Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Please, whip me hard!

The scarlet blood moved the violent ether tide, stirring like wind and residual clouds. The dazzling sword light was forced from the tip of the branch in Lorne's hand, straight to Athena's throat, and suddenly arrived.

“Too slow!”

In the midst of the flash of lightning, the goddess of war, who stood motionless on the spot, raised her hand and raised her wrist. She turned her sword an inch in front of her and pushed aside the menacing branches with ease.

Suddenly, the powerful force coming from the opposite side not only deflected the branch in Lorne's hand, but even he himself couldn't help but staggered and hit the flowerpot on the side.

“I remember you should have had dinner tonight?”

The casual inquiry in his ear, with a touch of teasing, made Lorne's already somewhat high blood pressure immediately surge uncontrollably, and his eyes were bloodshot.

You have to hurry, right? Okay, hurry up then!

With fighting spirit raging, Lorne stamped his left foot on the ground, and several marble floors around him turned into powder.

With the force of this counter-shock, he stabilized his deflected body and at the same time ejected forward at lightning speed, the [sword] in his hand was as fast as a meteor shower.

That's it?

Athena yawned, raised her hand slightly, and lightly swept down the starlight in the sky. Her thin and slender body was like a rock standing on the coast. No matter how the rough waves washed away, it remained still.

The boring expression on the goddess's face can be described as full of ridicule.

Fight! war! war!

Unable to make any progress, on the **** battlefield in Lorne's mind, countless souls seemed to be roaring, and the golden blood originating from the God of War Ares was burning fiercely, turning into endless power within the body.

“Buzz!”

With the sharp explosion in the air, the **** torrent condensed at one point and shot forward. The whole world seemed to be pierced by this scarlet light.

“The speed is enough, but the accuracy is just a little bit..."

Athena, whose skirt was flapping in the strong wind, commented calmly, then raised the corners of her lips and her voice turned cold.

“But know that your enemy can move!”

Before she finished speaking, the war goddess turned slightly sideways and moved half a step forward.

And the unstoppable blood-red sword light missed the fluttering silver hair in one danger after another, and fell into the air, missing by a thousand miles.

To make matters worse, as the sword power failed, Lorne's body also tilted forward, making it difficult to control himself.

"Snapped!"

　　A loud, violent slap across his buttocks.

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.

Lorne felt the burning pain coming from both halves of his buttocks, and he couldn't help but grin, and the blood that was already boiling became even more surging.

Not enough! not enough!

Although the speed and strength can barely keep up, the skills are insufficient!

Skill! I want skills!

The silent cry in his head suddenly made his blood-red heart surge.

Immediately, the headless Titan, the heartless nymph, the broken-winged dragon, the roaring hero... each ferocious figure emerged from the blood, stepped onto the battlefield, and launched forward to charge to the death over and over again.

Wearing a bronze feathered helmet crown and leather sleeves on his arms, the **** of mad war wields swords and spears, facing the waves of challengers, cutting, stabbing, and hacking again and again.

　　Smashing fists, sweeping swords, biting claws, and shooting spears... Facing different dangerous situations time and time again, each of the deadly and fatal moves savagely poured into Lorne's soul and appeared before his eyes.

Accompanied by the sharp pain like needles in his head, Lorne, whose eyes were all scarlet, stood up and turned around. The [sword] in his hand slashed, stabbed, and hacked towards the goddess of war like a violent storm... The fierce wind pressed all around. Deep cuts were formed on the ground.

interesting…

Athena, who was in the center of the storm, raised her dark eyebrows, moved her feet in small steps, and the branches in her hands were intercepting, cutting, and collapsing over and over again... With such precision that she did not waste any spare energy, she lightly isolated the violent and continuous waves. Sword power.

As his brain continues to absorb, understand, and digest the fighting skills from the battlefield, Lorne becomes more and more courageous as he fights, and even his moves are no longer limited to the sword itself.

Sometimes it's the viciousness of the spear, sometimes it's the opening and closing of the blade, sometimes it's the concussion of the blunt instrument... And his movements are even mixed with the experience of fighting gods and monsters on the Oceanus Sea, and The tactical deception pursued by the Atlantean Guards, the force-relieving techniques of Tai Chi, Baji's use of removing the gun as a move, and the defense and counterattack of Aikido...

All knowledge about combat, whether it is through observation, personal acquisition, or just theoretical fantasy, is incorporated into Lorne's blood, bones, and even soul bit by bit in this hearty duel, forming a clear brand and instinct.

This is endless battles, endless trials, and endless martial arts!

Athena, who was fighting and retreating, felt the rapid transformation of the figure opposite her. The loose corners of her lips unconsciously raised upwards, outlining a slight arc.

It's not bad, it finally looks good.

However, after fighting for a full hour, Lorne suddenly stopped and stood still, his bloodshot eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

“Fight back! Why not fight back?”

That's right.

Until now, this war goddess has basically been passively defending and dismantling, without showing any intention of attacking.

“You want me to fight back? Are you sure?”

Hearing this, Athena narrowed her purple eyes slightly, with a smile on her face.

“Of course! Fight! I want a pure fight!”

At this moment, Lorne's mind was filled with surging fighting spirit, and his thinking was completely Ares-like. He looked at Athena opposite with burning eyes, waved the [sword] in his hand again, and launched a new round of attack. .

Come on, get totally crazy!

Looking at Lorne who was rushing over in a hurry, Athena raised the corners of her lips again, and the smile on her face was extremely bright.

At the same time, two little guys who heard the noise and sneaked to the backyard porch, secretly poked their heads out to watch the scene, showing different expressions.

Little Medusa's white knuckles clenched the corners of her clothes, with a nervous look on her face

Nikki's eyes widened, looking gloating.

“Boom!”

Swords of light intertwined, and the figure who took the lead in charging flew out like a cannonball, and fell straight into the dense rose bushes.

“Hiss!”

With his **** downwards, Lorne's face suddenly turned green, and he jumped up from the ground as if he was electrocuted. He groped backwards with his hands and pulled out seven or eight **** spikes in succession.

on purpose! This woman definitely did it on purpose!

He must have eaten her tribute before taking revenge!

At this moment, Lorne, who was wearing a mask of pain, looked at Athena who was walking through the smoke with a smile but not a smile, and suddenly secretly cursed in his heart.

Be careful!

“Do you want to continue? My friend…”

The branches in the goddess of wisdom's hands beat rhythmically on her palms, and the expression on her face reveals some kind of comfort and regret.

Although it feels good to smoke, it should...

However, Lorne, who had regained consciousness, reluctantly pulled up half of the branches on the ground without flinching. Instead, he strode forward, and an even more intense fighting spirit spurted out of his body.

“Come again!”

Athena was startled slightly, then the smile on her face faded. While her faint purple eyes overflowed with a hint of approval, her face was gradually covered with coldness.

"very good!"

The red lips are slightly opened to recognize those who dare to draw the sword to the gods. Waving the sword with bare hands is to punish the madmen who offend the divine power.

“Poof!”

The screaming branches pierced through, easily tearing apart Lorn's shield of sword light, leaving a wound of flesh and blood on his chest, and scarlet blood spurted out.

(End of this chapter)

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