Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

"Your Holiness need not worry!"

Sisyphus smiled back, enduring the excruciating pain, and said, "The Great Lord caught the opponent off guard, using 'Soul Burial Break' to counterattack and severely injure him."

"While victory is still difficult, self-preservation should be no problem!"

With a single move, "Soul Burial Break," the victim was severely injured, and the situation between the two sides had been reversed.

However, the victim's ability to reflect damage is too troublesome. The Giant might be able to defeat the opponent, but it is unlikely to kill it.

If one is not careful, he might be turned around in one move, just like him.

"Did you counter with 'Soul Burial Break'? That's good, that's good!" Saiqi nodded.

As the previous generation's Cancer Gold Saint, he certainly knew how destructive this move was.

Within the same realm, no one would feel good after taking a hit from such a person.

On the Icelandic battlefield, seeing that the victims still had the strength to deflect the damage from the golden arrows, Wuxin had no choice but to abandon his pursuit.

"Damn it, this guy must have planned this all along!" He was instantly filled with rage.

He knew very well that after being countered by his 'Soul Burial Break' move, his opponent would never be able to react in time to deflect the Golden Arrow.

The only explanation is that the other party had prepared for both scenarios from the very beginning.

They wanted to kill him, but also wanted to lure out Sisyphus and then kill him as well.

However, the other party probably did not expect to be countered by their own Soul Burial Break.

Without the pursuit of the enlightened mind, the victim had a chance to catch his breath and slowly got up from the ground.

His armor, comparable to the Gold Saint Cloth, was nearly half shattered, revealing his scarred skin and the blood seeping from his wounds.

He was clearly seriously injured.

Even so, the victim did not forget to cover his face; a layer of black mist still shrouded his face.

"Cough-cough-"

"I never expected you to have such tricks up your sleeve!"

His tone carried a hint of self-deprecation as he added, "However, such a powerful move must be very taxing on physical and mental strength, right?"

How many more times can you use it?

He could clearly see that after using that move, Wuxin began to pant heavily, obviously under a lot of strain.

"I can use it one more time, but that should be enough to kill you!" Wu Xin replied, trying his best to calm his breathing.

However, he concealed his true situation; he could actually use Soul Burial Break twice more.

The victim was too strong, and to counter the opponent's moves, he would need to expend more physical and mental energy, so he could only use it twice more.

However, on the other hand, the victims were seriously injured and absolutely could not withstand another 'Soul Burial Break'.

If you can land a solid hit on your opponent, you will surely kill them instantly.

However, the opponent had a special move that reflected damage, and Wuxin dared not make a move without absolute certainty.

Seemingly sensing his apprehension, the victim retorted without hesitation, "Even if you only use it once, it would certainly be enough to kill me!"

"But do you dare?"

As he spoke, he opened his arms, appearing completely unguarded.

Wu Xin raised an eyebrow, rushed over quickly, and said disdainfully, "Your damage reflection technique does make me wary, but you've forgotten a very important point."

"What?" one of the victims asked, puzzled.

"So, you're seriously injured now too! With your current physical condition, how many more times can you use that move?" Wu Xin sneered and threw a punch.

"Suffering and Compassion"

The victim was stunned for a moment, but still used his special skills to defend himself.

boom!

Wu Xin punched the other man in the chest, but left no mark. Instead, a crack appeared on his own breastplate.

He didn't stop, enduring the pain of the rebound, and threw punch after punch.

Bang bang bang!

Fists rained down on him, but the pain was felt directly on him, making Wu Xin wince in pain.

Upon seeing this, the victims suddenly realized what was happening.

"Oh no, this guy is deliberately wearing me down!"

He is currently seriously injured and unable to engage in prolonged combat.

Although Wuxin's punch was deflected with 'suffering and compassion', this level of damage does not pose a threat to Wuxin.

The opponent simply wanted to use this most effortless method to deplete his stamina for using 'Suffering and Compassion' at the cost of minor injuries.

Once his strength is exhausted and he can no longer use 'Suffering and Compassion', the outcome is predictable.

However, if he doesn't use 'Suffering and Compassion' to defend himself, given his current severely injured state, he simply cannot stop Wuxin in close combat. He will be beaten to death by the opponent using the simplest physical techniques, punch after punch.

"hateful!"

Realizing their situation was not good, the victim immediately shook off their afflictions and then retreated quickly to create a safe distance.

Now that he is physically exhausted, he should use his precious 'Difficulty and Compassion' skills wisely, rather than wasting them on ordinary punches and kicks.

"Oh, you're scared?" Wu Xin mocked without any politeness as he regained his footing.

Previously, the other party had been mocking him, but now the tables have turned and it's finally his turn.

The victim did not speak, but clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly.

Although he couldn't see the other person's expression, Wu Xin could guess that the other person must hate him to the extreme at this moment.

Just then, a powerful microcosm burst in from a gap in the ice layer not far above, reaching the level of the seventh sense.

"Could they be reinforcements for the victims?" Wu Xin immediately perked up.

Because the descending aura of the microcosm felt very unfamiliar to him, and it was clearly not from any of the Gold Saints of the Sanctuary.

However, he breathed a slight sigh of relief after noticing that the victims were also on guard.

Clearly, the victims also did not know each other.

That was a third party, different from the two of them.

"Who could it be?" Wu Xin stared at the pale green streak of light shooting towards them.

The newcomer's cosmic aura was relatively pure, with a faint trace of vibrant life force, clearly indicating that he was neither a Specter from the Underworld nor a long-dormant Marine General.

After ruling out both possibilities, he couldn't find a suitable suspect for a while.

boom!

With a loud bang, the streak of light crashed to the ground, shattering the already broken ice blocks into countless fragments.

When the shooting ice fragments stopped, the pale green light dispersed, revealing an exceptionally handsome man before Wu Xin and the other person.

Chapter 200 Suffering and Retreat

"Adonis, the Spring Welcoming Envoy?" Wu Xin immediately recognized the person who had come.

Although he had only met her once at the Queen of the Underworld in the Second Prison, her handsome appearance left a deep impression on him.

"So it was you here, Lord Giant!"

Recognizing Wuxin as well, Adonis immediately smiled and said, "It seems I've come at the right time. Do you need any help?"

As he spoke, he glanced gesturingly at the victims not far away.

Clearly, the victims over there are the enemies of the Giant Throne.

"If that's possible, that would be wonderful!" Wu Xin quickly expressed her gratitude.

He didn't know Adonis's exact strength, but judging from his aura, he had at least reached the Seventh Sense, comparable to a Gold Saint, making him a good helper.

"I wondered who it was? Turns out it's you, the clown under Cupid's skirt!" The victim, who also recognized Adonis, mocked him without any politeness.

"You know me? Who are you?" Adonis's expression immediately turned serious.

He considered himself to be somewhat famous, and quite a few people knew him, but that was during the Silver Age.

Now, countless years have passed since his Silver Age of fame, and almost everyone who knew him is dead. Logically speaking, it's unlikely that ordinary people would recognize him anymore.

The person before me is clearly no ordinary person.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that a clown like you would also be my enemy?" The victim's contempt was undisguised.

Adonis, as a messenger of the gods, was naturally furious at being so disrespected.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to offend the dignity of a divine messenger, you must pay the price!" He snorted coldly and immediately ignited his cosmos to prepare for an attack.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xin quickly warned, "Be careful! That guy possesses some strange ability to reflect damage back to the other person!"

Unfortunately, Adonis, who was in a fit of anger, didn't listen.

"Repent before the goddess of love and beauty, you arrogant fool!"

"Longing and yearning"

He opened his arms, releasing a powerful burst of cosmic energy.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Xin saw that huge vines had sprung up out of thin air on the ice beneath his feet. They were like a swarm of dancing snakes, sweeping towards the victims not far away.

The victims did not try to escape; they simply stood there quietly, letting the vines wrap around their bodies.

The vines tightened their grip, sprouting countless roots that burrowed into the victim's body, as if absorbing it as nourishment.

At the same moment, Adonis behind him suddenly let out a scream.

"what--"

His pinkish-green armor seemed to have been crushed by some enormous force, instantly shattering into pieces, and his entire body twisted irregularly.

Even more terrifying, Adonis's body was shrinking at a visible rate, like a deflated balloon.

He immediately realized that the roots of the acacia vine had drained his life essence.