What kind of monster is this?
Breaking through in the middle of combat on the spot.
That type of gifted warrior was not one they never saw before.
Heracles, who grew stronger the longer he fought, was exactly this kind of fearsome and troublesome gifted warrior.
But Night, whose martial skill began climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye on the battlefield as though riding a rocket, was beyond the range of what they could comprehend.
That could not be called breaking through on the spot anymore.
It should be called an enlightenment on the field of the dragon.
And the others could not understand it, nor could they know the reason.
From Night's perspective, along the way he obtained the combat experience of Achilles, the combat memories of Aeneas, and the personal guidance of Hector, as well as his own countless battles in the simulated universe where every time he threw himself in without restraint.
All of these were precious experiences that ordinary people could never obtain.
Any single one of them would be enough to give birth to a top-tier hero, yet all of them happened to one person alone.
His physical body had long since been unable to keep up with his rate of growth.
And now as his body gradually caught up, with the additional support of the double divine equipment buff, he was finally able to fully express all the various combat techniques he possessed for the first time.
He experienced for the first time a feeling as though his strength was inexhaustible and unending.
It was like the feeling of hands and feet that had always been bound in shackles suddenly breaking free, violently tearing apart the ropes that tied them down and beginning to fight.
A long accumulation finally released in one moment!
When the accumulation was deep enough, the birth of a qualitative change was this natural, this inevitable.
Boom!!
After sending Penthesilea flying with the spear once again.
Night felt a bottleneck.
Having gone all out with the double divine equipment buff and finally getting to experience fighting with complete abandon for once while fusing all the martial skills he learned into one, he found the power that erupted was too strong.
Even Penthesilea as a demigod at this moment could no longer bring him any pressure.
That won't do.
He could not allow the process of evolution to come to such an abrupt and unsatisfying end here.
Perhaps directly finishing off Penthesilea and swapping in Hector would give him renewed pressure.
But...
Night still remembered that his ultimate goal was not to keep winning indefinitely.
And so...
After one more exchange of attacks and separation, he suddenly spread both arms wide open.
His broad and powerful shoulders, each hand still holding a weapon, faced the Amazon queen directly with his chest raised and head held high, completely without any guard whatsoever.
That upright figure stood still and silent upon the earth, stopping any further advance.
And it was this very sight that made the Amazon queen on the other side, crouched low to the ground like a starving wolf ready to pounce and kill again at any moment, come to a halt.
Even with a mind as unhinged as hers, she could not make sense of the scene before her.
That completely unguarded posture with every opening exposed, as though inviting her to attack freely, was even more bizarre than she was.
So strange it circled back to being right.
What did this mean?
The next moment, the wary Amazon queen suddenly heard those words spoken in a flat tone that seemed to carry a faint note of disappointment.
Slow and deliberate, one word at a time, a puzzled question rose.
"Why are you... so... weak?"
Boom.
Like lightning splitting the sky on a stormy night, it suddenly exploded in the hearts of everyone present.
Leaving people's minds in a complete blank.
The heroes were stunned.
They heard, what?
Weak.
He was calling that powerful female demigod, Penthesilea, queen of the Amazons, weak?
Thinking back to the ferocious assault Penthesilea unleashed just moments ago, the kind that made cold sweat break out just from watching.
Everyone: "..."
If even that counted as weak, then what did that make the rest of them?
And this scene also completely enraged Penthesilea as a demigod.
Even her father, the war god Ares, was watching this battle at this very moment.
Under the gaze of the great war god, she was reduced to such a sorry state.
Finally...
Penthesilea opened her mouth.
"Do you also want to mock and humiliate me this way? Pick up your weapon, descendant of the dragon-slayer. In the witness of the gods, in sacred battle...
Only hatred and fighting with everything one has is the proper answer for both sides."
Penthesilea could not accept this half-finished battle coming to such an end.
Looking at the other party, who completely dropped all fighting stance and stood there looking down on her.
Compared to herself giving everything she had, she felt as though she lost somehow, as though she were a clown.
But then that powerful warrior spoke words even more like a cold, sharp blade.
"Hatred? Who would feel hatred toward someone weaker than themselves?"
When that flat voice fell, it completely enraged the Amazon queen.
The next moment, she hurled herself forward like a woman gone mad and began attacking Night frantically.
But Night only swung the spear with one hand, not moving his body even half a step, and perfectly blocked every single attack.
That incomparable and overwhelming strength left everyone holding their breath as they watched the scene.
A complete and total domination in both skill and power.
Even bystanders could easily see it.
How could Penthesilea herself, as one of the two fighters, possibly fail to notice?
At this moment she could not accept this outcome.
Under the intense mental pressure, her bloodline began to burn.
Just like Heracles once did.
When a demigod's unyielding will is ignited, and their resolve is deep enough, and they pour all their focus into a single thing with complete concentration.
The blood of the human side begins to be burned away without stopping, while the divine blood side begins to activate and starts actively repairing the dying cells.
Boom!! Boom boom boom!
Penthesilea's strength began to grow.
This discovery made Night feel a surge of joy inside.
He was strong.
With the double divine equipment boost, he was now countless times stronger than even he imagined.
But this level of strength needed even greater pressure to force the path of his stalled advancement to continue moving forward.
Penthesilea could finally bring him a little pressure again.
But still not enough.
Provoking the other party was not only pushing himself forward.
It was also helping strengthen the Trojan side's combat power.
A demigod who activated their war god bloodline was far more powerful than a demigod with a dormant bloodline.
Finally...
When the war god bloodline within Penthesilea was completely ignited.
Boom!!
One attack suddenly broke through the storm and broke through Night's defensive seal.
His speed could no longer keep up with the other party.
When that attack landed on him.
No blood flowed from Night's body.
Instead, it produced a dull and heavy sound.
Divine armor combined with an immortal body impervious to blades and spears.
This configuration placed him in an unconquerable position by nature.
Without Hector's divine spear with its shield-piercing penetrating attribute, Penthesilea's attacks, though finally able to land on Night's body, still could not injure him.
Gradually, as more and more of Penthesilea's attacks landed on his body without being able to cause any effective damage, Night's casual strikes in return often sent blood spraying in great arcs.
The gods finally realized something.
They recalled the account in the introduction of this descendant of the dragon-slayer, the legend that his ancestor bathed in dragon blood and obtained a body of steel impervious to blades and spears.
It was true!!
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(End of the Chapter)