Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

"Does obedience truly earn you the favor of the gods, son of Zeus? Has your life been made wonderful by your obedience and compliance?"

“You are still a slave to your brother Eurystheus, even though you should be the king of Mycenae. You were deceived by the gods and killed your wife and children, yet you still have to atone for your sins in order to be forgiven by the gods.”

"Tell me, is this the good thing you get in return for your obedience? Where is the fighter who initially rebelled for all the oppressed? Is it only because they are gods that you dare not rebel?"

Tsurugi's words were like sharp blades piercing Hercules's heart, tearing open the wounds that had been gradually healing with time.

"Ignorant and arrogant young man!" Hercules coldly appraised the young hero before him, then said...

"Put down the child in your arms and come to fight me. Isn't this what you've always been pursuing?"

"Ha, that's more like it." Tsurugi put Medea down, patted her little head to make her stand still, and the young Princess Colkis blinked, waved her hand, and cheered for her brother in her childish voice.

"Go for it, brother! Beat him! You're the strongest!"

What an innocent girl! The other heroes who were lying on the ground thought to themselves. Who was her opponent? The invincible Hercules!

No one believed that the Son of the Sun would win, even though he had just easily defeated a god—but defeating a god was nothing compared to Hercules.

"Aren't you going to pick up a weapon?" Hercules, gripping an indestructible oak club, frowned as he looked at the unarmed Tsurugi.

"I never use weapons," Tsugumi declared proudly, her hands clasped behind her back.

"I am the strongest weapon myself, why should I use these impure external things!"

Upon hearing this, Hercules also dropped his oak club and raised his hands, which were covered with scars and calluses.

A proud and noble hero would never want to gain an advantage in weaponry; if it's a contest of strength, then so be it.

The next moment, Hercules pounced on the Thrush like a swift lightning bolt!

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735. The episode that most respects Hercules

"The young son of the sun, confident in his invincible power, made an irrational decision—to wrestle with Zeus's son, the future Hercules."

"Looking at all of Greece, if one were to choose a word to represent a number among the gods, it would be Zeus. And if one were to choose among the heroes, it would undoubtedly be Heracles!"

"Perhaps demigods do not possess the power and might of gods, so Hercules could not truly defeat an immortal god. But if it is simply a contest of strength, Hercules, who once forced Ares to retreat, is undoubtedly tyrannical and powerful."

"To abandon all advantages and wrestle with Hercules—the only words to describe the young Son of the Sun are recklessness and folly. But perhaps it was the poison of the Sea of ​​Milk that had taken hold during his meditation..."

Homer's aged voice echoed in Tsurugi's mind, still emanating from an unknown source and from an unknown person.

"Oh, shut up, old man!" Tsurugi rolled his eyes and said irritably in his mind. How come he didn't know any of this?

To challenge Hercules in a contest of strength was indeed a foolish choice, but—that's precisely why he was going to try.

After all, the Hercules before him was not the powerless being on the moon who only deserved to be ridiculed, but the true first hero from the mythological world.

Just like Sun Wukong in Eastern mythology—he may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the most famous and an absolute gold standard.

Being able to compete in strength with such a strong person is truly worth it, even if it costs you your life!

Does being a Hercules mean you can't compete with him in strength? That's a pathetic mindset! Besides, as Superman, I'm not afraid of him when it comes to numbers!

boom!!!

It was clearly just the sound of four hands overlapping, but at the moment they collided, it sounded like a thunderclap descending over the country!

Tsurugi and Hercules, their four hands overlapping, each stood on the ground, exerting their strength together.

As time ticked by, they maintained the same posture.

But the ground beneath their feet had begun to crumble in large patches. King Oenius cried out and ordered his guards to quickly move the fallen heroes away, lest they die here without knowing why.

They were far away, but even from that distance, they could still feel the terrifying destructive power emanating from the scene of the struggle.

"You are indeed very strong."

Hercules looked at Tsurugi, who was of similar skill to himself, and said with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

He was genuinely surprised, because from birth until now, the only human being who could rival his strength was the person standing before him.

This realization did not evoke any negative emotions in Hercules; on the contrary, he felt only joy and delight!

"Then how about we throw away all the formalities?" Tsurugi looked at Hercules and gave him a hearty smile.

“I understand you, I know. We live in a world made of paper. Everything is so fragile. If we’re not careful, the fragile people can be killed like straws.”

"He understands me!" Hercules thought to himself, just as he had said, how fragile the place where they lived was!

As a child, Hercules accidentally killed his teacher while defying him. How many more times in his life did he inadvertently lose control of his strength and cause trouble?

His immense and invincible power was the secret to his dominance over all of Greece, but it also became a crucial part of his unfortunate fate.

He had long since grown accustomed to the constraints of his power, but today, he had encountered an opportunity to unleash it to his fullest potential!

The other party, like himself, had been troubled by the lack of an opportunity to test their strength!

Ha, how could I possibly miss that?!

war!!!

There's no need for men to waste time saying anything unnecessary.

All you need to do is enjoy the thrill of battle!

They simultaneously withdrew their hands and then threw punches at the same time. Tsurugi's right fist struck Hercules' left cheek, while Hercules' left fist struck Tsurugi's right cheek!

Simple and unadorned, just numbers!

In the next instant, they were both sent flying. One fell into the sea, while the other crashed through a mountain peak!

After they each flew away, the sound of the cross-attack spread through the air, and the thunderous sound made the onlookers in the distance cover their ears in horror.

"Hahahaha, that's awesome, come on!!!"

The Son of the Sun burst forth from the sea with a maniacal laugh, soaring into the sky like an arrow, and then charging with all his might toward Hercules, who had risen to his feet on the ground!

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Hercules laughed and lifted up the hills that were as big as small mountains next to him, and threw them at the Son of the Sun who had returned to the sky like shot puts!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five times in a row, the Son of the Sun smashed through the flying hill as effortlessly as if it were breaking through white clouds, its speed almost unaffected, and it met the hero on the ground once again.

Hercules also laughed and jumped up, swinging his fist to collide with the thrush in mid-air!

Fists collided with fists, exploding once again. The earth was almost completely turned upside down by their battle, and the ocean trembled and roared!

How could such a grand battle not alarm the gods?

Above the clouds, a beautiful and valiant goddess, carrying a silver-white hunting bow, dressed in emerald green hunting attire, and with long, equally emerald green hair, looked down with a conflicted expression.

Without a doubt, given this time and this attire, she could only be Artemis, the Olympian goddess of the hunt.

As the protector of Calydon, Artemis had been watching the entire contest from beginning to end, since the first archery match was essentially a sacrifice offered to her, the goddess.

Although she didn't think much of it, things changed with Dongjiang's sudden interference.

Is Artemis a generous goddess? Haha, don't be silly, your sister is laughing.

Although the Olympian gods were generally stingy, Artemis was undoubtedly one of the best among them.

She would unleash her divine boar to wreak havoc on the Calydonians without hesitation if Oeneus accidentally forgot to offer a sacrifice. Furthermore, ten thousand years in the future, Agamemnon would accidentally kill his prey during a hunt, causing a storm to rise at sea and attack his fleet.

So even though she wasn't interested in the festival, seeing someone disturb her celebration didn't stop her from getting angry.

But just before Artemis was about to unleash divine punishment, someone stopped her.

The person who stopped her stood before her, with a similar but more handsome face, golden hair, a white dress, and carrying a golden bow and arrow.

"Apollo, why are you stopping me?" Artemis said, displeased.

“Because you can’t do that, sister,” Apollo said in a voice as beautiful as a song.

"That son of Zeus is someone the Queen of the Goddess wants to deal with; you mustn't overstep your bounds. As for the other one... he's the one I've set my sights on!"

Apollo's golden eyes shone with a passionate light, an intensity he had never felt before.

"Him? Really?"

Artemis first glanced at her brother with disdain; as a goddess, Artemis was indeed insensitive to such feelings.

“He is the son of Helios, and your relationship with Helios is very tense.”

"Really? Sister, take another look," Apollo said with a smile.

“He is not a crude son of the Titans.”

Strangely, for some reason, Artemis felt a strange joy as she watched the boy fighting with Heracles.

It was as if I had some inexplicable connection with him.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed as Apollo had said: the boy was constantly absorbing what appeared to be power from the sun, but it was not the power of Helios, the sun god.

The sun in Greek mythology was not a product of nuclear fusion, but rather a sphere brought to the world by the power of Helios, which he dragged up.

Its essence is the form that the primordial sun Hyperion took after completely losing itself following the Titan War. It is the manifestation of the power of the sky and the god of light, and can be said to be the greatest carrier of light! But because of this, its light should be primordial and violent!

"Rather than calling him the son of the sun, it's more accurate to say he's the son of light—the son of tomorrow!"

The handsome Apollo stroked his lute, gazing with rapturous admiration at the superhuman walking in the sky, his eyes filled with an intense desire to possess him.

He was neither a god, nor a Titan, nor a monster with the corrupt power of Tartarus, yet he seemed like a perfect child born of light, and the radiance of the entire world showered upon him.

And even Apollo, whose nature is light, is no exception.

This irresistible charm even surpassed the pursuit of mere physical appearance; for Apollo, he was determined to have this 'Karl El'.

This is why Apollo didn't blame Tsurugi after he beat up his priest—in fact, it was because Apollo revived his priest and made sarcastic remarks to Tsurugi that Tsurugi got a beating.

"So, sister, Artemis, please give me some face and let's pretend we don't see this for now."

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"Then let's have a contest, brother! Let's use him as our prey and see who can make him become our envoy without any complaints!"

Apollo frowned slightly. He wanted to tell Artemis not to cause trouble, but after seeing her eyes filled with hunting desire, Apollo knew that it would be useless to say anything.

Beneath the clouds, the battle between Tsurugi and Hercules had reached a fever pitch.

Their terrifying strength caused the entire land of Arcadia to tremble continuously, animals fled in terror, plants fell in large numbers, and buildings collapsed as a result.