The third battle arrived so quickly, so abruptly.
And yet throughout the entire process, everyone held their breath.
Not a single person interfered with them.
They even tacitly accepted Odysseus being rescued and withdrawing from the field midway.
This clearly violated the rules.
The rainbow goddess Iris frowned, but before she could say anything, the god Hermes relayed Zeus's command on his behalf.
There was no need to concern themselves with this matter.
Although the Trojan side still needed to win.
But right now...
The gods were more interested in Night's battle.
"Interested in the hero Griffith?"
The rainbow goddess indicated that she was actually quite interested herself.
After all, beneath that transcendently beautiful face, even if Night's combat performance later turned out to be disappointing, it did not matter.
She was here for his looks.
Even if he was all surface and no substance, a decorative vase with no practical use, he would still be the most beautiful and the most collectible one.
And yet, could a person truly be equally outstanding in both appearance and in talent?
If that were the case, how much must the world have doted on this mortal?
Even the gods would feel jealous!
Though Night putting on Achilles's armor and even lifting the weapon earlier proved he did have some measure of real strength.
That imposing presence was also quite stunning.
But without seeing his fighting figure with their own eyes, everyone still held a question in their hearts.
Until...
Boom!!
When the savage and wicked brute force born of the divine blood of the war god Ares came surging toward Night,
What responded to that force was something that was suppressed for just one second and then violently rebounded, a sound of even more terrifying and roaring power.
The very air shook!
A tremendous dragon's roar rang across the heavens.
Having just made contact and already sending his blood boiling,
Night, who directly activated blue flame mode, unleashed the power of the great dragon with complete abandon.
Light!
An aurora suddenly erupted from the vacuum between the moment their weapons collided, and then on both sides enormous and tangible columns of blazing aura formed and wrapped around each of their bodies.
Crack!
In the space of a single crossing, that demigod's strength was actually pushed back and suppressed in return.
Night looked down from above at the small-statured female warrior.
When a berserker type meets another berserker type, what kind of reaction would occur?
The heroes and gods found out very quickly.
No probing whatsoever.
They went straight into a full-power clash that filled the eyes to capacity with impact.
The rhythm of battle went directly into a state of white heat.
Boom!!
One hand slammed down with force, then quickly drew the sword at his waist and hacked hard into Penthesilea's weapon, and Night's other hand controlled the spear and suddenly thrust out countless afterimage-like rapid stabs.
"He is wielding the divine spear with one hand!! And using that kind of rapid stabbing technique!"
Odysseus, who just returned to camp and turned to see this scene, was instantly dumbfounded, his expression blank and frozen.
Still unable to believe it!
That was the divine spear that no one other than Achilles could barely even lift.
To wield it so freely and easily with one hand.
What kind of monster was this?
Boom!!
Five strikes in one second all landed on a single point, like the legendary five-star bombardment of the light god Lugh.
The divine spear, carrying a sound that tore through the air like thunder, pressing to claim victory in the battle.
That speed, combined with that domineering force.
When everyone expected Penthesilea to temporarily dodge back and withdraw.
Suddenly, this Amazon queen made a move that shocked everyone.
She opened her arms and actively moved into the attack to receive it.
Thwack!!
In the instant before the divine spear would have driven through her throat, Penthesilea dodged but did not fully dodge.
Instead, she used her shoulder blade to catch the blow.
Then she suddenly grabbed the shaft of the spear, used the momentum to close in on Night, and suddenly swung out a slash with her sword.
Boom!!
The sword in his other hand blocked that slash.
Dual weapon combat...
For Night, that was already something he handled with ease.
Penthesilea's attempt at trading wound for wound immediately failed.
But rather than giving up, she seemed to grow even more excited instead and began launching attacks again and again without stopping.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!!
The divine spear and sword kept piercing and slashing Penthesilea's body.
This queen paid it no mind whatsoever and continued to press the attack.
Yet every one of her fierce strikes, fierce enough to make many of the heroes present break into a cold sweat for Night, was blocked by the martial skill he displayed from time to time, a skill so superb it reached the very peak.
While blocking, he would also add a new wound to her body each time.
If Penthesilea at this moment was a warrior who abandoned everything in a single desperate gamble, pursuing nothing but the offensive!
Then Night was a storm, wild and merciless as a sudden gust and driving rain, giving no one even the slightest chance to catch their breath.
Fusing perfect martial skill completely into instinct and fighting with it!
Every single attack without the slightest hesitation or uncertainty, each one pursued with the intent to kill the enemy.
Even knowing that the face beneath Penthesilea's armor was surely very beautiful, this man showed not even a shred of pity.
At this moment he was already fully immersed in the enjoyment of battle.
Completely absorbed, his entire focus given over to it.
Of course...
He did not forget his role as a double agent.
Winning all the way to the end was impossible.
But before he lost, let him have one long-awaited chance to fight to his heart's content.
Night had to say...
Penthesilea's wickedly savage and frenzied battle style had long since set the fire in his heart ablaze, and he was eager to fight her with everything he had.
The dragon breed's instinct for battle made him throw himself in completely without even realizing it.
His entire body became a killing weapon, pressing attack after attack onto Penthesilea without stopping.
And at this moment the gods in the distant heavens and the heroes on the earth below all had their eyes wide open.
Wait...
This is what you called a weak musician with no combat experience?!
That unparalleled and peerless martial skill!
Movements driven entirely by what seemed to be pure instinct, unbounded and free, flowing like clouds and water.
Hiss!
Upon seeing this, even the most combat-capable of divine beings would cry out in admiration.
That was already martial skill approaching the level of the divine domain.
It was not that being a god meant one could automatically possess divine domain-level martial skill.
Rather, it was when someone refined a field to the point of reaching a dimension beyond normal reckoning, like the vast gap in life level between a mortal and a god.
Only a martial skill that achieved a qualitative leap could truly be called having reached the divine domain level.
Achilles's Meteor Spear and Hector's supreme throwing technique were both like this.
Skill that far surpassed what ordinary people could comprehend.
That was the mark of divine domain martial skill.
And at this moment, Night was still evolving mid-battle, beginning to advance his martial skill at a speed visible to the naked eye of everyone watching.
His movements grew more and more fluid, more and more crisp and clean.
Wild and powerful.
Every strike was like a three-red musou attack, landing like a hammer blow against the hearts of those watching.
Gradually the heroes noticed a terrifying fact...
Griffith was refining his own skill in the middle of battle, rapidly absorbing what he learned and advancing his martial skill!!
Without question this was evolution!
Like the extraordinary leap in life level from human to god.
Everyone: ...!!
How is this possible?
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(End of the Chapter)