The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 448 Fierce Fight

"Juli!"

Weiss's hands danced rapidly in the air, his ten fingers nimbly changing into complex and mysterious gestures, as if weaving an invisible web of energy.

In an instant, dazzling rays of light, like flexible silk threads, surged out from his palms and wrapped around Thor's body at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, Thor felt his arms suddenly become extremely heavy. It was a sign of the surging power pouring in, as if he could smash a towering mountain with a punch. The air was faintly filled with a buzzing sound caused by the overload of power.

"agile!"

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Weiss seemed tireless and gave Thor dozens of states in one breath.

The blessing of each state causes Thor's body to undergo wonderful and shocking changes.

His muscles became increasingly tense, like ropes made of steel, bulging high and full of power;

The skin shimmers with a strange luster, like a layer of mysterious armor, emitting a faint halo, as if it can resist all attacks;
"on!"

Thor roared to the sky, and the sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the air around him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed towards Hela like a completely enraged beast, emitting a terrifying aura.

His footsteps stomped heavily on the ground, making a dull and powerful sound. Every step seemed to dig a deep pit in the earth, and even tiny cracks appeared on the ground.

"Just let me see how much power you have over Odin."

Hela looked at Thor rushing towards her, her eyes flashing with excitement and fanaticism, that light carrying endless provocation and expectation.

She longed for this battle, eager to compete with the strong.

She was agile and stood proudly, like an ancient and majestic god of war, emitting a powerful sense of oppression.

Her long hair fluttered wildly like black flames.

The two men collided in an instant and started a thrilling close combat.

The fists whistled and the legs crossed, and every attack was like breaking the wind, making a sharp whistling sound.

At the beginning, the two were evenly matched, and every attack and defense was just right, as if it was a tacit cooperation that had been rehearsed countless times, making it difficult to tell who was better.

With the powerful state blessed by Weiss, Thor's strength and speed have reached unprecedented levels. Every punch he throws carries a thousand pounds of force, and every kick is as fast as lightning.

Hela, relying on her own powerful strength and rich epic combat experience, skillfully responded to each of Thor's attacks. Every one of her movements was smooth and natural, full of power and beauty, as if she had become one with the battle and became the embodiment of battle.

However, as the battle continued, the balance of time began to quietly tilt.

Gradually, Hela began to gain the upper hand. Her attacks became more and more fierce, and every punch and kick was powerful and cunning, as if she could see through Thor's every thought and predict his every move.

Thor gradually found it difficult to hold on. Scars began to appear on his body and his clothes were torn in several places. Blood oozed out of the wounds, staining his clothes red, but his eyes were still as firm as iron and he showed no intention of retreating.

Weiss stared closely at the battlefield from the side.

If this continues, Thor will definitely be in dangerous and desperate situation.

Weiss opened his left hand, and a longbow emitting a soft and sacred light instantly appeared in his hand. This longbow was made of a mysterious and ancient material, and its surface was engraved with dense runes, each of which shone with a mysterious light.

Weiss slowly pulled the bowstring, and the bowstring made a low and pleasant vibrating sound.

An arrow composed of the law of light appeared out of thin air and was placed on the bowstring.

The arrow shone brightly, as if it had gathered all the light power in the world, emitting powerful and pure energy fluctuations that made people dare not look directly at it.

Weiss aimed at Hela. He stared closely at Hela's every move, not missing any of her subtle movements and changes in expression.

However, he held his breath and just quietly aimed at Hela, exerting invisible and powerful pressure on her.

Although the arrow had not yet been shot, Hela certainly felt the threat keenly during the fierce fight.

She knew clearly that although this arrow might not take her life directly, if she was hit, it would definitely cause her unbearable pain, and would definitely restrict her hands and feet in battle, greatly affecting her combat effectiveness.

Hela reacted very quickly and responded immediately the moment she felt the threat.

After taking a punch from Thor, she suddenly stretched out her hands and clamped Thor's fists tightly.

At the same time, she quickly raised her knees, like a cannonball ready to go, and hit Thor's chest with tremendous force.

"boom"

Thor's chest collapsed visibly, and he flew backwards several meters like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

However, Weiss still did not draw the bow and kept holding the bowstring tightly.

He was waiting for the perfect opportunity, an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Hela.

This arrow may be their only chance to turn the tide of the battle, so Wes must wait, wait for that perfect moment.

Hela's restlessness was completely ignited by Weiss's reserved attitude. The dark aura surrounding her became stronger and stronger, like a rolling black cloud, carrying the breath of destruction.

Without any hesitation, she kicked the ground hard and turned into a black lightning, rushing towards Weiss.

As she rushed towards Weiss, her shape kept changing.

Facing the aggressive Hela, Weiss remained standing without making any defensive or evasive moves.

Just when Hela was about to rush in front of him.

In an instant, countless clones appeared beside Weiss. These clones were exactly the same as Weiss himself, whether in appearance, expression, or the aura emanating from the body, they were all exactly the same.

They were either standing or squatting, holding weapons or making strange hand seals, each with a different posture, as if each clone possessed the power to change the situation of the battle.

This is exactly what Rocky did.

Loki was hiding on the side, his hands dancing quickly in front of him, muttering to himself, with a sly smile on his face.

His illusion skills are truly unique. After a long period of practice and research, he has already reached a level of perfection, which is enough to make the fake look real.

He knew how powerful Hela was and that it would be difficult to win in a head-on confrontation, so he came up with this plan, using illusion to create countless clones of Wes to disrupt Hela's vision and gain more opportunities for Wes and Thor.

(End of this chapter)