Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 46 Please, whip me hard!

The scarlet blood moved the violent ether tide, stirring like wind and 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 lightning flash, the goddess of war, who was standing still, 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 eaten tonight?"

The casual question 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 want it fast, 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.

And with the power 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.

war! war! war!

Unable to advance even an inch, on the bloody battlefield in Lorne's mind, countless souls seemed to be roaring, and the golden blood from Ares, the God of War, was burning fiercely, turning into endless power within the body.

"Buzz!"

Along with the sharp explosion in the air, the bloody 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-colored sword light missed the fluttering silver hair and fell into the air, missing by a thousand miles.

What's worse is that as the sword's momentum failed, Lorne's body also tilted forward, making it difficult to control himself.

"Snapped!"

A loud, sharp slap across his ass.

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 his 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 lacking!

Skill! I want skills!

The silent shouting 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 god of mad war wields swords and spears, slicing, prodding, and chopping again and again in the face of waves of challengers.

Smashing fists, sweeping swords, biting with claws and claws, shooting with spears and spears... Facing different dangerous situations time and time again, each of the deadly and fatal moves were 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 at the goddess of war like a violent storm... The fierce wind pressed against her. Deep cuts were formed on the surrounding 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 didn't waste any spare energy, she was able to isolate the violent continuation with ease. The sword momentum.

As his brain continued to absorb, understand, and digest the fighting skills from the battlefield, Lorne became more and more courageous as he fought, and even his moves were 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 shock and penetration of a blunt instrument...

And in his movements, he even mixed in his experience of fighting gods and monsters on the Sea of ​​Oceanus, the tactical deception of chasing with the Atlantis Guards, and even the Tai Chi force-relieving skills and Baji that he remembered in the past. Taking off the gun to move, Aikido's defense and counterattack...

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, and 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 moves, without showing any intention of attacking.

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

When Athena heard this, her purple eyes narrowed slightly, with a half-smile on her face.

"Of course! Fight! I want pure fighting!"

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, with an extremely bright smile on her face.

At the same time, the 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 was the first to charge flew backwards like a discharged cannonball, and fell straight into the dense rose bushes.

"hiss!"

With his butt 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 bloody 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 and seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and suddenly he 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 be...

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 slight opening of the red lips is a recognition of those who dare to draw the sword to the gods, and the waving of the bare hands is a punishment to the madmen who offend the divine power.

"puff!"

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

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