Is this okay?

A white, semi-circular sphere of light burst forth on the ground, and an explosion even more terrifying than a nuclear blast occurred in an instant.

The ocean evaporated, the mountains vaporized, as if everything had vanished under the divine strike.

For a moment, the world turned pure white, as if there was only pure white.

Azriel and the other Skywings who had unleashed their divine strike fell from the sky, their bodies transforming into tiny, childlike forms, and all collapsed to the ground.

Their gazes were all fixed on the direction where the divine strike had landed.

"To deal with a mere monkey... you actually have to use God Strike..." Azriel looked at the spot where God Strike struck with discomfort, the feeling of losing power making her feel unwell.

But the next second her pupils contracted, and she stared wide-eyed, trembling, at what was in front of her.

"How can it be……"

She was incredulous and even felt a shock to her soul. She had never seen anything like it before, nor had she ever imagined that anyone could be so terrifying.

As before, Leng Mo, clad in armor, walked steadily in the center of the Divine Strike, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding white energy surge.

He strolled along leisurely, his movements slow yet his pace quick.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Mo arrived in front of Azriel, looking down at the petite Azriel before him. He saw her wide-eyed, terrified face, while behind him stood the white Divine Strike, as bright as the rising sun.

"What did you just say? What attack?"

Chapter 241 The truly weak are the strongest.

"What did you just say? What attack?"

Leng Mo's deep voice came from beneath his armor, full of casualness.

Azriel stared wide-eyed at Leng Mo before her, an unprecedented fear creeping up from her heart.

Cold, trembling, as if facing death head-on with no room for resistance.

"..."

At this moment, Azriel looked at Leng Mo, but didn't even have the courage to speak.

How could there be such a creature...? Is it really a monkey?

Just then, Artes' voice came from the sky.

"Hahahaha! I've been waiting for this for a long time, monkey!" A wild, excited, and powerful laugh came from the clouds in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a man dressed in white slowly descended, while Leng Mo on the ground looked up at the descending Altshu but did not make any move, simply standing still and waiting for the other side to arrive.

Its originally enormous body shrank to the size of a human the moment it landed.

This surprised Leng Mo a bit; she never expected that Altshu could control the size of his body.

When the God of War, Artesius, landed in front of Leng Mo, he looked at her with an expectant smile.

He spoke as he laughed:

"It seems that being left off the stage by the weak is the fate of us strong, isn't it, monkey?"

"Weakling? Strong? Do you think you're strong?" Leng Mo's voice, hidden beneath his helmet, was filled with contempt and disdain. The strong and the weak are relative concepts.

"As the strongest concept, am I not strong enough?" Altshu looked at Leng Mo happily, having absolute confidence in himself. However, he also understood that he would be defeated one day, otherwise he would be too bored.

Just as Altshut was looking forward to it, a fist slammed into his face without any struggle or preparation.

boom--!

The immense force slammed his face in the blink of an eye, leaving it caved in, and his body flew backward uncontrollably.

Whoosh!

The sound of something tearing through the air echoed throughout the area, then disappeared along with the sound of mountains collapsing.

Altshu was sent flying by the punch, while Leng Mo maintained his punching motion, his fist even emitting hot smoke from the friction of the air.

He looked at the collapsed mountain peaks in the distance and said dismissively.

"The weakest is the strongest."

"..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Azriel and the other Skywings sitting on the ground were filled with a fear that made them unable to look directly at her.

As members of the Skywing race, they were well aware of Altshu's strength, and now, seeing Leng Mo send Altshu flying with a single punch, they were trembling with fear.

Even so, they had to witness all of this, perhaps because this was what their Creator sought.

Artes's maniacal laughter echoed from the suddenly collapsing mountain peak.

"Hahahaha! That's right! That's exactly what I wanted!"

boom!

A loud explosion was heard in the distance, and towering waves of earth rose from the ground like mountain peaks.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, a sprint that disregarded distance appeared, and Altshu dashed back to Leng Mo's side.

With a smile, he aimed his fist at Leng Mo's body and threw a punch.

This punch was even faster than Leng Mo's punch.

What is the strongest? As long as there is a powerful individual, he will be stronger than the powerful individual.

boom! ! !

Artes' fist slammed into Leng Mo's armor, and the force of the punch tore through everything around him like a blade of wind.

Rumble——!

The earth trembled, and the surrounding Skywing creatures were directly lifted up by the huge impact, falling into the air like a shower of petals, resembling a rain of lolis.

"Ahhhh——!"

The terrified screams of the Skywing species echoed through the sky before it crashed heavily to the ground.

Leng Mo was sent flying backward by Altshu's punch, unable to stop at all.

boom--!

His body was like a thrown puppet, his limbs swinging uncontrollably. After crashing into the ground and shattering everything in its path, he bounced up and continued to strike into the distance with undiminished force.

Rumble…

The earth-shattering impact caused the entire area to tremble, and even reached the ears of the forest elves far away.

Sink Nielbaren, as the head of a prestigious family of forest elves, did not know what was happening, but she could feel the ground trembling and a rapidly approaching impact.

In the towering buildings of the Forest Spirits, everyone felt uneasy, a deep-seated unease.

"What on earth is going on! Why did the Skywinged Race unleash a divine attack... and..."

Standing atop the watchtower, Sink nervously watched the distant view as terrifying impacts and divine strikes erupted from the direction from which they had just begun.

Under the dense clouds, purple lightning flashed continuously.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a shockwave crashed into the city of the Forest Spirits from afar.

Boom——! !

The massive impact created a tsunami-like wave of earth.

"ah--!!"

Cinke, who was completely unprepared, was blown away by the impact. In the gale, she desperately clung to a nearby stable object to steady herself.

A moment later, as the impact subsided, all that remained before her eyes was ruins.

"How is this possible... There should be protective magic... Why didn't it work? Did it shatter the moment it came into contact with me?"

Sink got up from the ground and stared in disbelief at the city ruins before him, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

Wow.

Suddenly, a person slowly stepped out from the ruins beside them.

"Who's there!" Sink turned his head in alarm and finally saw who it was.

A man clad in white armor exuded an aura of immense power, so powerful that just looking at him made one's soul tremble.

But just then, another impact came from the place where the man had flown from.

boom--!

A muffled, loud bang accompanied by a powerful shockwave impacted the surrounding area. Sink, who was standing in the middle, was once again thrown out, his body spinning in the air before finally crashing heavily to the ground.

She lay on the ground and felt another terrifying pressure. She cautiously looked up and her pupils suddenly contracted.

That man in white is unmistakable—the God of War, Artesius!

Could it be... that the God of War is fighting this guy!?

A battle between divine beings!?

Done! !

At this moment, Sink's mouth dropped open, her face filled with shock. She never expected that the forest elves would suddenly be at the center of the battle between the gods.

Standing on the ground, Artesius stared intently at Leng Mo opposite him and said with certainty:

"The probing is almost over, it's time to get serious."

"I must say... you surprised me." Leng Mo's voice came from under the helmet, carrying a hint of surprise.

"Huh? You're going to admit defeat?" Altshu frowned, feeling displeased. It would be too boring if he admitted defeat.

"I'm surprised you're so weak yet you dare to call yourself the strongest?"

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Altshu grinned and vanished from the spot.

Disappeared! ?

No! It's too fast!

Sink, standing to the side, had his pupils shrink, not even realizing how the other person had disappeared.

Artes appeared directly behind Leng Mo and threw another punch, which, as expected, sent Leng Mo flying once more.

However, just as the fist was about to touch Leng Mo, a fist landed on Altshu's face.

boom! !

One punch landed.

boom! !

Then the force of the punch was like an impact, and the shockwave spread outwards.

"You think a fist that can't even destroy a planet can hit me? Don't be so naive!"

Leng Mo's voice came with the punch that struck Altshu, carrying disdain and a kind of speechlessness at the strongest.

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boom!

This punch slammed Altshu into the ground, the force of the impact spreading outwards through the earth.

Rumble…

The ground where the two were standing collapsed directly, and countless huge pieces of ground overturned, with tremors spreading rapidly like an earthquake.

Witnessing all this, Sink collapsed to the ground. She had never seen such a terrifying battle before; mere ordinary punches and kicks could create such a shockwave.

The city of the forest spirits was reduced to ruins in the midst of their fists and feet.

She didn't even know why she was able to witness this battle, and if she could, she really didn't want to see anything at all.

Unexpectedly, at that very moment, Altshu, who had been blasted into the ground, felt pain and a sense of injury.

"This is your strongest?"

Leng Mo asked mercilessly, his disdain for Altshu's power evident.

"Even if you're the strongest, I have a hundred ways to kill you. To trample on life so recklessly in your pursuit of being the strongest—what do you think life is?"