Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1131 The Hunt
Hercules's premonition was correct. Just as he picked up the giant club forged from mythical iron as usual, he stepped into the familiar misty forest, ready to hunt down a Titan servant force that had just infiltrated.

Shashasha~~~
The mist rippled gently with his footsteps, as if trying to avoid the true ruler. But this time, there was no low, twisted roar from the depths of the mist, only silent observation.

As Hercules passed through the narrow bone passage between the cliffs, he saw—seven figures standing silently before him.

These seven people are, of course: Xia Xiu, Broly, Lionel, Fenrir, Tulls, One Week, and John.

The group of seven was watching Hercules with great interest.

The legendary hero Hercules, who had completed the twelve trials, upon seeing these seven...

Pupil earthquake! ! !

A sudden, inexplicable sense of unease washed over Hercules, and his gaze swept past the people at the front, finally settling on the blond youth holding a silver scepter.

That person's aura was so calm as to be almost harmless, yet the ethereal and immense pressure of information pressed down on them as if it were real; the other party made no attempt to conceal their great spirituality.

Hercules dared not look too closely; he merely caught a glimpse of a black sun before his eyes using his informational power. This simple glance caused his muscles, bones, and even the very structure of his soul, forged by his informational authority, to tremble slightly.

For a moment, he almost thought he was facing Zeus, the father god. No, to put it bluntly, the other party was calmer, more perfect, and more... deadly than the father god.

My life is over~
Without a doubt, today is his death day. Even if the Father God came, he would still die here.

"Hercules..."

Xia Xiu looked at Hercules as if he were a rare find in a 4A-level scenic spot.

"His height and physique are in no way inferior to a fully-formed Imperial Guard, plus an information avatar at the Dominator level... Broly, do you want me to get the kids to gang up on him with you?"

Faced with a rare hero familiar from mythology, Xia Xiu expressed his "respect" for him in his own way.

Moreover, besides the seven of them, the area inside and out was also surrounded by the troops of the courtyard.

Lionel's Confessor Angel Legion, along with three mech task forces—the Lionheart Knights, the Assault Hand, and the Dragon—have already surrounded the area in three concentric circles.

—A just mass brawl is the greatest respect that heavenly angels can show to their enemies.

The old father was giving his children a personal and earnest instruction, teaching them the ways of life in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Without further ado, Lionel drew his knight's sword, while Fenrir was faintly emitting crimson steam. Now, if Broly nodded, they would go up together and put Hercules on the market for free.

Turs covered his head with his hands, his fox tail swaying from side to side:
"No, Abraham, you..."

This golden retriever has already climbed to the top of the list, how can it still be so unreasonable?

Second Bank Manager John, standing to the side, agreed with Xia Xiu's proposal. As a seasoned and extraordinary capitalist warrior, he preferred Xia Xiu's unreasonable "merger and acquisition method."

Fighting against opponents of higher levels—that's what makes a true warrior—even fighting against opponents of higher levels from above is still fighting against higher levels!
Only those who use their immense power to defeat opponents at a lower level can truly be considered heroes!
“Your Majesty Abraham is absolutely right, Mr. Broly. Although the acquisition requires you to fight against your opponents, falsifying the books... well, to put it simply, slightly falsifying the ceremony, is something Financial Street can also do. Of course, I don’t mean anything by it, but... slightly using some off-the-books tactics doesn’t count as falsification within Financial Street.”

Second Bank Manager John said this to Broly with a smile.

Broly shook his head: "No, it's not necessary."

While Xia Xiu and the others were talking, they made no attempt to hide it from Hercules, who didn't dare to move an inch.

He could only watch helplessly as the other person discussed him as if he were a piece of livestock to be slaughtered, feeling utterly resentful.

When Xia Xiu saw Broly say this, he didn't say anything more. In any case, Hercules was destined to die.

He brought the others along only out of curiosity to catch a glimpse of Hercules.

Xia Xiu turned his gaze to the wolf boy Fenrir.

“Fenrir, watch carefully,” he said calmly. “Broly’s Blood Fighting Technique is worth learning.”

"Understood, father."

Fenrir nodded seriously, his gaze burning as he stared intently at the impending battle ahead.

At that moment, Broly stepped forward.

He slowly walked out of the queue, his monk's robe billowing without wind, his shoulders and back straight as pillars, his expression calm and solemn.

"Kill the Nemean Lion and take its unbreakable skin; slay the Hydra and burn away its regenerative evil."

He bound the doe of Cyrinea, and galloped through time and the forest; he captured the boar of Erymantus, and quelled the wrath of the mountains and forests.

The strange bird of the Clear Eguis marsh, whose voice is that of a bow; drives away the birds of Stinfallis, mending the narrative gap.

He captured Cretan cattle to tame their divine madness; he stole livestock from the stables to cleanse the filth of the Augean stables.

"Slay the centaurs, and sacrifice the horse of Diomedes; take the belt of Hippolyta, and leave your name in the Queen's wrath."

He drove his three-headed hounds, leading Cerberus, the hound of hell, into the world of the living; he seized the bull of Geryon, the giant, and traversed the sea and fire.

He slowly recited the twelve great deeds of Heracles, and then solemnly declared:

"Even if you are an information construct or a narrative illusion, you still fight, and you still deserve respect."

"—Therefore, in the name of the Avadason Clan and the Commander of the Court Guard, I formally initiate a one-on-one, life-or-death battle against you."

Hercules stared silently at Broly, his heavy club held horizontally, his thick muscles and flesh structure woven from divine authority slowly taut, as if sculpted into a gray-black statue of a war god amidst the swirling mist.

He knew, of course, that he couldn't escape this battle.

That being, like a father god, stood like an insurmountable chasm across the river of fate. That guy was indeed as powerful as the father god, and just as shameless as the father god.

They all share the same fondness for "bullying the weak".

However, he felt no resentment in the face of the scene before him.

Because the enemy opposite him gave him the respect due to his own and offered him a one-on-one duel.

He was very grateful to this human named Broly, who gave him the final dignity of a hero.

Born from the source of body refinement and trials, he has undergone the judgment of twelve divinities. Each death has been a rebirth that breaks through boundaries. Even today, he will never back down.

He suddenly grinned, raised his giant staff, and his entire arm rose up like a mountain. Divinity emanated from his body, and the twelve life rings behind him ignited with light, illuminating the misty realm like stars.

He shouted:
"--bring it on!!"

The sound exploded, and the mist within dozens of meters of Hercules swirled back as if it had been burned away.

And at that very moment— *splat*!
A crimson gleam pierced the air in Broly's pupils, and his aura suddenly collapsed and then erupted again, like molten lava from a fierce furnace bursting forth. A phantom then emerged from his body as if splitting apart, rising and solidifying into form.

—Beowulf.

That was the embodiment of his will and blood-fighting skills, and also his deepest "hunting self" as an Avadasun warrior.

He stood silently behind Broly, over two meters tall, his muscles as solid as steel, his skin gleaming with the luster of deep blue battle patterns; his face was as resolute as rock, his features as sharp as a sculpture of a war god; silver chains wrapped around his chest, the end of which hung a huge wolf head ornament, symbolizing a thirst for war and glory; his hands were as thick as hammers, and each finger was adorned with a fist-shaped blood-fighting artifact, engraved with runes, like nails locking away rage.

【Blood Fighting Technique - Cross-shaped Annihilation Rifle】.

Broly raised his hand and clenched it, and his fist and Beowulf's fist simultaneously condensed into a blood-red magic circle. A cross-shaped battle seal flashed in the void, and the blood-red patterns tore through space like a cross gallows. Eight blood seal pillars suddenly rose from the ground and instantly locked onto Hercules' location.

The next second, Broly's figure flashed in front of Hercules as if by teleportation, and his fist suddenly blasted out like a thunderbolt before a storm, causing the entire world to collapse under this punch!
boom! ! !
Hercules' pupils dilated violently, and he instinctively swung his staff to block. The two divine roars collided suddenly, the air exploded as if it were solid, and the mist surged in all directions like a tide. The ground was instantly cracked with spiral fissures, like a small-scale collapse of a divine kingdom.

"Gurgle—!!"

Hercules let out a muffled groan, his entire body flying back more than ten meters as if a string had been broken. His feet slid two deep furrows in the ground, and one of the twelve life rings within his body shattered with a deafening roar!

"hiss--"

In the instant of shattering, an uncontrollable pain surged through his soul; a narrative imprint of his had been forcibly stripped away, and he had lost a life.

But Hercules, while gritting his teeth, also had a slight, triumphant smile on his lips.

"Heh...not bad."

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his molten, scorching body to the ground.

He gripped the giant club tightly once more, causing the remaining eleven engraved rings on his back to tremble and unleash an even more violent divine storm. The entire mist seemed to respond to his rage and will.

Hercules let out a low growl, his eyes no longer flashing with judgment or tactics, but with a complete fighting desire and an instinctive burning killing intent.

Hercules spat out a mouthful of blood mist imbued with divine radiance, and the earth before him was torn into scorched cracks.

But he had no time to catch his breath.

Broly's figure appeared like a ghost in the blind spot to Hercules' right front, and his fist slammed out again—not a fancy dance of energy, but a left hook with a hellish angle compression, slashing diagonally upward from Hercules' ribs, almost tearing the air into a blood-red afterimage!

Hercules roared, forcefully twisting his upper body and raising his club to block.

boom! ! !
With a cracking sound, his steel-like arm bone was knocked off course, and his entire right arm went numb instantly!
The next strike is imminent!

Broly entered berserker mode.

His fists, like crossed hammers, landed heavily on Hercules' chest, causing his sternum to collapse instantly and divine flesh to burst forth.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, took a step forward, shrugged his shoulder, and slammed out with his elbow, striking Hercules hard in the chin.

Click——!
Misaligned jaw, teeth flying out!
[Blood Battle Technique - Double Cross Slash!]

Broly didn't stop. The next second, his left fist merged with [Beowulf], gliding in an arc through the air and slamming directly into Hercules' temple, causing his head to shift violently. At the same time, his right fist tore through the ground from below and slammed into his side like a hook.

The two strikes overlapped to form the shape.

【Cross-shaped Chain - Split Slash】

Hercules' body was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing through the broken rocks behind him, sending rubble flying.

The second life ring on his chest shattered with a loud crash, emitting a sharp sound like metal breaking!

But before his body even hit the ground, Hercules roared, forcefully twisted his waist, pushed off the wall with his right foot, and spun around in mid-air like a spiral, gripping his giant club tightly with both hands, and smashed it head-on towards Broly with a terrifying rotational force field!

That was a complete outburst of physical violence—a divine strike that combined overwhelming brute force and inertia, devoid of any skill!

[The Hand of God: The Twelve Trials!]

boom! ! !
Broly raised his arm to catch it!
He was slammed several meters into the ground, the mud and rocks beneath his feet shattered, and the Blood Battle Formation trembled violently.

The moment Hercules landed, he charged again, like a raging beast, his staff moving like thunder and lightning, delivering three consecutive sweeping, diagonal slashes, and upward thrusts, all carrying divine pressure and earth-shaking waves.

Broly braced himself, his hands like chains to block, each defense sending numbness through his arm bones, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned ever brighter!
"Come again!"

He roared, his blood surged, the chains on his chest trembled violently, and Beowulf materialized behind him again, the entire Blood Fighting Technique pattern spreading across the ground like bursting veins!

The next moment, Broly clasped his fists together, adopting a cross-compression starting stance, and muttered:
[Cross Release - Falling Strike Binding]!
boom! !

His fists snapped like iron gates shut, forcefully breaking the club that Hercules was throwing at him!
The instant the staff broke, Hercules raised his right arm to counterattack, Broly blocked with a backhand, and the two fought again in close combat, exchanging more than twenty punches in just three seconds! Every punch landed with flesh and bone, blood and flesh flew, and the depths of the mist had long since become a roaring vortex of battlefield!
Click!

Hercules' third life ring shattered, and he spat out divine blood again, his expression changing drastically!
But he didn't back down!

"Come again!!"

Hercules roared, the fourth life ring on his back was activated, his divinity surged, his size increased by a whole circle in an instant, the veins on his arms bulged, and his broken club was swung like a battle axe, even tearing the space itself into distorted ripples!
Broly roared in response, his fists scorched by divine flames, his fighting spirit erupting like a volcano!

He didn't use long-range moves, nor did he retreat to regroup. Instead, he stepped forward again to meet the divine flames. Fists and sticks, strength and strength, divinity and blood battle wills collided violently in the world torn apart by the mist!
Fenrir stood at the edge of the mist, his blood seemingly boiling along with the roar of the battlefield.

The child is now completely absorbed in watching.

Broly's figure moved around Hercules, constantly getting close, exploding, and then instantly withdrawing. It was not simply a matter of muscles and strength, but a skill honed with rules and mental will.

Blood Fighting Technique, Spinning Continuous Strike.

Blood Fighting Technique: Scatter Shot Combo.

Blood Fighting Technique, Finger of Greed.

Blood Fighting Technique, Lightning Speed ​​Spike Strike.

Blood Fighting Technique, Blood Wedge Defense Formation.

Blood Fighting Technique, Cross-shaped Annihilation Gun.

Blood Battle Technique...

Broly seemed to be using different Blood Fighting Techniques to fight Hercules, as if to give Fenrir a clear view of all the Blood Fighting Techniques.

Under this terrifying output, Hercules has already lost nine lives, and Broly has also suffered many wounds, but he becomes more and more ferocious and fierce as he fights.

Before long, Hercules had lost eleven lives, leaving his opponent with only one.

(End of this chapter)