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Chapter 332 Odin
The leaden clouds that filled the sky were torn apart by the furious thunder.

The figure straddling an eight-legged steed wore a majestic iron mask, and his single eye shone with a brilliance far surpassing that of lightning.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to tremble in fear of the figure bathed in lightning. Even the incessant torrential rain seemed to stop howling because of its arrival. There was an invisible barrier within several meters around it, preventing the rain and mist from penetrating even an inch.

He treads upon storms and thunder, like a deity from ancient times, unleashing an overwhelming and unstoppable aura, like a raging, roaring torrent.

Rumble!
A chilling and murderous aura filled the world like a tide.

Cheng Er, whose bloodline rating was only C, felt as if his throat was being choked, and a suffocating feeling engulfed him. It was as if he was facing a god, with a heavy pressure as deep as an abyss or a prison, like being in the deep sea thousands of meters below. If he relaxed for even a moment, he would be crushed by the enormous pressure!

No, I can't hold on any longer!
Under that terrifying pressure, Cheng Er groaned in pain, blood flowing from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and lips.

He seemed to hear his bones creaking, his nerves screaming hysterically, and his soul trembling and screaming, as if mourning his own life that was about to end!
Suddenly, Chu Zihang stepped forward, his not-so-broad, even slightly thin, figure blocking the view of the other person.

Cheng Er's pressure suddenly lessened, her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide with terror, her lungs expanding and contracting violently as she greedily inhaled the air, her heart pounding wildly.

Although he graduated from Kassel College, his grades were too poor and his lineage was not outstanding, so he joined the logistics department.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered such a terrifying being as the Man in the Iron Mask!
The oppressive feeling, as terrifying as an abyss, seemed to be constantly reminding him how fragile life is!

That deep-seated fear and sense of powerlessness is like the tough silk spun by a spider, tightly binding the prey that falls into the web until it suffocates and dies!
"We meet again, Odin!"

Chu Zihang's gaze seemed to be fixed solely on that figure.

Those golden eyes, which never went out, appeared angry and ferocious amidst the complex emotions swirling within them. The temperature suddenly rose, evaporating all the rainwater nearby.

Cheng Er, who was closer, felt as if he were in a fiercely burning furnace. The heat wave that hit him made him lick his dry and hot lips. But then he realized that the high temperature was even causing the air around him to distort!
Is this the legendary high-risk incantation, the power of Junyan?!
Seeing is believing. Even though the power of the Word of Power had not been fully unleashed, the intense heat was already unbearable.

What happens next is none of your business.

Beneath Chu Zihang's seemingly calm expression lay a raging torrent of fury capable of crushing reefs and causing cataclysmic upheavals.

He bent down, took out the ancient alchemical sword 'Murasame' from the briefcase, then straightened up, trying to control his tone, and said in as calm and indifferent a voice as possible, without turning his head: "Get back in the car, and don't look back, step on the gas pedal hard until you leave this place, understand?"

"Commissioner Chu Chu, what about you?" Although she desperately wanted to leave this terrifying place without looking back, Cheng Er forced herself to suppress her fear and asked the boy in a trembling voice.

"I still have a score to settle with this guy."

Chu Zihang drew the ancient alchemical sword 'Murasame' and walked step by step toward Odin, who was riding an eight-legged steed.

"Chu"

Just as Cheng Er was about to speak, he felt the ground suddenly shake.

Boom!

A piercing sonic boom swept through the airwaves, echoing across the dark viaduct.

Looking at Chu Zihang again, one sees his figure rushing towards the god bathed in thunder like a cannonball, and where he had just stood, there is a clear footprint.

Second Time - Bloodbath!

The boiling dragon blood burned like flames, like adrenaline, and was injected into the boy's body.

Blue scales grew wildly from under his skin, as if he were wearing a hard armor, making him look like a bronze statue cast in molten iron. Only his angry and ferocious golden eyes, like sharp swords, pierced through the dark night, bursting out with a terrifying and chilling killing intent!
His already powerful muscles unleashed the power hidden within his genes, erupting like a volcano! The incomparably strong power originating from the dragon race was pushed to its peak at this moment. Amidst the rolling waves of energy, the young man stepped into the forbidden domain of the gods!
"Hey, Odin, I'm here!"

The sound waves, mixed with the raging air currents, spread out like a surging, angry tide.

In an instant, the asphalt road surface within a radius of tens of meters was blown up, and fine fragments of hard stone and mud burst into the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

With a powerful stomp, the boy leaped into the air, his figure streaking across the night sky like a streak of light, lunging towards the god seated astride his steed. Past nightmares flashed through his mind, ultimately transforming into boundless rage, unleashing a strike that was almost ingrained in his instincts, a strike he had practiced countless times.

Clang!
The sound of swords clashing was like a dragon, creating towering waves!
The chilling, icy, and fierce glint of the blade seemed to illuminate the night in that instant.

The blade flashed like a giant dragon coiling in the sky, its twisting body rippled through the air with each swing of its tail. The strikes were beyond their limits; even the lightning spewed out by the eight-legged steed was severed by its blade. Then, with undiminished momentum, it slashed toward the head of Odin, the god wearing the iron mask!
However, the next moment.

Odin's jet-black, spiraling spear, inscribed with intricate patterns, shot out like a dragon emerging from the abyss, striking the descending blade with lightning speed.

when! ! !
At the moment of impact, an unstoppable force was transmitted to Chu Zihang's entire body, and Murasame almost flew out of his grasp.

The alchemical knives forged by the equipment department from various alloy materials could even leave a mark on the bones of the Dragon King. However, when they were used to strike the pitch-black spear tip that was neither iron nor white, not only did they fail to leave the slightest mark, but they were even chipped with a clearly visible notch!

Gungnir, a causal artifact in Norse mythology, was forged by Odin from a branch of the World Tree. Legend has it that once thrown, it will strike wherever it is, regardless of where it is!

Chu Zihang was momentarily stunned, then suddenly realized that the thunderous, furious attack was right in front of him.

Odin swung Gungnir and delivered a seemingly ordinary thrust.

hum!
In an instant, the pitch-black spiral spear seemed to vanish into thin air, and Chu Zihang's heart pounded wildly as he felt enveloped by an immense, chilling killing intent.

The torrential rain, accompanied by fierce winds, pressed down like a mountain. In his vision, he could still see the glittering meteors. Chu Zihang instinctively raised his sword to block, but then an unstoppable force crushed him with extreme violence, sending him flying.

boom!
The alchemical blade that had accompanied him through dozens of battles was shattered by Odin's single blow.

Chu Zihang was like a cannonball, ignoring the pull of gravity, flying backward at several times the speed of sound, even pulling out layers of sonic boom air rings, plowing a deep trench in the ground, until he rolled nearly a hundred meters before barely coming to a stop.

But that body, which had been strengthened to the point of being as hard as steel after being subjected to a second blood surge, was already covered in blood.

At this moment, the blue scales covering Chu Zihang's body were forcibly peeled off during the intense friction with the ground, and one of his arms hung limply at his sides, while his right leg was bent unnaturally, clearly indicating that he was no longer able to fight.

Looking at Chu Zihang, who was kneeling on one knee, covered in blood like a demon, Odin, wearing an iron mask, stood tall and arrogant, looking down at the humble and insignificant human beings.

"Submit, mortals."

Odin's voice was like thunder, rolling through the clouds and torrential rain, shaking the air.

"I bother!"

Even though he was seriously injured, Chu Zihang was unwilling to submit.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, like a warrior determined to die, gripping the broken blade, and arrogantly gazing at the deity.

Seemingly losing patience, Odin's single eye on his iron mask erupted with molten gold flames: "Then die!"

Gungnir, forged from the World Tree, commands the raging lightning that swirls in the sky. Then, bolts of lightning descend from the heavens, falling straight onto the tip of the spear, as if coating it with a layer of brilliance. Countless meteor-like rays of light gather on that dazzling spear tip, creating a scene that seems to be the end of the world!

(End of this chapter)