That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"A fierce tiger climbs the mountain!"

Using the elbow as a spear and the arm as a frame, rotate the body in coordination with internal breathing, and concentrate the fierce force into a single point.

Hall once witnessed the most powerful and fierce martial arts technique – Wu Er Da, a martial art technique that had been cultivated to its ultimate level and sublimated into a treasure by the Bajiquan master Li Shuwen.

Even a clumsy imitation is enough to demonstrate its fame.

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, opened his eyes wide with childlike excitement: "Big sister, I am so moved. Such enthusiasm, such passion, I must accept it."

boom!

The most powerful and fierce divine spear struck the arms of Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, causing the ground within a radius of tens of meters to collapse. The explosive magic stirred up a hot wind, and the forest area was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The punch that shook the world slightly tore through the protection of power and divinity, causing it to retreat half a step.

"Damn it, the powers, divinity, and cheat codes of gods in the Age of Gods were no different."

Hall felt bitter. The Demon Eye had foreseen this outcome. Even if this punch had been delivered by Bajiquan master Li Shuwen, the result would have been similar, the only difference being whether he would have taken a half step or a full step back.

Despite feeling discouraged, his hands moved quickly, his fists combined with his footwork and breathing to launch a fierce and relentless attack. His powerful punches were thrown out without regard for the cost, and the resulting gusts of wind crushed the ground.

Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!

shoulder.

arm.

hand.

腹。

head.

Each move was aimed at vital points, briefly suppressing Quetzalcoatl.

"enthusiasm!"

"determination!"

"powerful!"

“That’s right, it’s this kind of punch that can make me feel pain.” Quetzalcoatl enjoyed it immensely, still having energy left to spare under Hall’s fierce onslaught.

呲味~

Hall's body turned an abnormal crimson, his skin was burned, and his muscles were subjected to the effects of the sun's power, which he could only grit his teeth and endure.

This was not an attack by Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, but rather the influence of power that one must bear for offending divine authority—in short, the Sunfire Armor.

At this point, the spirit origin of most Servants would be burned away by the power of the main god.

"I can't be the only one enjoying this!"

Quetzalcoatl suddenly spread her arms and pounced on Hall, ignoring his attack. Her power and divinity formed a solar gale that enveloped her body.

Looking at the gentle and kind smile on her face, Hall couldn't feel happy at all. If he got caught, he was doomed! Who the hell could withstand an Earth slam! Moreover, due to the power of his authority, dodging was almost impossible.

Fight!

Hall immediately shifted his stance, advancing instead of retreating. As he shattered the ground with one foot, the power he had been accumulating in his body gathered at his waist, and the magic and force were transmitted to his shoulders, launching him like a cannonball.

"Huh?" Quetzalcoatl looked at Hall approaching him in surprise.

Iron Mountain Lean!

boom!

Hall's shoulder slammed heavily into the delicate body of Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god.

Damn! That's hard!

As always, it felt like crashing into a mountain of steel. Quetzalcoatl remained unmoved, while Hall felt as if his entire body was falling apart, his bones shattering, and his magical energy and breathing becoming briefly chaotic.

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, would certainly not miss such a golden opportunity.

"Gotcha!"

Hall heard a voice that was light and cheerful yet strangely accented. When he came to his senses, his body was already firmly controlled by arms as strong as steel.

Finished!

The scorching heat seeped into my body through my mouth, nose, and the skin it touched, as if I were being roasted on the surface of the sun. My blood boiled, my muscles carbonized, and every cell was being burned away by the heat.

The body felt an extreme cold, an illusion caused by the super-high temperature; the power of the sun's energy was still burning Hall's consciousness and soul.

The Demon Eye shone brightly, its power barely resisting the temperature that could incinerate even the soul.

"Let go!" Hall hissed, his magic flowing into his almost melted right hand as he punched Quetzalcoatl in the face.

"Why? Wouldn't it be better to enjoy it together? Feel the passion of wrestling! That way you'll definitely understand!" Quetzalcoatl asked with a smile.

Enjoy your damn life! Understand your sister!

For the first time, Hall felt a deep sense of powerlessness, almost cursing aloud. The frustration in his mind did not affect his rationality, and his body squeezed out all his life force to throw punches again and again.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

No matter how many punches he threw, no matter how many times they hit, he could never shake Quetzalcoatl in the slightest.

There is no turning back but a fight to the death.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Flames spilled from Hall's mouth and nose, burning and charring his skin.

Despite the excruciating pain, Hall continued to struggle.

boom!

The final punch struck Quetzalcoatl's head, shattering Hall's entire arm like glass, which was then burned away by the power of his authority as it fell.

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, embraced Hall's body, his gaze filled with love and pity as he looked at Hall, who was like a candle flickering in the wind, and said softly, "The way humanity strives to survive with all its might shines brighter than the sun."

The only response Hall could give to Quetzalcoatl was his clenched left fist, which weakly pounded her cheek as he murmured, "You bastard!"

Unexpectedly, someone who isn't immortal is enjoying the treatment of a Lord of Cinder.

Hall smiled bitterly and gradually lost consciousness.

In fact, if Hall were to get serious, it's hard to say he wouldn't have a fighting chance against Quetzalcoatl. He could have stalled for time from the start, accumulating magical energy to cast a Reality Marble, and then using the power of the Star Grail within that Reality Marble.

The reason they didn't do that was because they knew Quetzalcoatl's backstory; he wouldn't die even if he was killed, so there was no need to reveal their trump card.

Quetzalcoatl embraced Hall's body, quietly waiting for the moment when Hall would be burned to ashes.

Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, appeared out of thin air, wielding a magnificent double-edged spear, and asked with a frown, "Quetzalcoatl, do you really intend to kill him?"

"He is human, our enemy, which is why he is being hunted by the clay dolls."

"If that's what you think, can you hand him over to me?"

"why?"

There are some things about him that I find interesting.

Quetzalcoatl shook his head: "Little Ere wants it too... well, but no, I've already promised him."

"Didn't you want to kill him?" Ereshkigal stomped his foot angrily.

"Yes."

"..."

"So what exactly do you mean?"

“Little Ellie is the goddess of the underworld, that shouldn’t be hard to understand, right? I will resurrect him and make him my trophy.” Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, nuzzled Hall’s face, a blush rising on his exotic features, looking very happy.

No!

Ereshkigal bit her cherry lips in thought. Seeing Hall gradually being burned away, she made up her mind and said in a stiff tone, "Give him to me, and I'll consider it a favor I owe you."

Quetzalcoatl looked up at her in surprise: "To go to such lengths, does this human have such value in your eyes?"

“I don’t know.” Ereshkigal shook her head in confusion; she was simply acting on her impulses.

Quetzalcoatl stared at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "If little Ellie wants it so much, then I'll give it to you. But treat him well."

"Thank you, then let's conclude today's gathering of goddesses here." Ereshkigal took Hall's body from Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, and turned to fly away.

Watching Ereshkigal depart, Quetzalcoatl stroked his chin thoughtfully, chuckling to himself, "That child has had a tough time. If only I could cheer her up. It's a pity about the spoils of war. If I had taken her back and trained her properly, she could have become an outstanding wrestler!"

"However, who exactly is he? This is the first time I've encountered such a peculiar human. I can't discern his origins, nor can I see his future. Moreover, the power I just possessed couldn't affect him any further. Deep within his soul lies a power powerful enough to make the sun tremble."

"Well, we've already communicated with her body, so overall she's a good child."

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, possesses a magnanimous spirit and an earth-like capacity for tolerance. He deeply loves humanity and has no prejudice against anyone, accepting both good and evil.

As a chief deity, she also possesses her own set of principles of thought, and sometimes does things that seem incredibly cruel to humans, such as her attempt to burn Hall alive just now.

In her eyes, the human conflict between good and evil was merely a necessary path to prosperity, without any distinction of high or low.

Killing Hall was not her goal, but a process, a way to measure how much humanity Hall possessed.

That's why they used the power of authority to slowly burn Hall to death.

When facing death, people's reactions to pleading, collapsing, struggling, and being tenacious are all aspects of human nature.

Regardless of whether it is noble or humble, the stronger the humanity shown, the more lovable it is in her eyes; this is the benchmark at the pinnacle of benevolent deities.

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The goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal, carried Hall's body to a deserted grove and carefully laid it down.

Half of Hall's body had been burned away by the power of his authority.

"I hope the soul has not been affected."

She was about to use her powers to restore Hall's body when she was surprised to find a strange power continuously flowing from Hall's body to repair the damage to his flesh.

Although the speed was not fast, the power felt incredibly profound and strong to her, even stronger than the power she had taken from Ishtar.

Ereshkigal was utterly astonished: "Not power! Where does this immense force come from?"

After a moment's hesitation, she abandoned her plan to take Hall back to the underworld. She had a feeling, as if she already knew the answer, that no matter what she did, she could not keep the human in front of her forever.

"It's strange."

Ereshkigal poked Hall's cheek with his finger as he slept soundly, grinning foolishly as he muttered to himself, "Such a strong premonition of a goddess couldn't have appeared out of thin air. In which world, in which era, which version of myself and he went through what?"