Raised arm, elbow leading;
Twisted body, knee lifted...
Simple movements on the figure of the [God of Death] opposite him also revealed myriad variations, as each rotten decay was magically transformed, fending off Hercules's attacks time after time.
It was a transcendental comprehension, a formidable battle instinct.
With heart, body, and technique perfectly combined, an endless martial refinement was displayed.
"Clang!"
After another clash, Hercules, pushed back, realized he had unknowingly retreated to the grave of his close friend Admetos, his face looking extremely somber.
This guy is strong!
One could say he was the toughest opponent he had encountered since he left home to undergo trials!
Are the Death Gods of the Netherworld this troublesome?
"Is that all you've got?" The dark figure across from him sneered, tauntingly murmuring, "It seems I need to give you some motivation."
