Duncan raised his heavy Grandfather’s Battle Axe, pointing it at the enemy before him, the waves seemingly as flat as the ground, his figure rising and falling with the tides.
Not far away, the expression of Fayoum gradually grew solemn.
An intuition of a Warrior told him that the man in front of him was harder to deal with than Hegel.
He could dive underwater.
This was advantageous for him, but this was a Mythical Battle, and he yearned more to defeat his enemy upon the water’s surface, allowing thousands to witness, and even more to deter the enemy.
Roar!
A battle cry.
Duncan directly activated the primal Frenzy, the mark of the Lady of Fury glowed, and the surrounding waves spread out like shock waves, with a muffled thud, the water surface was shattered like fluid mud, a massive pit appeared beneath Duncan’s feet, waves several ters high spread to both sides, while his figure leapt forward, crossing dozens of ters, executing a Jump Slash aid at Fayoum’s head.
In an instant.
Fayoum, not far away, his face changed drastically, spectators saw the excitent, insiders saw the doorway; he didn’t know how skilled Duncan’s Combat Skills were, but there was no doubt that the enemy’s physique was exaggerated!
Clang!
Sparks burst forth.
The chosen of the Crocodile God tried to parry, this straightforward attack had to either be dodged or parried, he didn’t want to dodge and could only withstand the impact.
Boom!
The water surface exploded with waves over ten ters high.
Not to ntion the nearby Barbarians, even across the river, the Divine Sons and Divine Descendants’ expressions turned serious, Duncan’s exhibition of Barbaric Power was excessive, and the aftershocks of a casual strike seed like a bomb had been detonated underwater.
Fayoum’s half body was pressed underwater by Duncan; this was his Domain, the flowing river tried to lift him, but to no avail.
Because the ocean’s waves roared!
Two Divine Powers constantly clashed and canceled each other out, although the Lady of Fury’s Divine Power was stronger; the Crocodile God was the river god of this great river, in the ho field Domain, it wasn’t that easy to be defeated, let alone that in Myths he possessed four tis the Divine Power.
At this mont, Duncan wasn’t just facing a chosen one. Behind Fayoum, under the God’s-eye view of the Dinsion Space, his figure transford into an enormous semi-human, semi-crocodile creature.
——Death Whirlwind.
This was a Legendary Combat Skill similar to Helical Slash, the Death Whirlwind stirred by Fayoum was like a storm, surprisingly reversing to suppress Duncan, intending to overwhelm him with fierce assaults.
Hegel had suffered like this.
Even when beseeching Divine Power, he couldn’t withstand the foe, as his Combat Skills hadn’t fully matured.
A heavy sword has no edge, great skill seems clumsy.
This chosen of the Crocodile God indeed achieved this, the enormous Blade of Death in his hand, seemingly incomparably heavy, yet always extending ceaselessly like a mighty river, the torrential assault giving the enemy no respite.
This was surely beyond Master Level Combat Skills.
For the first ti, Duncan was suppressed in Combat Skills, but he didn’t lose to a Mortal, he lost to the Crocodile God, the opponent was already possessed by the will of a Divine Spirit.
Thus it could only be power versus power!
Duncan parried one round of assaults, then opted to confront head-on, the Power of Giants was fully unleashed, his pupils at so point transford into slit dragon eyes, this was the Dragon Bloodline being activated too.
Dragon of the Northern Land.
At that mont, the Furious Gods seed to whisper among themselves, asking who once bedded a Northern Land Dragon during the Mythical Era.
Finally, the eyes of the gods turned to the God of Strength, Kod.
Yet the God of Strength remained silent, seemingly reminiscing, he indeed bedded many strong giantesses, but dragons, he seed to lack mories.
Perhaps during the Mythical Era, so Barbarian Hero took all cors, even sleeping with the Northern Land Dragon.
In this era, dragons are indeed few in number.
Clang!
Among the burst of sparks.
The blade of the Grandfather’s Battle Axe chipped, Duncan’s expression remained unchanged, directly reaching skyward with a grasp, a mont later wind and cloud surged, the Divine Power of the Lady of Fury transford into a lightning bolt descending from the heavens.
Rumble!
Countless electric serpents danced wildly on the water surface, amid the exploding waves, Fayoum’s figure was transforming too, from a wild human form to an enormous creature like a semi-human, semi-crocodile.
——Transformation Technique.
Unlike later Transformation Techniques, Transformation Techniques in the Mythical Era were to be closer to the image of gods.
It indeed had another na, called ’Divine Visage’.
Blood flowed.
Fayoum’s massive form staggered, right shoulder cleaved open, the heavy armored skin couldn’t stop it, Duncan’s figure resembled an ancient Barbarian Race Hero, holding the Grandfather’s Battle Axe in one hand, while clutching the Thunder Spear transford from Divine Power in the other.
Titan’s Grasp.
Frenzy Grasp.
Dual weapon combat.
Whatever you call it, this was a trademark ability of the Barbarians, only they could easily wield two two-handed heavy weapons simultaneously.
Duncan bent low, stepping over the wave to leap, behind him, waves towering dozens of ters high seed to form a flood tsunami.
His assault grew fiercer, ice-blue slit dragon eyes gradually turned to blood-red; this was the primal fury externally surpassing the Dragon Bloodline.
Bang!
The Crocodile God’s chosen was directly knocked flying tens of ters, like skipping stones thrown upon the water’s surface, sothing children often played with as kids.
This terrifying Barbaric Power, even the gods inwardly flinched, far exceeding the limits of Mortals, moves as devastating as natural calamities.
When did Quinn beco so mighty?
Hegel was amazed.
He suddenly recalled that after the first Grand Arena Ritual, in the subsequent rituals, Quinn never frenzied again.
They had never truly faced a rage-empowered Quinn.
"Primal Warrior!..."
"Titan’s Power!..."
A divine-looking figure whispered behind Protheus.
Now, Duncan resembled Heracles more than Hegel, that mythic hero who aided Zeus in defeating the Titan Giants atop Mount Olympus.
The power of the King of Deep Sea Giants didn’t let Duncan break through the critical point, but once his primal fury was unleashed, he was already the Titan’s Power.
The entire river course of the Nepalet was cleaved in two by Duncan’s swing of the Grandfather’s Battle Axe.
The great river slashed apart!
The river flowed backwards!
Duncan astonishingly split the great river before him, leaving the Crocodile God’s chosen hidden within nowhere to hide, then the thunder spear in his hand was reversed and thrown, in an instant the lightning pierced the sky, the Divine Power Bar drained swiftly, the Lady of Fury seed to roar too, on the projection page, behind the human form appeared the silhouette of the Lady of Fury.
Rumble!
Blood surged in the boiling waves, Duncan’s figure tread upon the waves, when a crocodile-like tail appeared suddenly, sothing enormous locked upon him, dragging him into the seemingly boiling waves below.
The river water surged wildly, as if sothing underwater stirred a Death Whirlwind, Duncan’s figure subrged beneath the dozens of ters high waves.
The Barbarians in the distance gasped in amazent.
So wanted to assist.
But Hegel remained motionless, for he knew victory was decided.
Monts later.
An heroic figure soared skyward, one hand wielding the cracked Grandfather’s Battle Blade, the other holding the grueso crocodile head, landing again upon the vast swell of the great river, the surrounding currents surged, as if forming a throne to lift him, far above the riverbank, as if the Lady of Fury held up her beloved chosen, lifting him as the Barbarian King!
The Lady of Fury rejoiced!
Her laughter seed to form a tsunami flood over the great river, the surging waves blotted out the sky, but didn’t affect Duncan’s mythical return-like visage, he stood upon the throne-like waves, discarding the grueso crocodile head, then lifting the Grandfather’s Battle Blade, pointing toward Protheus afar.
Duncan expressionless, murderous intent brimming, slowly spoke: "Next!"
Since this is a Mythical Battle.
Then let the Furious Gods see delight, see satisfaction, he intended here to begin a massacre.
The Lady of Fury rejoiced, rejoiced, rejoiced!!!
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