"Interesting!"
Though blasted away, Voban wasn't injured. He sprang up, moving with agility belying his centuries-old age, faster than any youth.
He eyed Hachiman's Hammer of Radiance, his gaze narrowing. "So that's your trump card."
As a veteran Campione, he could sense Hachiman's power was no less than his own.
Why were Campiones nearly invincible?
Because they wielded the power and Authorities of gods, their energy of a quality and magnitude far beyond ordinary human mana or demonic aura.
If a normal person's mana was stone, a Campione's power was steel.
They weren't on the same level.
Even if a True Ancestor or mage matched a Campione's raw power, they'd lose in a fight.
The quality of power was different.
But Hachiman's Power of Light matched a Campione's in quality.
It might even surpass it.
Voban realized why Hachiman could shrug off Eyes of Sodom and purify Cage of the Dead Servants.
But this only deepened his confusion.
Where did this kid come from, wielding such pure, terrifying power?
He quickly suppressed his doubts. It didn't matter where Hachiman came from.
Since he dared attack, Voban wouldn't let him off.
"Die."
Voban roared, unleashing a barrage of lightning like it cost nothing.
Hachiman took a deep breath, dodging the bolts and closing in.
But then, a web of lightning materialized before Voban, dense and inescapable, blocking Hachiman's path.
Unable to attack or even approach, Hachiman was forced back as the lightning advanced.
He retreated hundreds of meters, his eyes dimming briefly.
A second later, they blazed again. Hachiman vanished.
In that second, he'd entered his Devotee Space, where time was constant. Spending a month there, he mastered teleportation magic.
Returning to reality, he teleported behind Voban.
By the time Voban reacted, Hachiman's Hammer of Radiance smashed into his chest.
If Hachiman weren't so kind, it would've been his head.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Voban was sent flying again.
Like a cannonball, he soared over a hundred meters, crashed, bounced, flew another seven hundred meters, and bounced again.
After several bounces, he skidded across the ground, stopping after several meters.
When he stood, his clothes were tattered, his appearance disheveled.
Gone was his earlier dignity.
Voban glared at Hachiman, his fury like molten lava coursing through his veins, his blood boiling.
Since becoming a Campione, he'd never been so humiliated.
Even his battles with that madwoman Luo Cuilian hadn't been this bad.
But today, he'd been sent flying twice, each time more humiliating than the last. This boy had truly enraged him.
His killing intent surged like a boiling kettle. Voban's form shifted.
From man to wolf.
Greedy Pack of Wolves.
An Authority usurped from Apollo Lycaeus, the wolfish sun god of Greek mythology.
Voban's first Authority.
It summoned unlimited magical wolves—dark, earth-bound beasts with deep gray fur, sacred to Apollo—controlling them freely.
Individual wolves lacked divine beast strength but had keen senses, horse-like size, and agility to chase cars.
Without great knight-level power, one would struggle against them.
The pack had cavalry-like coordination.
Voban could transform two wolves into twenty-meter-tall werewolves, inheriting partial solar resistance and divine beast strength, surviving even decapitation.
More crucially, Voban himself could become a gray wolf, gaining beastly physical prowess.
As a werewolf, his body was far tougher than his summons.
Against giant foes, he could become a massive wolf over fifty meters long.
In this state, he gained divine light protection, highly resistant to solar attributes.
As Apollo's mother, Leto, was an earth goddess, and Apollo was born in a cave, Voban could move freely underground and permanently turn others into wolves with a mark.
If needed, he could transform dozens at once.
But he rarely used this on those sworn to him.
As Voban unleashed this Authority, giant wolves appeared from all directions, charging at Hachiman to tear him apart.
Unfortunately, the wolves were too slow.
Well, not exactly slow—their speed surpassed human imagination, capable of chasing full-speed cars.
But compared to Hachiman's supersonic movement, they were sluggish.
Like a slow-motion film.
Hachiman easily dodged their attacks, closing in on Voban again, swinging his Hammer of Radiance.
No martial art could withstand sheer speed.
Though Hachiman didn't know this principle, he embodied it.
Bang, bang, bang…
In a single second, Hachiman struck over a hundred times.
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Bonus Chapter:
100 Power Stones = 1 BC
300 Power Stones = 2 BC
500 Power Stones = 3 BC
700 Power Stones = 4 BC
1000 Power Stones = 5 BC
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