Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 100 A Bright Smile, an Even More Ruthless Beating (9th Update)

Ang secretly made a decision: he would ask Tony to get him a Flash cosplay outfit. Just in case something really went wrong, he could have the Flash take the fall; after all, it was always a good idea to stab the Flash in the back sometimes!

(The Flash: Thank you so much!)

Do it when you think of it.

That evening, Tony received a secret email from Ang, saying he wanted to order a Flash suit and a Gundam suit.

On the surface, it was an exoskeleton mechanical system, but its actual combat power was far inferior to Iron Man's; it was just a cover-up for someone.

For some reason, Tony couldn't help but imagine the scene of the classical Greek beauty he met today wearing an exoskeleton and playing with Ang.

This art style is really quite unconventional.

"That bastard's got some serious tricks up his sleeve!"

Far away.

After Ang explained the matter of the primary and secondary worlds, his discussion with Wonder Woman became somewhat poignant.

"You said you killed Achilles? You used the Achilles' heel?" Diana smiled mysteriously.

Ang was mortified: "Has anyone ever told you that women who are too smart are unlovable to men?"

Wonder Woman shrugged and gave a playful smile: "I can't help it, I spend all my free time in the library since I came to this world. My biggest interest is definitely Greek mythology."

"and then?"

"If I went to Troy, I would most likely have done the same. But you did it better than I expected."

"You flatter me."

"The [Godslayer] power seed I gave you seems to have grown into a towering tree in such a short time!" Diana smiled bitterly, realizing that her own power as the genuine Godslayer hadn't improved at all.

Can Ang say that he rose to prominence through the system?

"How about we test my current strength?" Ang suggested.

"Okay." No matter how much Wonder Woman watched Kratos's battles, she still lacked a direct understanding of Ang's strength. She wanted to know how powerful Ang would be if he didn't use the bloodline of the Olympian gods.

Without further ado, the two ignored the protests of their aunt, who wanted to watch the excitement but didn't want to stay in the hospital to recover, and boarded a private helicopter to fly to a private estate on the island.

A long-lost manor, with ample privacy.

Unless the island is blown up, no one will even glance at it, no matter how much you shout.

In the spacious basement of the villa on the island, Ang, fully equipped with divine gear, stood ready.

Wonder Woman suddenly said, "Doesn't this scene look like Achilles facing my aunt?"

Ang glanced at the scantily clad female warrior and shook his head: "She was dressed very warmly at the time, and it wasn't until he was about to kill her that Achilles realized she was a woman and wanted to marry her."

Diana tilted her head but didn't ask any further questions, as this topic could easily escalate into a heated argument.

She slammed the divine sword, also crafted by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen, against the divine shield, striking a rather classically defiant pose: "Come on!"

Ang went through with it on a whim.

With his 99 points of perception, he could hear the breathing of the wolfhounds at the edge of the villa and easily sense the movement of the air.

Visually, Wonder Woman strikes a pose with such heroic spirit, but for Ang feels as if he is facing an impenetrable fortress wall, which directly suppresses his perception to the limit.

At this moment, Wonder Woman felt to him like an unyielding, towering mountain; her mere presence could stop the wind, and even the rain clouds had to yield their moisture on her slopes.

Ang swallowed hard. Despite being a demigod, he was being suppressed by Wonder Woman's aura.

He began to understand why Wonder Woman was considered a potential challenger to Superman in DC.

Ang was surprised, but Wonder Woman was shocked.

She knew perfectly well that Ang wasn't a descendant of the Greek gods at all. Forget about second or third generation heroes, this guy didn't even have Greek blood.

But in the blink of an eye, the strangely shaped battle blade in Ang's right hand had already reached Diana's head.

Diana glanced at it and immediately understood how powerful the strike was.

It was as if Mount Olympus had collapsed above her head, and the lightning-streaked blades had the force of a thunderbolt crashing down.

Before the knife even arrived, the momentum was already at its peak.

With just this one strike, Diana confirmed that Ang's fusion with the powers of the Greek gods had already reached a level sufficient to overwhelm most of the divine descendants. Most of the second-generation heroes would not be his match.

Despite Ang's powerful and sharp strike, Diana, with her seemingly slender and delicate body, managed to unleash an extremely heavy sword aura.

If it were anyone else, they would have thought that Ang's strike was powerful and unavoidable.

Diana's response was—no need to hide!

She is like that towering mountain that has stood for millions of years, unmoved by wind and rain!

Her movements appeared slow but were actually swift; she raised the shield above her head with perfect precision, revealing only half of her forehead and a pair of eyes as bright as the sun.

"when!"

This was no longer a violent tremor; the shockwave from the clash of sword and shield rippled outwards, shattering all the light bulbs in the basement, along with the glass of the skylights near the ground.

Even though Ang had ordered his bodyguards to stay away beforehand and had the Lance sisters help clear the area, the bodyguards still instinctively raised their guns when they heard the loud bang that sounded like an explosion from afar.

"It's nothing! Have you forgotten Boss's orders?" White Canary shouted sternly.

Louis, wiping his sweat and calming his bewildered bodyguards, muttered under his breath when no one was looking, "God! What the hell am I protecting?"

With such a tough guy, who's protecting whom?

Louis made up his mind that he would take whatever Ang gave him from now on and would never mention a raise.

With an employer like that, there's really no sense of accomplishment for a bodyguard.

The fierce battle continues in the basement.

Diana blocked Ang's first attack with her shield, and her counterattack arrived as expected.

However, her thrusting Vulcan sword was deflected by Ang using Hector, one of the twin swords in his left hand.

Swords clashed, sending sparks flying. These were no ordinary sparks; they possessed divine power. Just the mere sight of these sparks made Ang feel the elements in the surrounding atmosphere cry out in alarm, instinctively fleeing the battlefield.

This clash is not over yet.

Wonder Woman's biceps, which didn't look exaggerated, bulged slightly, and Ang immediately felt her increasing the pressure on his hands. Even with his strength of over 230 points after putting on Kratos's suit, he couldn't withstand it.

His waist immediately and instinctively bent backward.

As the saying goes, the brighter the smile, the harder the beating.

Diana showed an appreciative expression, and then... raised the stakes!

At first, it was like being run over by a tank, but in the end, it was like Diana filming his yacht and sending it crashing into his face.

The overwhelming force intensified inch by inch until Ang found himself with nowhere to retreat or dodge, and was then sent flying.

"Thump—" Twenty meters away, he left a huge human figure on the wall.

(End of this chapter)