The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 447 Clash

In this contest where the odds are heavily against each other, the chances of winning in a head-on confrontation are extremely slim.

Wes's mind raced, a resolute glint in his eyes, and his hands moved with incredible speed in the air, his ten fingers deftly shifting between complex hand gestures.

A strong heat wave surged, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, causing the temperature to rise sharply.

Two enormous fire dragons appeared out of thin air, their bodies engulfed in flames, each scale shimmering with dazzling firelight, as if they were divine beasts formed from flames.

The fire dragon bared its fangs and claws, spewing scorching flames from its mouth and letting out a deafening roar as it circled and charged toward Hela with tremendous force.

"The Law of Fire?"

When Hela saw the two menacing fire dragons, she merely curled her lips in disdain, revealing a mocking smile.

That smile seemed to declare to Wes that his attacks were nothing but child's play in her eyes.

Her eyes were filled with disdain and arrogance, as if mocking Wes's overestimation of his abilities.

She casually swung the short sword in her hand.

A jet-black sword aura instantly shot out from the short sword. This sword aura was like a black lightning bolt, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by a sharp blade.

The moment the sword energy made contact with the fire dragon, the flames that were originally burning fiercely on the dragon's body seemed to have encountered their nemesis, and quickly dimmed, as if they had been forcibly "killed" by an invisible force.

In just a moment, the majestic fire dragon vanished without a trace, leaving only some embers to prove that it had once existed.

"Tsk~"

When Wes saw this, he frowned slightly, but he was not discouraged.

After a brief pause, he took a deep breath.

"Frosty Moment"

A bone-chilling cold instantly spread from his feet, as if it were a freezing spring gushing from the deepest hell.

Centered on Weiss, a thick layer of ice rapidly formed on the ground. This ice was crystal clear, yet it exuded a deadly chill.

The ice layer spread towards Hela at an extremely fast speed, freezing everything in its path. The water vapor in the air quickly condensed into ice fog, making the entire space gloomy and cold.

"A boring trick." Hela scoffed.

She stood still, not moving an inch, only looking at the approaching ice with disdain.

However, she did not expect that Wes' seemingly simple move would create an opportunity for Loki.

Loki has always kept his identity as the prince of the frost giants a secret, and he has tried his best to get rid of this mark and find his own place in Asgard.

However, the power of bloodline cannot be resisted or deceived. Just as Thor was born with the power of thunder, Loki was born with the ability to control the power of ice.

At this moment, he remained hidden to the side, his eyes fixed on the situation on the battlefield.

When he saw Wes unleash "Frost Moment," he had a sudden inspiration and keenly seized this rare opportunity.

He silently slipped into the spreading frost, using it as cover, like a lurking venomous snake, slowly approaching Hela.

His movements were light and agile, each step carefully taken, as if afraid of making the slightest sound and disturbing Hela.

"We succeeded!"

Loki was secretly excited. He spotted an opening in Hela's defenses, burst out of the frost, and thrust his weapon, imbued with the power of ice, straight at Hela.

However, Hela's reaction speed was beyond his expectations. As if she had eyes in the back of her head, she turned around quickly the moment Loki launched his attack and kicked him in the head with precision and power.

"Bang!"

Loki was like a punching bag that had been thrown into the air, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several meters before coming to a stop.

A look of pain crossed his face; clearly, the force of that kick had caused him considerable injury.

At the very moment Hela attacked Loki, Wes was not idle.

He slammed his hands down on the ground, and the moment his palms touched the ground, a powerful surge of magic flowed from his body and into the ground.

In an instant, the ground beneath Hela's feet flashed with light, and a complex and mysterious magic circle suddenly appeared.

This magic circle is composed of countless runes that shine with white light, intertwined with each other.

Countless white tentacles emerged from the magic circle. These tentacles, soft yet tough, like a swarm of hungry pythons, quickly coiled around Hela's body, attempting to bind her tightly.

Meanwhile, Thor had been waiting for this perfect opportunity.

Seeing Hela entangled by white tentacles, he unhesitatingly poured all his lightning power into his right fist.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

His right fist was instantly enveloped by powerful lightning, crackling incessantly. The lightning on his fist resembled countless agile electric snakes leaping about, or a small ball of lightning about to explode, poised to strike.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed off with his feet, and like a cannonball, he charged toward Hela with unstoppable momentum.

This punch, imbued with all his strength and determination, landed squarely on Hela's left cheek.

A powerful burst of lightning erupted instantly, accompanied by a deafening roar. Hela's body could not withstand the impact and, like a meteor being sent flying, crashed through several walls before finally coming to a stop.

The wall was smashed to pieces, bricks and stones flew everywhere, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ha~ Ha~"

Hela slowly stood up from the ruins, her hair disheveled and her clothes torn.

She reached up and brushed her messy long hair aside, a hint of excitement in her eyes, a gleam that seemed to tell everyone that the battle had only just begun.

"That's more interesting." Her voice was slightly hoarse, but full of provocation.

That fierce attack just now only caused a little blood to flow from the corner of her mouth, which shows how powerful she is.

Before she finished speaking, her figure flashed like a ghost, so fast that it was almost impossible to see her movements, and she appeared in front of Wes in an instant.

"Too fast."

Wes had a bad feeling, and his pupils contracted instantly.

His body couldn't keep up with Hella's movements at all, and in that critical moment, his brain was working at lightning speed.

After all, he was a master of magic, and sometimes casting spells only required a thought from his mind.

Almost at the same moment Hela appeared, he focused his mind and cast a teleportation spell.

A flash of light appeared around his body, and he vanished instantly, reappearing behind Thor the next second.

His face still showed a hint of shock; what had just happened was truly terrifying.

(End of this chapter)