.

The next thing anyone knew, Silba, as if he were water, hoisted the limp arm over his shoulder and threw Zeus back into the ground with earth-shattering force.

"Gaaaah!" Zeus gasped in shock and pain that forced a wince out of him.

Lightning danced around him to strike back, but right as he was about to do it, a brutal kick connected with his head, sending him sprawling like a soccer ball, causing him to accidentally bite down on his tongue.

*BOOM!*

Zeus rolled around until finally stopping with his body face down.

The King of the Gods lay motionless, knocked out cold, his battered form a picture perfect testament to his always humiliating defeat at the hands of his nephew.

Silba observed the pathetic sight of his uncle.

"Look at you—weak, helpless, pathetic." Just as he said that appeared right in front of him, and punched his face, his black fist caving into his face. "Just like your countless victims. You sick bastard!"

He picked him up, and kicked him across the face, forcing him to skid across until finally stopping with his head under the floor.

"I bet you never suspected someone would retaliate against you." He pointed his sharp finger at him. "You probably laughed at the very idea. Thinking to yourself how we'd be too scared to try!"

His golden eye flared. "But look at me now." He opened his arms wide open. "I'm farthest thing from afraid!"

From behind him, waves of pressurized silver water erupted, twisting and churning. The shimmering mass spun with ferocity until becoming the size of a tsunami, capable of tearing and mangling the divine flesh of a deity.

Just then, Poseidon shrouded in whirlpools leapt into the air, his sea green divine form shining with oceanic divine power underneath. "Haahhh!" He roared, plunging his weapon into the ground.

A second tsunami erupted from there, rushing forward to counter the oncoming assault.

The two bodies of liquids collided with a deafening crash, sending shockwaves rippling throughout the battlefield.

It was immediately clear that Poseidon's water was at a disadvantage. While both worked like how a liquid does, his son's divine control over silver water outclassed his water in sheer speed, density, and offensive power. It was like the element itself existed for combat.

Poseidon's water had a few advantages like the ability to heal, among others. Yet, even that power was limited. It could mend grievous injuries, such as a shattered arm, but it couldn't pull someone back from the brink of death. And in this battle, raw power outweighed the subtle art of recovery.

"Hrrrmm!" He grunted, his muscles straining as the relentless force of the opposing tsunami drove both him and Zeus back.

A sharp cut traced its way across Poseidon's cheek, quickly joined by many others as the silver water relentlessly assaulted him. Each strike tested his endurance, but the sea god persevered. The overwhelming speed and ferocity of the silver water left little room for error, and attempting to gain control over it would put a huge drain on him mentally.

But control wasn't the goal here.

With a grip on his trident, Poseidon shifted his strategy. He didn't try to dominate the element but instead guided it, moving in tandem with his own water to direct the opposing element. It was both delicate and exhausting work, the volatile nature of the element threatening to break free at a moments notice, but Poseidon held on.

His teeth clenched, and the muscles over his body tensed as he poured his strength and will into the task. Spinning his body, the silver water swirled in unison with his. Though it resisted, it was forced to follow his lead, its violent current channeled into his motion.

In a climactic burst, Poseidon rose his Trident above his head and both forces surged upward, crashing into the ceiling with explosive force. It tore through the structure, leaving a gaping hole that rained debris.

Being the god of the sky may be nice for some, but there was a reason why Poseidon's was the man in charge of the sea.

Takiny deep breaths, the sea god steadied himself as he swiftly repositioned his trident. He knew better than to lower his guard, and his instincts were proven correct.

A silver hexagon materialized beside him, its presence sending a jolt of alarm through his body. His hair stood on end as Silba teleported into view, reappearing within striking distance.

Poseidon's eyes widened at the change. Silba's right arm, once black in emulation of his Orichalcum, had now taken on the distinct color of Celestial Bronze, the same metal his and Zeus's weapons were made of.

Before he could react, the bronze arm lashed out with brutal force, its strike landing squarely on Poseidon's face.

*PUNCH!*

"EEEHG!" Poseidon's pained cry was muffled as the blow sent him hurtling backwards. He would have skidded for miles had he not planted his feet firmly at the earliest, using all his strength to anchor himself in place.

His jaw throbbed painfully, a sharp reminder of the strength his son carried, but there was no time to dwell on it. In the blink of an eye, Silba was on him again, relentless in his assault. The bronze hand now shimmered, and with a swift motion, it conjured a celestial bronze spear, pulling it forth as if from the palm.

Poseidon tightened his grip on his weapon, preparing for the next inevitable clash. The battle was far from over.

"SON!" Poseidon shouted, his voice laced with desperation. He raised his Trident, intercepting the incoming strike.

*CLANK!*

*CLASH!*

From the clash of their weapons, silver and green lightning sprouted wildly, but it didn't last long because the opposing spear vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

Poseidon barely had time to react before he felt his face seized by Silba's freezing claws. A silver hexagon shimmered beside his head, and before he could do anything, he felt the space around him swirl. 'What...what is all this?' He internally thought as he witnessed the silver swirl of his surroundings.

With his godly senses, he could feel and see something he never thought possible. It was beautiful in a cold, exotic sort of way. Was this what his son saw whenever he teleported? Truly, he knew nothing about his son.

The next moment he knew, he felt his face hit the pavement. 

"Ack!" Poseidon gritted his teeth, struggling to speak. "Wait—"

*SLAM!*

The brutal impact sent a fresh wave of pain through his skull. "Oooofk!" Poseidon groaned, his vision swimming.

"Shut up!" He demanded, his glowing eyes narrowing.

The enraged expression grew even fiercer when he felt his father's lips moving beneath his palm.

*PUNCH!*

*CRACK!*

Silba's fist connected with Poseidon's jaw, the sound of bone meeting fist echoing through the chamber as the sea god was sent reeling into the relentless assault. The sea god felt his face struck by a blinding fist, the impact sending sharp, excruciating pain radiating through him. Spider web cracks formed on the floor as golden ichor splattered on it.

"I said SHUT UP!" Silba roared, cocking his fists back.

*PUNCH!*

*PUNCH!*

*PUNCH!*

*PUNCH!*

*PUNCH!*

*PUNCH!*

*PUNCH!*

Over and over, Poseidon's head collided against the floor mercilessly, echoing through the chamber. The room trembled with each passing hit. Poseidon's golden blood stained the ground in a sickening display of brutality. The strikes were relentless, each one heavier and more painful than the last. His face bled heavily, becoming a sorry sight.

The sea god could have tried to escape. With his strength, it wasn't impossible. But he couldn't bring himself to. He knew he deserved this.

Silba finally ceased his assault, standing up as he raised his bloodstained hands, dripping with golden ichor. He summoned a second wave of silver water, shaping it into a massive hammer. With a deafening crash, he brought it down onto Poseidon's chest.

*SLAM!*

*BOOM!*

"!!!" Poseidon couldn't make out a word. The air left his body as it convulsed. His vision blurred, his temples bleeding profusely, leaving him seeing nothing but a hazy, golden world. He tried to lift his head, but all he could make out was his son, his form blurred by the golden creature in his vision.

A foot pressed against his chest, pinning him to the ground. "AAAAAAHHH!" Poseidon screamed as searing, burning pain radiated through his body, the agony clearly far worse than what his brother had endured. It seared into his chest.

Gritting his teeth, Poseidon struggled to look up, his eyes half-closed from the pain. Through the blood, he saw Silba standing above him, his child's form illuminated by the glow of his Trident. He was about to use it on him with it.

The look in his eyes was nothing short of hatred, resentment, and anguish. All directed at him, his father.

"Haaar...hrrr...!" The silver creature huffed deeply, but not from exhaustion. It wanted to see the look in the god's eye before snuffing the life out of him.

His heterochromatic eyes glared down at him. Poseidon, the once-proud god of the sea, now lay broken, too weak to stand against the very thing he had brought into this world. In the early days of the war, such a moment would have brought him joy, but now…

'Finish it.' Kronos's voice echoed in his mind.

'Yes...grandfather.' Silba replied flatly, his tone devoid of any emotion. He raised the three-pronged spear high, ready to deliver the final strike.

"I'm… sorry… son!" Poseidon's voice cracked, barely audible, his tears shimmering as they fell.

Silba halted, his body motionless as his blazing gaze bore into his father.

"I should... have protected you!" Poseidon's voice wavered, but he forced himself to continue. His trembling fists clenched against the cracked pavement. "If only I had done something back then..., if only I had never allowed them to hurt you, none of this would have happened... you are right to despise me, Perseus."

Silba remained silent, scanning his father with an unreadable expression.

"No matter how many times I apologize..." Poseidon choked out, his tears now freely flowing, "I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I've done to you… and her." His voice broke as raw guilt consumed him. "I'm… sorry. I'm so sorry… son."

The claws gripping the weapon began to tremble. His glowing eyes, once aflame with rage, softened as tears welled up in them. Each drop fell, glowing faintly, landing on his father's bloodied face and evaporating instantly.

The atmosphere grew silent, the only noise coming from the Ultimate Weapon charging into its next before firing. The fury in his heart clashed with a sudden, undeniable pang of something deeper. Sadness.

Kronos narrowed his eyes in anger, his gaze fixated on the pathetic display unfolding before him. It was already too late.

The Titan's molten fury boiled as he watched his grandson hesitate.

'What are you doing, child? Sever it!'

Kronos's voice echoed in his mind.

But Silba didn't respond as if he weren't there. The Titan could only sigh.

The helmet shattered into pieces, revealing Perseus' face—cold, expressionless, yet wet with tears. His silver-white hair gleaming brightly.

"I cried, you know... I pleaded and prayed for you to help me." He said, his teeth gritted as raw emotion bubbled to the surface.

Poseidon met his son's gaze with a heavy eye. "I did hear them. Every last word." He replied, his voice soft but laced with guilt.

For the first time, a flicker of surprise crossed Perseus' face.

"And it haunts me to this day," Poseidon continued, his voice cracking, "Reminding me of what a failure I am."

Perseus' expression remained blank, his tears streaking his face silently, but then he gave a dry, bitter laugh. "No shit, Sherlock." He muttered, drawing a silent snort from someone else, who observed from the shadows.

The brief smile faded quickly. Perseus' eyes darkened, his voice rising in intensity. "You are a crap parent. All of you are." He spat, his words seething with hatred. His face twisted in anger, his emotions no longer restrained.

"But I learned an important lesson that day. I learned I didn't have a father."

His silver and gold eyes flared with unrelenting fury as the fragments of his shattered helmet began to reform, encasing him once more as Silba. "Because no real father would ever let his child suffer like that!"

With that, Silba raised his father's trident high. The weapon gleamed dangerously as he drove it down, aiming directly for his father's neck.

He did nothing. He wasn't going to avoid it block the attack. He simply closed his eyes as he resigned himself to his fate.

Silba's eyes became the size of saucers as he sensed the presence of death looming over him.

Hades appeared just in the nick of time, midair, swinging his sword at his nephew's neck.

"Boo." The King of the Dead retorted, the purple fire in his eyes blazing like a forest fire.

"HADES!!!" Silba growled in annoyance.

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(Sup, Allstars. I would've posted the chapter yesterday, but I was marathoning In Another World With My Smartphone. Then there was Solo Leveling season 2, which was absolutely fire🔥. I loved both the opening and ending. Stray Kids music is so nice to listen to.)