"An adult Venom, in its current full symbiotic form, might actually be able to defeat the injured and weakened Asgardian!" Kyle thought to himself. He clenched his fist, feeling the surge of power within his body. Right now, his pure physical strength was thirteen times that of a human—
Don't underestimate this less than one-third increase. It wasn't just his strength; his physique, speed, sensory perception, and more had all been significantly upgraded!
With Venom's resilient, bulletproof defense and various combat abilities that could take on any form, it perfectly complemented the Super Soldier Physique's balanced offense and defense. He had become a combat-focused lifeform without any reservations!
"Although your appearance is terrifying and gruesome, I've torn apart giant extraterrestrial monsters before. Do you really think a mere human can compare to the gods?" Kratos spoke with authority as he looked at him.
However, his gaze grew deeper and more intense, and a faint divine radiance enveloped his body, exuding a pressure that seemed to surpass all living beings.
Kyle grinned, his crimson eyes gleaming with icy determination. His body radiated a fierce, evil, murderous, and wild aura— an unyielding spirit of battle!
Human or God, he would fight them all! He'd take their lives while risking his own!
*Swoosh!*
The floor shattered and cracked as Kyle suddenly burst forward. He transformed into a blurry black afterimage, launching a furious assault against Kratos.
Currently, his opponent was still in a dazed and injured state from the high-altitude fall. Meanwhile, Kyle was at the peak of his power since Venom's return. There was no reason for him to wait for Kratos to fully recover!
Kratos quickly looked up, and a shimmering highlight of a blade flashed by. Kyle's left arm had completely transformed into a massive blade, with the hilt forming his shoulder. The razor-sharp edge cut through the air as he brought it down swiftly.
Kratos crossed his arms to block the blade's strike. It only managed to break through his skin by a fraction.
However, right after that, Kyle's crimson eyes blinked with a fierce gleam. His free right hand swiftly transformed into a black, sturdy whip. It shot out like a spring, entwining, and binding around Kratos' neck.
The expression on Kratos' face changed slightly as he attempted to reach out and grab the whip. But Kyle wouldn't give him the opportunity to retaliate.
"Aerial Dash!"
Kyle's voice was filled with icy satisfaction as he activated the Aerial Dash skill, causing the chaotic tide of energy beneath his feet to erupt. In an instant, he shot up thirty meters into the air, taking Kratos, who was still entangled by the whip, with him.
"This is payback for earlier!"
As he reached the highest point in mid-air, Kyle forcefully pulled the whip backward as if it were a shoulder throw.
*Bang!*
Kratos was brutally slammed into the arena floor once again, causing his bald head to take another hit, and making him dizzy and disoriented.
"Here we go again!"
Kyle seemed to hold a grudge for what had happened earlier. He glided down, dragging Kratos, who was still struggling to break free from the whip, to the edge of the arena.
Balancing on the edge of the dueling arena's wall, Kyle pulled and swung the whip, suspending Kratos' body in mid-air. He repeatedly smashed him into the floor.
Rocks flew, and dust billowed while the dueling arena trembled slightly under the repeated impacts.
"Oh My Sakarrian, is that really Mr. Kyle?"
Enri and Calvin, seated in the front row of the audience, watched this scene up close, exchanging bewildered glances.
"Will this ever end?"
Inside the dueling arena, Kratos suddenly let out a roar of frustration. His annoyance and anger were evident on his face. In one final tug, he managed to pull Kyle, who was hanging from the arena wall, back towards him.
Kyle reacted swiftly, canceling the left-hand whip's form and gliding low to the ground. He attempted to swiftly pass over Kratos' head.
Kratos crouched down and leaped with astonishing force, closing in on Kyle. His intention was to deliver a powerful punch that would send Kyle flying.
"Claw Form!" Kyle focused, extending three dark claws from his clenched left fist. These claws clashed with Kratos's punch.
*Crack!*
From the tips to the base, the dark claws shattered and crumbled.
"As I thought, trying to block a punch from a god is still too difficult," Kyle sighed in resignation while nursing his painful left arm. He glided away to avoid further attacks.
Inside the dueling arena, Kratos felt even more frustrated. Kyle, in his Venom full symbiotic state, possessed a wide range of attack forms and was exceptionally agile, even capable of short gliding flights.
Without a Divine Weapon, the Asgardians or any other Gods were like birds with broken wings. They had their strength greatly diminished and were unable to fly solely using divine power present in their body.
"I wonder where my divine weapon, my battle axe, is. If only I had my divine weapon…" Kratos gritted his teeth and reluctantly returned to the ground.
Until a few days ago, he had still felt some connection to his damaged battle axe. However, that connection had been abruptly severed. Little did Kratos know that the axe now resided within Kyle's Card Space, becoming a rare and treasured Item Card.
In the subsequent battle, Kyle didn't choose to confront Kratos head-on. Instead, he skillfully used his agility and diverse attack forms to slowly wear down Kratos's divine power and mental strength, like a hunter tormenting its prey.
Kratos, on the other hand, remained undaunted. His divine body was incredibly tough, and with the addition of divine power, his physical resistance to attacks was off the charts. Even Kyle's strongest attacks, like the blade strikes, mostly resulted in superficial wounds.
For a while, neither could gain the upper hand, and their battle turned into an endlessly protracted standoff.
Despite this, the audience in the stands remained on the edge of their seats, captivated by the intense fight in the arena. Their gazes never left the battle for even a fraction of a second.
"If this continues, it won't end…"
Kyle, gliding and dodging Kratos's punches, pondered for a moment. "Is there any combat form I haven't used yet?"
Venom seemed to understand his thoughts and quickly provided a suggestion through their mental link.
"Right, there's that new move."
Kyle took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused. He suspended himself ten meters in the air using his wings, preparing for the forthcoming attack. He tensed his hands, readying them with a hint of nervousness in his heart.
In the next moment, he completely drained all of his strength!
Simultaneously, Venom's corneous membrane, the outer layer of his symbiotic form, emitted a dark, eerie glow, as if it were preparing for something significant.
"What's this new trick?" Kratos sneered when he looked at this. He stomped on the ground and shot up like a cannonball, rapidly closing the gap between him and Kyle in mid-air.
Just as Kratos was about to reach him, Kyle abruptly opened his crimson eyes, which now gleamed fiercely. He looked forward with calm indifference and spoke. "I'm sorry, but the outcome has already been decided!"
*Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh!*
Countless sharp, dark tentacles, each emanating an eerie luster, suddenly burst forth. There were millions of them, radiating outward from Kyle's body at breakneck speed.
It was like a deathly fireworks display from the depths of hell, blooming to its utmost.
Myriad tentacles, ending it all!
(End of this chapter)
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