Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

"I'll find out once I try! I'm also eager to see what level the heroes of the mythical era are at!" Shion tentatively launched his first attack.

"Stardust Rotation Technique"

A massive nebula materialized before him, instantly engulfing the grief-stricken man.

Countless stars swirled rapidly within the nebula, transforming into beams of starlight filled with destructive power.

The grief-stricken man did not dodge, but calmly raised his hands, assuming a defensive stance.

Rumble!

One destructive starlight after another bombarded him, but it did not harm him in the slightest; it only barely forced him back.

"So-so, but still far from being my match!"

Seeing that the power of the nebula was about to be exhausted, Ajax the Great, the Grief-Stricken One, shook the nebula and tore it apart.

"Then please try my attack again!"

Pegasus Meteor Fist

Pegasus charged out, then launched another offensive, unleashing countless silver fist beams that transformed into a dazzling meteor shower, pouring down upon the grief-stricken.

Pegasus?

Ajax the Grief-Slayer was somewhat surprised to recognize the Saint Cloth on Pegasus.

As a hero of the mythological era, he naturally knew the special nature of Pegasus.

However, after sensing the fluctuations within the meteor shower, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"The Pegasus of this era is nothing special!"

He swung his hand forcefully, instantly releasing a dark red arc of light.

It met the meteor shower head-on, immediately displaying overwhelming destructive power, sweeping away the meteor shower and annihilating it in front of it.

"What???"

Pegasus was immediately horrified upon seeing this.

He never expected that his opponent would block his almost full-force attack so easily.

"Be careful, he's very strong! At least at the peak of the Seventh Sense!"

Wu Xin solemnly reminded the two of their names, adding, "Moreover, he was a renowned hero of the mythological era, whose fame was earned through countless battles, far surpassing that of ordinary warriors."

Every person who leaves their mark on history and is celebrated by countless people is no ordinary person.

If they are treated as ordinary Seventh Sense fighters, they will definitely suffer a great loss.

"Why don't you come up and try? Your move to freeze us earlier was pretty good!" Ajax the Grief-Slayer cast an inquiring glance at Wuxin.

"No rush, no rush! We're not short of time anyway!" Wu Xin shook his head, further adjusting his state of mind.

He was immediately besieged by the enemy as soon as he came out, and only now did he have a chance to catch his breath, so he naturally needed to take a good rest.

At the same time, he also noticed that they were in a dilapidated ancient city, surrounded by ruins and endless yellow sand.

The original Atlantis has lost its former glory as a legendary city, leaving only devastation.

Then, he looked at the indignant man opposite him and slowly said, "In the Temple of the Moon, we deduced your true name by identifying the blasphemer."

"However, we are still completely baffled about the identities of the victims and the perpetrators."

"May I ask who these two people are?"

"I believe that someone who can stand alongside you is certainly not an unknown figure!"

The grief-stricken Ajax the Great stroked his chin and thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Actually, at this point, there's nothing wrong with telling you!"

"That guy who suffered, his real name is..."

"What are you doing, Ajax the Great! Who told you to speak up!"

Before the grieving person could finish speaking, the victim, who had already overheard the conversation, immediately shouted angrily to interrupt.

Ajax the Great sighed helplessly and could only shrug, saying, "You all saw it too, that guy wouldn't let me say it!"

"In that case, let Odysseus find the answer himself!"

"Believe me, sometimes finding the answer yourself is far more interesting than finding it from someone else!"

As he spoke, he gave everyone a mysterious smile.

"Since the identities of the victims cannot be revealed, what about the murderer? Who is he?" Wuxin glanced suggestively at the distant battlefield.

Because the Slayer was too powerful, to prevent it from accidentally harming others, Defteros and the others had lured it far away and engaged in fierce fighting within the ruined city of Atlantis.

"As for that guy?"

Ajax the Great, filled with grief and indignation, glanced at the battlefield and said solemnly, "To be honest, I don't know his real name either!"

"I only have a vague feeling that he is someone we know very well!"

"However, that guy always covered his face with black mist, and even we have never seen his true face!"

It wasn't just Wu Xin and his group who were curious; in fact, they were also very curious about the true identity of the Slayer.

Because, among the high-ranking members of the Evil Spirit Fighters, only the identity of the Slayer has remained a mystery.

None of them knew that guy.

"Oh?"

Wuxin became even more curious after hearing this.

Surprisingly, even the Grief-stricken Ones themselves didn't know the identity of the Slayer. This is truly bizarre.

Chapter 403 Fierce Battle and Grief

"And what about your gods? Which god do you serve?" Pegasus interjected curiously.

Ajax the Great, the Grief-Stricken, glanced at him and said unhurriedly, "You will soon find out about that lord! I don't need to reveal anything further!"

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

He added, "understandingly."

The three of them exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"It's gone!"

Tianma immediately replied.

"Since there are no more doubts, then die!"

The grieving man abandoned his previous laziness and immediately displayed a fierce fighting spirit before launching a sudden attack.

"Bloodlust Strike"

He simultaneously unleashed three crimson arcs of light, resembling three crimson crescent moons, which attacked the three with an eerie and terrifying aura.

"Crystal Wall"

Instead of blocking directly, Shion decisively set up an invisible barrier in front of him using his defensive techniques.

Pegasus Comet Fist

Pegasus, however, was full of fighting spirit and chose to confront the enemy head-on.

A giant silver comet then materialized and bravely charged forward.

"Accumulated Corpse Qi - Soul Burial Break"

Wu Xin also chose to fight fire with fire.

However, he has unique countermeasures, so he doesn't need to fight the enemy head-on like Pegasus.

A pale glow emanated from his fist as he faced the crescent moon.

boom!

A crescent moon of blood landed on Shion's invisible crystal wall, but its powerful destructive force increased the pressure on Shion.

His strength was insufficient to deflect it, or rather, the force of its attack had exceeded his limit of deflection.

Left with no other choice, he could only further strengthen the Crystal Wall's magical defenses in an attempt to block it.

Ultimately, the crystal wall could not withstand the pressure and shattered, turning into countless fragments that dissipated into the air.

With nowhere to dodge, Shion was directly blasted backward by the crimson crescent moon.

Fortunately, the crystal wall had already blocked most of its destructive power, and the remaining force was no longer enough to pose a threat to it.

"So strong!"

Looking again in the direction of the grief-stricken, Shion's expression became extremely solemn.

Even with Shion's strength, he still suffered a minor loss, not to mention Pegasus, who was even weaker.

He charged forward with full confidence, only to have the silver comet instantly sliced ​​apart by that crimson crescent moon.

"what!!!"

His eyes widened immediately.

Before he could react, the crimson crescent moon, still carrying its residual force, had already struck him.

boom!

With a loud bang, Pegasus let out a scream and was blasted away.

Compared to their defeat, Wuxin's side had the upper hand.

The moment his fist struck the crimson crescent moon, it stained the crimson color, turning it into a pale white.

"Um--"

The move was forcibly broken, and the grief-stricken man groaned, feeling as if someone had poked his head with a steel needle, causing him to sting and stagger back two steps.

However, his troubles were not over yet.

boom!

The crescent moon shattered, guided by Wu Xin's fist force, unifying the power of both and transforming into an even more powerful impact that swept back towards the grief-stricken.