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

Chapter 448 Fierce Battle

"Incredible strength!"

Wes's hands moved rapidly in the air, his ten fingers deftly changing into complex and mysterious gestures, as if weaving an invisible net of energy.

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

In the blink of an eye, Thor felt his arms suddenly become incredibly heavy, a sign of a surge of immense power being poured into them. It was as if he could shatter a towering mountain with a single punch, and the air could be faintly filled with a buzzing tremor caused by the overload of power.

"agile!"

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Wes seemed tireless, casting dozens of buffs on Thor in one go.

Each enhancement brought about wondrous and awe-inspiring changes to Thor's body.

His muscles became increasingly taut, like ropes forged from steel, bulging high and exuding power.

His skin shimmered with a strange luster, like a layer of mysterious armor, emitting a faint halo, as if it could withstand any attack;

"superior!"

Thor roared to the sky, his voice like rolling thunder, shaking the surrounding air.

Without the slightest hesitation, like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, he charged toward Hela with a chilling aura.

His footsteps pounded heavily on the ground, making a dull but powerful sound. Each step seemed to carve a deep pit in the earth, and even tiny cracks appeared on the ground.

"Let me see how much of Odin's power you have."

Hela looked at Thor charging towards her, her eyes gleaming with excitement and fervor, a light filled with endless provocation and anticipation.

She longed for this battle, longed to prove herself against the strongest.

She stood tall and proud, her figure lithe and agile, like an ancient and majestic war god, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

Her long hair flew wildly, like black flames.

The two collided instantly, engaging in a thrilling close-quarters combat.

The fists whistled and the legs moved in a blur, each attack carrying the force of breaking the wind and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

At first, the two were evenly matched, each attack and defense perfectly timed, as if they had practiced together countless times, making it difficult to determine who was better.

With the added power of Wes, Thor's strength and speed reached unprecedented levels. Every punch he threw carried immense force, and every kick he delivered was as fast as lightning.

Hela, with her immense strength and epic combat experience, skillfully countered every attack from Thor. Her every movement was fluid and natural, full of power and beauty, as if she had become one with the battle, the embodiment of combat itself.

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

Gradually, Hela began to gain the upper hand. Her attacks became increasingly fierce, each punch and kick carrying immense power and unpredictable angles, as if she could see through Thor's every thought and predict his every move.

Thor gradually found himself struggling to cope. He began to show signs of injury, and his clothes were torn in several places, with blood seeping from the wounds and staining his clothes red. However, his eyes remained as firm as iron, showing no sign of backing down.

Wes kept a close eye on the battlefield.

If this continues, Thor will surely be in a dangerous predicament.

Wes opened his left hand, and a longbow radiating a soft, divine light instantly appeared in his grasp.

This longbow is crafted from a mysterious and ancient material, its surface covered with densely packed runes, each one shimmering with a mysterious light.

Wes slowly drew back the bowstring, which emitted a deep and melodious vibrato.

An arrow composed of the laws of light appeared out of thin air and was nocked on the bowstring.

The arrow shone brightly, as if it had gathered all the light in the world, radiating a powerful and pure energy fluctuation that made people afraid to look directly at it.

Wes set his sights on Hela, keeping a close eye on her every move and not missing a single subtle change in her expression.

However, he held back his power, quietly aiming at Hela, exerting invisible yet powerful pressure on her.

Although the arrow had not yet been fired, Hela, in the midst of the fierce battle, certainly sensed the threat.

She knew perfectly well that although the arrow might not necessarily kill her outright, if it did hit her, it would certainly cause her immense pain and severely hinder her fighting ability.

Hela reacted very quickly, taking immediate action the moment she sensed the threat.

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

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

At the same time, she quickly raised her knee, like a cannonball ready to be fired, and slammed it into Thor's chest with tremendous force.

"Bang"

Thor's chest visibly caved in, and he flew backward several meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

However, Weiss still did not draw the bow, keeping the bowstring tightly drawn.

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

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

Hela's pent-up frustration was completely ignited by Wes's poised and unleashed power. The dark aura surrounding her grew even stronger, like rolling ink clouds, carrying an aura of destruction.

Without the slightest hesitation, she stomped off the ground and transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing towards Wes.

As she charged toward Wes, her form shifted constantly.

Despite the aggressive approach of Hela, Wes remained standing still without making any defensive or evasive moves.

Just as Hela was about to rush in front of him at the critical moment.

In an instant, countless clones appeared around Wes. These clones were exactly the same as Wes himself, in appearance, expression, and aura.

They stood or squatted, some holding weapons, some forming strange hand seals, each with a different posture, as if each clone possessed the power to change the course of the battle.

This is Loki's masterpiece.

Loki remained hidden to the side, his hands moving rapidly in front of him as he muttered incantations, a sly smile on his face.

His illusion skills are unparalleled. After a long period of practice and research, he has already reached a level of consummate skill, enough to deceive even the most discerning eye.

Knowing Hela's power, he realized that a direct confrontation would be difficult to win against her. So he devised this plan: using illusion magic to create countless clones of Wes, thus confusing Hela and creating more opportunities for Wes and Thor.

(End of this chapter)