Duncan glanced at the barbarians, then at Hegel, silently ntioning ’Grandfather’.
The barbarians suddenly beca excited.
Hegel turned his head to look at Duncan, surprisingly showing a hint of emotion.
This is the first clash between Divine Sons.
He could not back down!
The opponent’s expression was too provocative, and if he backed down now, the God of Strength, Kod, might also be displeased.
"Barbarian..."
The young man on the golden chariot smirked mockingly, raising his hand casually to command, "If they won’t move, then crush them."
A group of barbarians.
He seed to suddenly find amusent, wanting to show Hegel a lesson, as ordinary low dwellers couldn’t capture his interest anymore.
"This guy reminds of soone."
"Gilgash!"
Duncan’s temper was generally good, at least as long as he wasn’t cutting soone, he was reasonable and calm.
Only Gilgash and the extrely arrogant son of the Golden King before him could make him want to unleash a beating. In the slang of a past life, this guy was arrogant like an unabashed fool.
But Gilgash was a dispossessed dog, unlike the person before him.
A heavy sound of footsteps echoed.
As that arrogant young man rose, the giant elephant in front began to step forward. Its size was approaching that of a mammoth elephant, such enormous creatures frightened nearby commoners into fleeing, while the Golden Battle Group’s guards took aim, gripping their weapons cautiously as Barbarian warriors were foes even they must treat with solemnity.
Grandfather touched ground.
The gleaming axe blade sliced through the stone slabs, sparks flying, but the crowd of barbarians stood their ground, eager and restive.
Their simple brains could not begin to fathom the current situation.
But when it ca to fighting, they never hesitated.
Upon Duncan and Hegel, the ’Gods’ Gaze of Furious Spirits’ mark simultaneously glowed faintly, suggesting that the Divine Spirits might very well be watching them.
Hegel took a step forward.
Facing the giant elephant advancing head-on, he approached with bare hands, letting out a shout, jumping up to grab its tusks forcefully, and with a dull thud, this enormous beast was subdued by sheer Barbaric Power, its mountain-like fra staggering, causing its forelegs to involuntarily kneel.
The surrounding area was in an uproar!
This mammoth elephant was subjugated by Hegel’s Barbaric Power, the terrifying force shattering the stone slabs, almost flipping the golden chariot behind it, where a beautiful dancing girl scread, and the arrogant young man’s face changed drastically, standing up in rage.
Roar!
From behind the Golden Battle Group, an exceptionally majestic golden lion leaped forth. Standing approximately two to three ters at the shoulder and nearly ten ters long, this ancient beast of prey roared, clearing over ten ters as it leapt over the Golden Battle Group, seemingly intent on attacking Hegel who was suppressing the giant elephant.
At that mont, Duncan silently stepped forward!
Bang.
A clean, swift punch.
The majestic golden lion let out a wail amid a resounding crash, felled by Duncan’s punch, followed by Duncan’s figure jumping up, stomping on the lion’s head, forcing it onto the ground, echoing a big cat-like lant.
As for Hegel, he might casually thrash around normally, but faced with outsiders, sorry, they were all barbarians.
"Calm down! Big cat!"
Grandfather glead with bloody cold light beneath the sun, as Duncan nonchalantly set Grandfather down, resting it on the gold lion’s neck, causing it to instantly beco compliant, whimpering softly without daring to struggle further.
What nonsense about the Golden King’s offspring!
The King of Kings is here.
Hegel then turned back, looking at Duncan beside him, exchanging a glance that signified mutual understanding.
This was a clash of heroes from the Mythical Era!
They absolutely couldn’t lose face.
At this mont.
Hegel held the tusks and felled the mammoth elephant before him, while Duncan stomped on the powerful golden lion, lifting the heavy Grandfather onto his shoulder with a proud gaze fixed on the flustered son of the Golden King rising before them.
A Legendary Hero from the Northern Land, a King of Kings descending in human form!
In the streets of the Golden City.
Though it was a bright day with shining sun, the haughty young man couldn’t help but feel a daunting pressure.
The barbarians around had already drawn weapons, forming a battle formation sowhat reminiscent of Roman warriors.
Crete grasping a Dwarf heavy shield in one hand, Skull Shattering Warhamr in the other, ready to defend against enemy arrows and spears at any mont.
Life or death, no fear, just do it!
Once frenzy kicks in.
They would boldly attempt to chop a Divine Spirit with an axe.
"Stop!"
At that mont, an elderly man dressed as a priest hurried over, ordering the golden guards to sheathe their weapons, then solemnly gazing at the haughty man atop the golden chariot, in a serious tone, "Today is the festival dedicated to the great Horus, do you intend to cause trouble now?"
In this era.
The only thing capable of challenging kingship is likely to be divine authority.
The haughty young man’s eyes narrowed ominously, first locked onto Hegel, then swept Duncan with a cold snort and gestured, "Put away the weapons."
At this mont, Duncan also retracted Grandfather while Hegel released the giant elephant in front of him.
A strong dragon does not suppress local snakes.
Despite the apparent trouble-seeking of the opponent, that was debatable.
A group of barbarians cleared the road.
The extrely luxurious golden chariot slowly passed by, and as the golden lion passed, Duncan glanced while holding Grandfather, causing the giant lion to imdiately whimper and run away with its tail between its legs.
As for other barbarians, they were eyeing thighs, chests, and rears, not looking would be a waste, as the scantily dressed dancing girls incited delight within them.
A coarse phrase: Want to sleep.
Only after the opponent left did Hegel turn around, whispering, "Did I stir up trouble?"
On entering the city, Duncan repeatedly warned them not to stir up trouble.
"No."
Duncan patted Hegel’s shoulder, smiling, "Causing trouble and others deliberately causing trouble are two different things."
Hegel seed to partially comprehend, but still felt touched.
It’s insane!
Wanting to inexplicably show them a defeat.
Duncan could be irritable too, that son of the Golden King clearly sought trouble, all were Mythical Era figures, who feared who!
On Hegel, the mark of the God of Strength was glowing.
In this situation, they definitely couldn’t back down.
A group of barbarians casually found an inn, where Hegel called Crete over, whispering, "Find a chance in the next two days to settle the matter. Quinn is genuinely very angry."
Normally Duncan is the most rational, reasoned.
Today he felled that mighty golden lion with a punch, making Hegel sense his great anger and heavy killing intent.
Surely, it was that witch Gleya who started it, yet doesn’t put it out, having simred all the way.
The barbarians’ train of thought was simply that.
Not long after.
Crete excitedly returned, Hegel thought he had swiftly found a beautiful woman, but didn’t expect him to exclaim excitedly, "There’s an arena here! A very, very large coliseum!"
"They’re holding a gladiator festival dedicated to the gods."
Hegel, upon hearing this, put aside finding a woman, excitedly asking, "Really?"
The God of Strength, Kod, also doubles as the God of Competition.
Barbarians on the global pursuit of glory, favored participating in local competitive gladiator fights, even joining the Ogre fortress’s Cage of Blood.
This was the easiest way to attract the gaze of Furious Gods.
Champion!
Seizing the champion title of the arena, presented to the great God of Competition!
The Furious Gods relish the barbarians slaying and posturing worldwide, even in monster’s disorderly gladiator pits, they’d cast their gaze.
The glory lay before them.
Hegel was already eager for action.
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