Clang!
The Cat-Paw Staff collided with Lostvayne once again.
But this ti, things were different. Now that Akira had entered his Assault Mode, his power had surged by an entire magnitude. Even the mighty gods of mythology, after being manifested as Servants, would likely only possess strength on this level. At this mont, Akira was a being who truly commanded that kind of devastating power.
Bang!
Jaguar Man was sent flying backward instantly. Although her hands still gripped the Cat-Paw Staff tightly, her expression had turned grim.
"As expected of a Demon God... you really are incredibly strong."
Despite the setback, Jaguar Man looked at Akira and flashed a "bright" smile. As a God of War, her desire for battle bordered on obsession.
"A battle maniac, huh? Well, I don't hate it," Akira noted.
"Then that's great news! Let's keep this party going, oh mighty Demon God—!"
Bang!
The explosive force from Jaguar Man's leap shattered the ground beneath her feet. Her speed spiked once more. Previously, she had been playing around, but now, she had fully entered her combat state. Even though she wasn't a complete deity in this form, once her fighting spirit was ignited, it beca a life-and-death struggle.
A battle is never decided by who wins, but by who loses. And in a clash between gods, the only way to end it is for one side to fall.
"I don't hate you," Akira said calmly. "But if you want to fight to the death, I won't hesitate to send you to the underworld."
"That's exactly what I'm looking for...!"
Clang!
"Hahaha! Co on! Fight !"
"I'll give you the fight you want."
Bang!
With a swift roundhouse kick, Akira forced Jaguar Man to frantically raise her Cat-Paw Staff to block. Even then, the sheer force of the impact sent her skidding back.
Swoosh!
"Enchantnt: Hellblaze!"
Violet flas clung to the blade of Lostvayne. Having decided to treat this as a serious duel, Akira had no intention of holding back.
Snap!
Lostvayne, wreathed in purple Hellfire, sliced through the Cat-Paw Staff, cleaving the weapon clean in two.
"Ah! My weapon!"
Her weapon was severed. In an instant, the burning battle spirit that had been so fierce was doused like cold water—chilled to the bone. Her excitent vanished imdiately.
Akira, who had just hit his stride in the fight, felt a wave of dissatisfaction at Jaguar Man's sudden change in attitude.
"Hey, you..."
"My weapon is broken! Now what? How am I supposed to fight without a weapon? What do I do, what do I do...?"
The ferocious God of War had disappeared, replaced by a Jaguar Man acting like a panicked mascot. Akira truly didn't know what to say. Are you really a god? This wasn't just a mood swing; it was like she had beco a completely different person.
Snap.
At that mont, the sound of a breaking branch echoed through the clearing. Akira tensed and imdiately turned toward the source, only to be t with a sudden, overwhelming strike.
Bang!
A strange weapon slamd into Akira's side. The massive impact sent him hurtling through the trees.
"My, my... a strange Mister Demon God. How did you end up in my territory?"
A woman stepped out from the shadows with light, graceful steps. Her attire was clearly not from sopotamia.
Quetzalcoatl, the radiant and passionate goddess, had arrived. Drawn by the commotion of the battle with Jaguar Man, she had co to investigate. Though she was a "Good" deity, she was utterly dedicated to combat—a true Goddess of War.
"Naturally, I ca for you," Akira replied, recovering.
"Oh? For ? Don't tell you want to engage in a passionate 'xican Wrestling' match with your Onee-san?"
"If possible, I'd prefer to avoid unnecessary conflict. But for you, that doesn't seem to be an option."
"Yes, you certainly know well."
"Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent of the Three Goddess Alliance... make a contract with . Beco my Servant and fight for ."
"Oh? You want to conquer this Onee-san? I suppose that's fine. This Onee-san does have a soft spot for handso n like you."
Staring at Akira, Quetzalcoatl smiled while lightly covering her lips. The charm of an alluring older-sister figure radiated from her.
The desires Akira had been suppressing suddenly began to churn again. Facing the goddess before him, he felt a powerful urge to 'subdue' her.
"My~ your desires are quite fiery, aren't they? You're making this Onee-san's heart flutter. Do you really want to have that badly?"
Quetzalcoatl spoke with a playful smile. As a goddess, being loved, worshipped, and even desired was perfectly natural to her.
"My apologies. That was my mistake."
"Hehe~ I can see it. There's sothing a bit 'off' about your condition right now. But listen closely, my sweet little brother: the more you suppress those desires, the more terrifying the explosion will be when they finally burst."
"Then, as a goddess, do you intend to help ?"
"I could. This Onee-san doesn't hate handso n. But tell ... do you want to receive my love, or do you want to conquer ?"
She looked at him with a thin smile. Akira was montarily stunned. Was this goddess really this easygoing?
No, it wasn't that she was easygoing. It was that this goddess was a total sucker for a handso face. Had anyone else been standing there, they'd likely be six feet under by now.
"I'm a firm believer in true masculinity. So, let be the one to conquer you, Quetzalcoatl."
"Of course. This Onee-san is looking forward to it, my handso little brother."
"Then, let us fight with our honor as 'gods' on the line. The loser belongs to the winner. No objections, right?"
"None at all. This Onee-san agrees."
Amidst a conversation that sounded almost peaceful, the two had made a lethal pact.
Swoosh!
In an instant, Quetzalcoatl's smiling face turned fierce, her teeth montarily resembling fangs. On the other side, the dark power within Akira began to boil.
Clang!
Gripping her macana-like weapon, Quetzalcoatl closed the distance in a flash, clashing directly with Lostvayne.
One must realize that Quetzalcoatl's physical strength was Rank B, her endurance Rank B, and her agility a staggering B . Among Heroic Spirit Servants, she was firmly in the top tier of power. Not to ntion her EX-Rank Mana and Noble Phantasm, and Luck at Rank A . Her stats were nothing short of extraordinary.
"Yo! This feels pretty good! But in xican Wrestling, defense is everything! You'll have to try harder than that!"
Bang!
A sudden surge of strength erupted from her. Akira was caught off guard and sent flying by the weight of her blow.
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