The Greece Antagonist

During the lightning-fast moment, the War Goddess, who had been standing still, raised her hand and flicked her wrist. The sword's momentum closed at an inch's distance before her, effortlessly deflecting the oncoming branch.

Instantly, the overwhelming force not only deviated Luo En's branch but also made him stumble, crashing into a nearby flowerpot.

"I recall you've already had dinner tonight?"

The seemingly casual inquiry by his ear, tinged with a light mockery, sent Luo En's already high blood pressure through the roof, filling his eyes with blood vessels.

You want speed, huh? Fine, then let it be fast!

Combat spirit surging and boiling, Luo En stomped his left foot onto the ground, turning several marble floor tiles to dust.

Using the rebound force, he steadied his swaying body and with the speed of lightning darted forward, his "sword" fast as a meteor in a torrential downpour.

Is this it?

Athena yawned, lifting a hand slightly, effortlessly sweeping away the starlight that filled the sky, her slender body like a rock standing firm on the shore, unmoved by the surging waves no matter how vigorously they washed over it.

The bored expression on the goddess' face was the epitome of mockery.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Unable to advance any further, within Luo En's mind, which was a bloody battlefield, seemed as if countless souls were raging. The golden blood from the War God Ares burned fiercely, turning into an endless source of power within him.

"Hum!"

Accompanied by the sharp buzzing of the air, the blood-colored currents focused on a single point, shooting forward, as if the whole world was pierced by this scarlet light.

"The speed is enough, the accuracy is slightly off..."

Athena, with her skirt fluttering in the strong wind, gave her assessment indifferently, then lifted the corner of her mouth, her voice turning chilly.

"But you should know, your enemy is capable of moving!"

Before her words even finished echoing, the War Goddess shifted slightly to the side, moving half a step forward.

The unstoppable crimson sword light narrowly missed her flowing silver hair, striking at nothing, a miss by a fraction yet as far off as a thousand miles.

What was worse, as the swordsmanship fell through, Luo En's body also leaned forward uncontrollably.

"Smack!"

A sharp slap resounded, striking his buttocks.

The damage wasn't severe, but it was highly insulting.

Luo En felt the searing pain on his buttocks and couldn't help but grimace; his already raging blood energy surged even more fiercely.

Not enough! Still not enough!

Although he could barely keep up with speed and power, his skills were lacking!

Skills! I need skills!

The silent scream in his mind caused the crimson river of his heart to surge tumultuously.

Soon after, headless Titans, heart-lost Nymphs, wing-broken dragons, roaring heroes... One fierce figure after another, born from blood, took to the battlefield, launching charge after charge unto death.

The God of Berserkers, with bronze plumes on his helmet and leather bracers on his arms, swung his sword and spear, slashing, stabbing, and chopping time and time again, facing the tidal wave of challengers.

Hammering with heavy fists, sweeping with sharp swords, ripping with claws and teeth, thrusting with spears... Over and over, he faced different perilous situations, executing deadly moves one after another, brutally infusing into Luo En's soul, unfolding before his eyes.

Accompanied by an excruciating pain like needles piercing his skull, Luo En, with his eyes filled with a scarlet frenzy, rose and turned, his "sword" slashing, stabbing, and chopping at the War Goddess like a fierce storm, creating deep gashes in the ground all around.

Somewhat interesting...

Athena, at the center of the storm, raised her eyebrows, moved her feet in small steps, and with the branch, she repeatedly blocked, interrupted, and shattered... With precision that didn't waste an ounce of energy, she effortlessly deflected the violent and relentless sword's momentum.

As Luo En continued to absorb, understand, and assimilate the combat techniques from the battlefield in his mind, he fought more and more valiantly, even his movements no longer confined to the sword itself.

At times it was the treacherous ferocity of a long spear, at other times the wide swings of a blade's edge, and yet at others the concussive drilling of a blunt weapon...

And as he moved, even mixed within were his experiences battling deities and monsters on the Sea of Okeanos, the tactical deception employed when pursued by the Atlantean Guard, even to the deflection techniques of Tai Chi, the disarming moves of Bajiquan, the defensive counter-attacks of Aikido...

All knowledge related to combat, whether observed and understood, personally learned, or merely existing in theoretical fantasy, merged bit by bit into Luo En's bloodstream, bones, and even his soul during this exhilarating duel, forming clear imprints and instincts.

This was the infinite battle, the endless trial, the boundless martial path!

Athena, retreating as she fought, felt the rapid transformation of the figure opposite her, and her loosened lips curled up unconsciously, sketching a faint arc.

Not bad at all, you're finally taking shape.

However, after battling fiercely for a full hour, Luo En suddenly halted his offensive and stood firm, his eyes bloodshot with dissatisfaction and indignation.

"Fight back! Why don't you fight back?"

That's right.

Until now, the Goddess of War had been almost solely on the defensive, dismantling his moves without any intention of launching an assault.

"You want me to fight back? Are you sure?"

Upon hearing this, Athena's purple eyes narrowed slightly as a smile that was not quite a smile appeared on her face.

"Of course! Combat! I want pure combat!"

At that moment, Luo En's mind was overwhelmed with surging fighting spirit, his thinking had completely turned Ares-like, as he stared intently at Athena across from him, once again swinging the sword in his hands and initiating a new round of attack.

Come on, go completely wild!

Watching Luo En charging over in a frenzy, Athena's upturned lips lifted again, the smile on her face exceptionally radiant.

Meanwhile, two little ones who had heard the commotion and slipped to the back porch, sneakily stuck their heads out to watch the scene, revealing expressions of different emotions.

Little Medusa clenched her clothing with pale knuckles, looking tense.

Nike's eyes were wide open, showing a kind of schadenfreude.

"Boom!"

A flash of sword light and the figure that launched the charge flew backward like a cannonball, crashing straight into a dense thicket of roses.

"Hiss!"

Luo En, landing butt first, turned green in the face and, like an electric shock, sprang up from the ground, his hands groping behind him, pulling out seven or eight bloodied spikes.

Intentional! This woman definitely did it on purpose!

No doubt she's getting back at me for sneaking some of her offerings!

At that moment, Luo En, with a face like a painful mask, looked toward Athena emerging from the dust with a smile that was not quite a smile and cursed inwardly.

Petty!

"Shall we continue, friend...?"

The Goddess of Wisdom rhythmically tapped a branch in her hand against her palm, her expression one of satisfaction mixed with a hint of regret.

Though it felt good to strike, she should have...

However, Luo En, now recovered from the shock, pulled a broken branch from the ground despite the pain, without a hint of retreat, stepped forward with even fiercer fighting spirit erupting from within.

"Again!"

Athena was slightly taken aback, her smile fading, and as threads of appreciation swam in her profound purple eyes, her expression gradually turned serene and cold.

"Very well!"

Her red lips parted, acknowledging one who dared to draw a sword against a deity, her bare hand swung, bringing retribution to the audacious fool who had defied divine might.

"Pfff!"

The whistling branch pierced through, easily tearing through Luo En's protective sword light, leaving a lacerated wound across his chest, from which crimson blood sprayed forth.