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Chapter 611 How can one become the God of Light without launching a sneak attack?

The arrows bestowed by Apollo streaked through the air, scorching it like a meteor shower, shooting towards Feng Xue from different angles. But Feng Xue was like a silhouette cut from the starry sky, delivering his attack without any form.

One spell after another was cast into his body, and terrifying energy was released after being compressed to the extreme: Tai Shi, Tai Su, Tai Chi, Yin Yang, Liang Yi...

The immense power continued to divide, and although it was only a single punch, it split space, enveloped heaven and earth, and swept up all the arrows, finally transforming into a destructive torrent that swept outwards.

Hercules' body radiated a rich divine light, and the lion's fur seemed to come alive, emitting bursts of roars.

That strong body finally withstood the blow. The longbow, which had already been drawn, could no longer hold its ground, and several arrows slipped from the bowstring as if they had lost their power. He involuntarily took two steps back, leaving a cracked footprint on the ground that had been hardened by their battle.

"You... hurt me?" Hercules looked somewhat surprised. Although there was no blood, the burning sensation all over his skin was hard for him to believe.

Since completing the twelve trials and fully unleashing the power of his destiny, he has never felt this pain again after ascending from demigod to true god, even though it was just a minor scratch.

"Just a warm-up." Feng Xue's body returned to its original flesh and blood form. She felt the vast divine power within the other party and the growth brought about by the resonance with her destiny. Her expression was somewhat subtle.

Hercules did not understand the core of this battle of destiny, but he did understand it, so he knew very well that this was not just a contest of strength, but also required a recognition of his own identity.

But what Feng Xue was after was not just a simple matter of a real and fake Monkey King, because he clearly remembered that the real and fake Monkey Kings were going to demand an explanation from the powerful figures!

and so……

"This is a stepping stone!"

The thought crossed Feng Xue's face, and she gave the giant before her a mocking smile, looking down at him with disdain.

"Does this guy even deserve to be called Hercules? It seems I am the real Hercules!"

This translation is simple and direct, but in the debate over destiny, such a simple and pure denial of the enemy and affirmation of oneself is the most unbearable!
"Arrogance!" Hercules was indeed enraged. As the son of Zeus, as a powerful figure born to become the strongest hero, how could he not understand the importance of destiny?
Even if he loses everything, as long as his destiny remains, he can rise again. But once he loses his destiny, he will be nothing. Therefore...

war!
His already bulging muscles expanded again, and the oppressive feeling that was almost like the embodiment of power erupted at this moment. He swung the big club made of olive wood, and an almost insane pressure rushed over like a tsunami!
Seeing Hercules make his move, Delis unleashed a shower of starlight, unleashing various spells along the trajectory of her staff, seemingly to hinder Hercules' advance.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
Hercules' lion fur was so tough that neither the Thunderfire Sword nor the Five Thunder Technique could penetrate it even slightly. However, amidst the barrage of attacks, Feng Xue had already silently unfolded her star chart.

Hercules swung his club furiously, shattering magical stars with overwhelming force. Stardust rained down, gathering into rings that disrupted his attacks. Feng Xue fought and retreated, seemingly suppressed by Hercules's ferocious attacks, but in reality, every step she took was meticulously calculated.

The aftershocks and energy bursts of the battle subtly concealed his movement, and the entire battle zone was shifting in a specific direction at an imperceptible speed.

"Hercules' power is increasing again! Has this outsider triggered some kind of destiny pattern?" Apollo clenched his fists, hoping that Hercules would crush the blasphemer immediately, but also worried that the other party would become stronger.

Athena's eyes gleamed with a thirst for knowledge as she tried to see through Feng Xue's every move, but the cultural differences ultimately prevented her from understanding.

Upon hearing Apollo's words, she could only frown and say something along the lines of:

"There is nothing like that in our legends, but in the land of warriors, there are often tales of strong warriors fighting each other and helping each other improve. Such battles do not even need complicated reasons; they are simply because both sides are strong warriors using the same weapons, and they are willing to risk their lives to decide the outcome."

"This is too barbaric!" Hermes muttered. Athena rolled her eyes and didn't respond to him, but kept her attention on Feng Xue.

Zeus, still utterly oblivious to the impending danger, swirled his wine cup, surveying the battlefield from his vantage point, and murmured:

"Although he seems to be at a disadvantage, this outsider's movements are perfect, with almost no flaws. It looks like this is going to be a long battle!"

Zeus's words seemed to be praising Feng Xue, but to some people they sounded like they carried a different meaning.

The truly intelligent people wouldn't speak at this moment; only Hermes, the youngest, least experienced, and most cunning fellow, would add another sentence:
"Those two seem to be getting a little too close to us!"

However, Hermes was right. Feng Xue and Hercules were indeed getting closer to the realm of the gods, both in terms of strength and distance.

Seeing that the marker signal on Hermes was already within reach, but Feng Xue still couldn't detect the location of the divine realm, he wasn't surprised. Or rather, if it really was a group of gods gambling in the open, that would be truly absurd.

Seeing Hercules' increasingly ferocious attacks, Feng Xue's eyes darted around, and she deliberately created an opening. This wasn't entirely accurate, though, since Hercules couldn't easily exploit this opening—

After dodging several times, Feng Xue suddenly attacked with her staff. This strike was unexpected, but it was not fast enough, strong enough, or fierce enough, so much so that Hercules felt that "the window he had worked so hard to create had been wasted." However, he would not show any mercy because of his enemy's mistake and poured all his strength into the staff attack, smashing it down with all his might!

When the two sticks, one made of gold and the other of wood, collided, Hercules finally realized something was wrong. An unprecedented sense of crisis was sweeping over him from the end of the long stick.

The strong sense of danger made him want to retreat, but this retreat also prevented him from attacking the opening that Feng Xue had created in order to unleash this strike.

If the enemy cannot reach it, then the weakness is not a weakness!
"That's what you're really thinking, isn't it?"

In the realm of the gods, Apollo's lips curled into a smile, his silver bow gleaming with a deadly light. Accompanied by the almost imperceptible hum of the bowstring, the arrow merged with the sunlight and headed towards the opening behind Feng Xue!

(End of this chapter)