Duncan bent low, stepping over the wave to leap, behind him, waves towering dozens of meters high seemed 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 meters, like skipping stones thrown upon the water’s surface, something 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 become 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 Prometheus.
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 seemed 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, something enormous locked upon him, dragging him into the seemingly boiling waves below.
The river water surged wildly, as if something underwater stirred a Death Whirlwind, Duncan’s figure submerged beneath the dozens of meters high waves.
The Barbarians in the distance gasped in amazement.
Some wanted to assist.
But Hegel remained motionless, for he knew victory was decided.
Moments later.
An heroic figure soared skyward, one hand wielding the cracked Grandfather’s Battle Blade, the other holding the gruesome 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 seemed 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 gruesome crocodile head, then lifting the Grandfather’s Battle Blade, pointing toward Prometheus 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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