The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 613 God of War
It is too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost. Not everyone understands the principle of being prepared for danger in times of peace, especially for a naturally strong being like Hyperion. Sometimes it is not a good thing to gain power too easily.

Seeing Yang Le coming back to him regardless of being weakened, Hyperion couldn't help but feel a little alert.

Even though he is obviously weakened, he still rushes straight towards the enemy. This person is either a brainless reckless man or he has something to rely on.

Hyperion would rather believe that his enemy was the latter. He didn't think there would be such a stupid person, so even if he had the upper hand temporarily, he still didn't act rashly, but dodged Yang Le's charge.

Although he dodged the attack, Hyperion's atomic beam did not stop. The orange-yellow energy burst out again, and this time the target was exactly at the back of Yang Le.

If this move was successfully used, even Hyperion himself would have to lie on the ground for half a day. If the opponent was just a brainless reckless man, he was confident that he could defeat the opponent directly with this move.

But how could Yang Leyou let him have his way? Based on the abilities he had previously demonstrated, coupled with his human appearance, it was clear that the alien hero Yang Le had transformed into was none other than the Aesir, one of the most powerful races in the Marvel Universe.

Moreover, because Yang Le's Aesir genes come from Thor, the god of thunder, the Aesir he transformed into has powerful strength and terrifying potential far beyond that of other gods.

For example, the thunder he just displayed is the embodiment of Thor's power, which can be regarded as a genetic inheritance, and thunder often does not act alone.

Yang Le turned around suddenly and threw a punch at the incoming ray of light. This punch stirred the atmosphere, and in the blink of an eye, a rotating wind wall formed in front of Yang Le.

The wind wall with divine power had substance and blocked Hyperion's invincible atomic rays. However, the collision of two powerful forces would obviously not be peaceful, and the muffled sound like thunder was the best proof of this.

"Boom!"

Speaking of thunder and lightning, several bolts of lightning really fell from the sky. Each bolt of lightning fell close to Yang Le's body, making people feel nervous.

But Yang Le was not distracted at all. The lightning that struck from the sky felt familiar to him. These forces of nature would only help him rather than threaten him.

Of course, if there is a more powerful lightning user, he can also be harmed by lightning. Yes, I am talking about Thor. After all, controlling lightning is his authority. Yang Le is just borrowing it temporarily because of his genes.

The things he received were not so easy to use after all. Maybe he should try them out in his own godhead.

"Whoo~"

Hyperion looked vigilantly at Yang Le who was hovering not far away. For some reason, the sky, which was originally thundering and covered with dark clouds, suddenly calmed down, as if the previous scene of natural disaster was just his illusion.

Of course, Hyperion knew this was impossible. He understood that this was just the calm before the storm and the real battle had just begun.

"Now, let's get started on round two."

Yang Le suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, several lightning bolts struck down instantly, but they were not aimed at anyone, but fell aimlessly and rhythmically in the air.

Why? Why not just attack with lightning like before?
Hyperion's heart was full of doubts, but at this time Yang Le moved. When the former had not figured out the previous problem, the real trouble had already come to him.

"Because that's the drumbeat that announces the start of war!"

After he finished speaking, Yang Le's fist had already hit Hyperion's face firmly. The force of this punch was more terrifying than the thunder in the sky.

"boom!"

The sound of thunder and the sound of a fist hitting the target rang out at the same time. Hyperion, who was flying backwards, could no longer tell which sound was louder. He only knew that he had to adjust his posture because Yang Le's next attack was coming.

Storm transformed into Yang Le's warhorse, carrying Yang Le and catching up with the flying Hyperion, still looking unyielding.

Hyperion roared, and an orange light broke through the clouds, igniting the atmosphere as if a second sun was rising on the earth.

Faced with this world-changing blow, Yang Le simply raised his right hand and shouted.

"Someone come and help me!"

"Boom!"

A loud thunder responded to Yang Le's call, and the white lightning struck directly on the palm of Yang Le's right hand. Yang Le felt something and immediately closed his five fingers and held it tightly in his palm.

"Drink!"

Yang Le gathered his energy into his dantian, and swung his right hand, which was holding the lightning, towards the incoming ray. The thick lightning was gradually stretched and deformed in the air, and it vaguely turned into the shape of an axe.

"boom!"

The collision of two overwhelming forces blasted the dark sky into a cloudless one, but it was only for a moment. When the storm subsided, more dark clouds came back again.

Opening his palm, Yang Le let the little bit of lightning left in his hand dissipate. He was not going to give Hyperion a chance to breathe. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the dark cloud that had just spread over.

He raised his left hand forward, and the dark cloud in his hand began to deform. As Yang Le placed his right hand on the dark cloud, Hyperion finally saw that the dark cloud had turned into something like a bow.

With his right hand, Yang Le picked up a wisp of dark cloud and pulled the bowstring to its full extent. The rumbling thunder was heard continuously for a while.

"boom!"

Yang Le released the bowstring, and several lightning bolts turned into arrows, scattered from the dark clouds, and struck Hyperion together.

Hyperion dodged several bolts of lightning with his quick movements, but there were some that he had no time to dodge, so he could only smash them with his fists. Feeling the burning pain and numbness in his hands, Hyperion was in great pain.

"It's not over yet!"

Yang Le reached out casually again, and the storm carrying him was held in his hand. These constantly rotating strong winds turned into a long weapon in an unreasonable form.

As Yang Le's wrist moved, the storm lashed towards Hyperion like a whip, so fast that he couldn't even react.

"Tear!"

Hyperion looked at the torn shirt. The power of the wind was far beyond his expectations. It should be said that the power of nature was increased several times in Yang Le's hands.

Ordinary thunder cannot hurt Hyperion, this is a truth he understood when he was six years old, but what happened at this time was contrary to the cognition he had developed over the past ten years.

"What the hell are you?"

In the distance, Yang Le, riding on a storm, covered in thunder and surrounded by dark clouds, stared coldly at Hyperion, who was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)