Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

When he was drinking, his favorite thing to do was to have the gods and Titans below him engage in passionate brawls like Pankras.

However, this god-king had no mercy for "friendship first, competition second." If a few people didn't die, could it even be called a competition?

Basically, if Kronos doesn't call a stop, the contestants fighting will continue, no matter how many die; they're truly putting on a life-or-death performance.

In the fable, the old wolf invited to a feast on Mount Otrothus to receive enlightenment probably fled in fear of the Titans' ferocity because it witnessed such cruel and bloody competition.

Therefore, Samael, the rumor-monger who openly slandered someone's father, got what he asked for and was met with a barrage of attacks from the centaur sage opposite him.

However, the ancient serpent raised its arms in fists, blocking left and right, and shifted its position with small, quick steps, adjusting its angle and posture, like a reef standing firm in a stormy sea, repeatedly dividing and dissolving the waves stirred up by Chiron.

Furthermore, Samael seized the opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack, viciously striking the centaur sage's ears, cheeks, throat, jaw, armpits, heart, and other parts of his body.

Every time a brutal clash occurred, with fists flying and blood splattering, the Typhon descendants watching would let out a cacophony of cheers.

Even the delicate Gorgon sisters and the intellect-savvy Athena, as well as the serene Themis, watched with great interest, occasionally offering their comments and discussions.

Since their birth, gods have been a warrior race; their bloodlust and pursuit of power are ingrained in their very nature.

The more powerful a creature is in competition, the more likely it is to be appreciated and noticed by most of the divine beings.

"boom!"

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the two men's fists clashed, each striking the other's face, and both staggered backward from the impact.

"Pooh!"

Samael rubbed his swollen left cheek, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with two teeth, and gasped for breath with a resentful look in his eyes.

"Teacher Ma, you really don't show any mercy at all."

I show no mercy?!

Where's your face? Don't you care?!

We agreed that friendship comes first and competition second, but you've used more dirty tricks than I have! And whenever we go head-to-head, I'm almost always the one who comes out on the losing end!

What was supposed to be a perfectly good head-on battle turned into a sneak attack halfway through, taking advantage of my inflexible turning and maneuvering. I've never seen such a treacherous guy!

Chiron, clutching his nearly shattered jawbone, shook his head, which was still reeling from wave after wave of dizziness, looking utterly dejected.

Fortunately, both sides were immortal. After a short pause and a moment of recovery, their broken bones and torn tendons healed one after another, which is why they dared to fight each other without restraint.

"That's enough for today, we'll call it a draw."

Samael stretched his limbs and waved his hand, signaling a truce.

"No need. I'll give you a whole jar of the wine you liked last time."

Chiron, still resting his chin on his hand, composed himself and gave a slightly muffled, annoyed snort.

Themis, the goddess of justice in charge of arbitration, nodded slightly and personally placed the laurel wreath woven from branches by the students on the head of the victor, Samael.

Although both competitors were injured, the severity of the injuries was immediately apparent.

A cunning fellow was infected, mostly in harmless areas, and thus quickly became lively and energetic again.

The centaur sage fared much worse, having only recovered halfway and needing Stheno and Euryale's help to walk back to his camp.

However, Chiron was not surprised by this result.

Through so many years of contact, he knew that Samael was not only incredibly strong, but could even outmaneuver Typhon's offspring, and his fighting skills were also extraordinary.

Chiron suffered repeated losses due to a variety of unprecedented and unheard-of techniques.

Previously, Chiron could win more games by virtue of his experience, but as Samael gradually narrowed the gap, he won fewer games and lost more.

Seeing the centaur sage's frustration, the ancient serpent winked at Anna in the distance, a knowing smile playing on its lips.

The reason for this situation was mainly that Samael learned Pankrasin fighting techniques, which were inherited from his old friend, King Leonidas of Sparta.

On the one hand, the ancestors of the Spartans were Hercules, the god of strength.

This Hercules is a champion in multiple events at the Olympic Games, winning almost all the awards, and is even known as the "King of Champions".

Among Hercules' many awards, the most dazzling is the Pankrasin Fighting Championship.

The Spartans, inheriting the will of their ancestors, had a strong martial spirit, and wrestling tournaments of all sizes were frequently held within the city-state.

Therefore, the fighting experience inherited by Leonidas, the King of Sparta, consisted of skills honed through countless trials.

On the other hand, at that time, the gods gradually moved to the background, and human heroes took center stage.

As the world's ether is diluted and its mystery diminishes, these heroes often need to spend more time honing their skills to improve their combat abilities.

Therefore, his Greek martial arts were an upgraded version perfected by generations of Greek gods and humans, possessing an overwhelming advantage that transcended its time.

In addition to Greek martial arts, Samael was also a passionate martial arts enthusiast, as was his other teacher, Kukulkan, the feathered serpent god.

Samael personally experienced everything from Brazilian capoeira to Mexican wrestling, which he learned through futuristic vision, and he also diligently taught it to Samael in his spare time.

In short, he hasn't been wasting his years of experience. He's quite confident he can beat Teacher Ma, whose strength isn't in combat.

Otherwise, it would be a miracle if a cowardly and wicked person like Samael readily agreed to Chiron's challenge.

But joy turns to sorrow. Just as he quietly finished exchanging glances with Anna, a clear, elegant murmur came from the audience.

"Teacher, after watching so many matches, I have some insights I'd like to share with you."

Athena raised her hand and stood up, interlacing her fingers and cracking her knuckles, then walked out of the line with a smile.

Samael was just about to find an excuse to cancel this already drawn-out entertainment event when, unexpectedly, the goddess of justice in charge of arbitration nodded slightly and directly approved the application for the second match.

Chapter Sixty-One Face to Face XXX

"In combat, the jab is the most useful fighting technique. It is a basic technique that mainly uses the lead hand to strike the opponent directly."

"It looks simple, and you might be able to master it in one lesson, but it takes a lifetime to become proficient in it."

"When throwing a jab, use light force to strike sensitive and vital areas such as the eyes and bridge of the nose, or use feints to confuse the enemy. The lead hand does not need to be fully extended; it can be a casual strike or a series of strikes to break the opponent's vital points."

"Furthermore, the timing of the jab is crucial. It requires footwork coordination. When used well, it can be used to control distance, create opportunities, establish rhythm, seize opportunities, and even set the stage for subsequent strikes..."

On the open ground, Samael moved with small, quick steps, his arms thrusting out from different angles like venomous pythons, carrying strong air currents, hovering over Athena's face, throat, and other parts, the force sometimes feigned and sometimes real, the speed sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making it impossible to defend against.

Subsequently, Athena, as a student, learned quite well, but seemed to be a novice. In actual practice with Samael, there were always some unsatisfactory aspects.

The ancient serpent, growing impatient, pressed itself against Athena's side and explained and demonstrated repeatedly.

Only after Athena had fully mastered it did Samael breathe a sigh of relief. He then gave a brief explanation of the hook punch, knee strike, tripping, and other joint locks.

After this lecture, the teacher was so thirsty that he waved his hand weakly.

"Alright, alright, that's all for now. Go back and practice on your own."

However, Athena, who seemed to have fallen in love with learning, was still somewhat unsatisfied.

“Teacher Samael, I would like to experience the actual practice of these techniques.”

The ancient snake, its eyes lifeless, glanced out of the corner of its eye and saw Anna's increasingly furrowed brow gradually relax. It quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then resumed its gloomy expression.

"No, let me rest."

"Just one! Let me try one! I promise I'll be quick!"

The goddess of wisdom, in high spirits, persisted in her relentless requests, and then added more temptations.

"I'll wash the dishes that were supposed to be there a month ago!"

"Alright then, you go first, and I'll explain the pros and cons later."

Samael stood still, ready to be Athena's target, when he noticed several strange glances coming from the audience. He then gave a righteous and stern explanation.

"Actually, it's not about whether or not to wash the dishes. The key is the effect of the actual drill, which can indeed serve as a good demonstration."

"Although I'm a bit tired, it's only right for a teacher to make sacrifices for their students."

Just as the ancient serpent was defending its integrity to the audience, Athena, who had stepped back slightly, suddenly became imposing and took a running start.

"boom!"

Samael's vision went black, and he fell to the ground, his limbs locked in place.

Gu She endured the tight grip on the back of his head and looked with difficulty at the fair, lotus-root-like arms that were tightly bound in a V-shape around his jaw, and the round thighs that were crossed and wrapped around his waist from behind.

Holy crap! Naked choke!

If you knew you were going to try this on me, you wouldn't be washing dishes for six months straight!

Wait! You brat, are you kidding me?

I never taught this!

Samael snapped out of his daze, his previously nonchalant expression freezing instantly, replaced by grief and indignation.

Athena's disc was attached to Samael's back. Her lithe body, as swift as a rabbit, was arched, and her limbs tightened their grip, her fair skin digging into the victim's flesh, rubbing against him tightly.

The goddess's youthful body, pressed together with a certain teacher, exuded a dangerous yet unintentionally sensual allure.

Themis, watching from the sidelines, twitched slightly at the corner of her lips. She wanted to raise her hand to call a halt, but the arbitrator's nature of adhering to the rules prevented her from showing favoritism in front of everyone. She could only watch helplessly as this entertainment program, which seemed to involve illicit sex, unfolded before her eyes.

At this moment, the simple-minded gods and monsters, seeing that Athena, who was a student, had actually subdued their teacher, whom they regarded as a "black demon," with a single blow, cheered her on with howls and screams.

A sinister gaze swept over them, and the chilling aura that seemed to freeze their blood silenced the jubilant Typhon descendants who had been watching the spectacle.

That female fox is utterly shameless!

In the audience, Anna, who looked like a mature woman with purple hair, looked at the figures entangled in the center, her cheeks covered with frost and her pearly teeth grinding.

Samael felt the strange gazes coming from all around him, which almost burned through his snakeskin. He immediately patted the lotus arm that was fixed to his jaw, and the voice squeezed out of his throat was dry and intermittent.

"You brat...that's enough...enough...let go..."

However, Athena, having succeeded, was like a fox who had stolen a chicken. With a smile on her face, she leaned close to her teacher's ear, winked, and whispered something.

"Okay, but you have to promise to spend tonight with me..."

Just as Samael accepted Chiron's treasured wine, the victor in such a contest has the right to claim spoils from the loser.

As the voice finally dropped to nothingness, some words at certain joints became indistinct, and thunderclouds faintly gathered in the sky outside the arena.

Samael broke out in a cold sweat the size of soybeans. With an unyielding spirit, he unleashed his superhuman strength, broke free of his arms, and threw Athena, who was coiled behind him, out of the way.

The goddess of wisdom, adjusting her posture mid-air and landing with a slight pause, remained calm and composed, merely glancing at her teacher with a hint of regret before decisively retreating to her seats in acknowledgment of defeat.

This left Samael, who had been holding back his anger and wanting to teach his adopted daughter a lesson, feeling as if he had punched thin air, and so frustrated he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

I'll deal with you when I get back!

The ancient serpent glared fiercely at Athena, but the goddess of wisdom, who was already immune to such glares, smiled and winked, her cherry lips parting slightly as she silently repeated the key words from before.

You've failed to raise your daughter properly! Can't you just give me a break?

Seeing this, Samael, who had no fatherly authority whatsoever, darkened his face even more, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and complained to himself helplessly.

Just as an eerie atmosphere filled the group, a nymph the size of a dragonfly flew out of the bushes in a panic. Upon seeing the group, she was delighted.

"Oh no! A terrifying poisonous dragon has appeared near my house. Its head is as big as a small mountain, and it has polluted the water around here. All the mushrooms I planted have died."

Upon hearing this, Samael immediately stepped forward with a righteous air and made the announcement.

"Eat quickly! The two groups will work together to eliminate this treacherous poisonous dragon. That's the homework you need to complete independently!"

With a target to shift their focus, the inexplicable pressure gradually dissipated.

The students, who had already regarded the marshland as their own territory, immediately went into preparation mode, working intensively to formulate a strategy and tactics for encirclement from both flanks.

Soon, two spirited teams, led by the nymph fairy, set off towards the waters dominated by the venomous dragon.

Phew! I'm saved!

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing.

"In the blink of an eye, they've all grown up..."

"yes…"

At this moment, Themis, who had watched the children disappear into the jungle, walked over slowly, somewhat moved. The guilty serpent glanced around and echoed her sentiments.

"Her figure is quite well-developed..."

"Um…"

Ok? !