I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 606 The Gods' Gamble
Menelaus, Patroclus, and even the renowned Odysseus fell one after another in the arena carved out by divine power. Feng Xue was like an unstoppable battering ram, carving a bloody path through the battle formation composed of countless heroes.

He was so invincible that no hero could stop him for more than 3 seconds! Even the legendary heroes whose fates were sung throughout the ages didn't even qualify to force him to use his [Primordial] form!
Screams, the clanging of metal, and the thud of heavy objects hitting the ground filled the air. Feng Xue pressed onward, and behind him stretched a long, crimson road paved with the blood and flesh of the most distinguished people on this land!

……

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"

While a melee was taking place not far from the Dardanelles Strait (the Tongtian River!), in a divine realm woven by the power of those who held divine destiny, a group of self-proclaimed divine destiny holders were gathered around a gambling table, observing the battle through a water mirror—a realm invisible to mortals.

Apollo was furious and enraged. He had placed a huge bet, but he suffered the fastest defeat in just over ten seconds after the start of the game. Compared to the legendary situation where he lost the bet but at least tricked Achilles to death, this time he really became a clown.

"Don't be so hasty! Odysseus is gone too, and look, Calypso didn't say anything!" Ares, who usually had a simple-minded look, grinned and showed a set of white teeth, completely ignoring the sea goddess next to him whose face was so dark it could go work in a cotton field.

After all, he had always been the one being mocked in the previous betting games, and all of his chosen ones had been wiped out in the last game. But it was precisely because of this that he had no pieces to offer in this game, so he could only bet on the blasphemer to win. However, he did not expect that this so-called blasphemer was actually quite skilled, so he was naturally the happiest.

The other gods participating in the gamble had varying expressions. Some were providing off-site assistance to their chosen ones, while others frowned and observed, trying to find the blasphemer's weakness. Only Athena stared silently at the water mirror and said:
"This stranger's power system is very peculiar. It is not simply divine power or magical power. His combat skills are also perfect. He is probably a strongman from the 'Land of Warriors'. I just don't know what kind of destiny he intends to achieve."

"The Land of Warriors? I remember meeting a few from there before. Their destiny trials, besides the usual fate simulation, seemed to involve chivalry and justice? Surely not 'the best in the world'?" The holder of the [Zeus] destiny frowned. He was one of the older holders of divine destiny in this generation and had seen some experts who had come from the "Land of Warriors" for training, but he didn't believe anyone in the world would dare challenge the legend of "the best in the world," so…

Not only Zeus, but almost all the gods shifted their gaze at the same time, and their focus was on Hermes, whose face was bruised and swollen.

Even though more than two months have passed, the injuries Chen Xuan had pulled out of him were still not fully healed. The fact that even he, a doctor and guardian angel, couldn't handle the situation was enough to show how profound Chen Xuan's martial arts were.

Noticing everyone's gaze, Hermes immediately jumped up, pointing to his still-swollen face and shouting, "What rubbish about chivalry! I was just playing the River God! You know the River God? The one with the golden axe and the silver axe! I kindly gave him money, and he beat me up instead! Blasphemers! They are utter blasphemers! They must be punished by the gods!"

No one really believed Hermes's appeal. After all, they knew what kind of role this deity played in legends and what kind of personality the person holding the destiny had in reality. But it was precisely this knowledge that made Hermes, who was suffering from the "boy who cried wolf" theorem, even angrier.

Seeing him looking like he was about to roast himself alive, Aphrodite, who was leaning lazily to the side, let out a coquettish laugh, and propped herself up halfway as her eyes sparkled:
"Oh, now that you mention it, I'm actually quite curious to taste this blasphemer! With such formidable fighting power, it shouldn't disappoint me..."

"Compared to this..." Zeus ignored Aphrodite's words, took a sip of his wine, and said nonchalantly, "Whatever he did, since he offended the majesty of the gods, he must be punished. But before that... anyone else wants to raise the stakes?" "Yes! No matter how strong he is, he can't get past Achilles!" Apollo, already red-eyed with defeat, roared confidently. Dionysus, who was refilling Zeus's cup, heard this and narrowed his charming eyes, saying:
"Then I'll bet on him beating Achilles. If he loses, the Muses can come and play with me for a few days, how about that?"

"Are you looking for trouble?" Apollo's face turned red with anger, but Dionysus simply smiled and said:

"If you can't afford to gamble, then don't place a bet. Besides God, what else do you have left? If you win, how about I give you one of my beloved grapevines?"

"It's a deal!" Apollo gritted his teeth and agreed to the bet, but Athena glanced at Dionysus warily before thoughtfully saying:

"Then I'll bet on him defeating Heracles!"

Upon hearing this, the gods fell silent for a moment, then all showed expressions of astonishment.

"Are you sure?" Zeus asked seriously. Hercules was not only the strongest hero in Greek mythology and the current holder of the destiny, but also his own son. Although he did participate in this duel as a trial, no one thought that this powerful hero, who had the blessing of two destinys and could even beat two-thirds of the people present, had any chance of losing.

"It doesn't matter, I've won more than I won before anyway." Athena took out three golden apples and laid them out on the table. The gods immediately lost their temper, and even their original gambling enthusiasm cooled down a bit.

Ares, however, let out a somewhat goofy laugh, and said in a tone that made Athena's veins bulge:
"Haha, I never thought you'd actually bet against me!"

The gods watched Ares court disaster, but they didn't rush to raise their bets. Apollo and Dionysus were clearly locked in a feud, and getting involved would easily be seen as taking sides. Since they had already bet that the blasphemer would lose, they would only raise their bets after Achilles lost.

Hermes watched this scene with a burning rage, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he was the least experienced, the weakest, the worst-reputed, and the most legendary.

Watching Feng Xue charge through the ranks of the gods, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he immediately began issuing divine decrees to his few incompetent chosen ones...

(End of this chapter)