The agreed-upon dueling location for Medea and Amikos was a valley within the Poseidonia Kingdom. When the Argo Heroes arrived, they were all surprised by the beautiful scenery. The valley was filled with blooming flowers, fragrant and enchanting, completely unlike a dueling ground that Amikos, the Son of the Sea God, with his mind full of violence and bloodshed, would choose.
Upon seeing the beautiful scenery, Orpheus, the Son of Apollo, even couldn't help but play a beautiful piece of music, which, combined with the scenery, made it even more captivating.
However, this peaceful beauty was soon shattered by the Son of the Sea God. As soon as Amikos, the muscular Son of the Sea God with a neck as thick as a bull's, entered the valley, the entire valley was filled with a bloody stench, making people uncomfortable.
"Oh, are you admiring the scenery of this valley?"
Seeing Orpheus stop playing his instrument, Amikos's lips curved into a bloodthirsty smile:
"As you can see, the flowers in this valley are blooming very well. Do you know why? Because I've used the bodies of every loser who dueled me here as fertilizer for these flowers."
All the Argo Heroes looked at the Son of the Sea God with expressions of disgust, anger, or fear. Only Medea, who was warming up, had a normal expression. Upon hearing this, she frankly told Amikos:
"So you have such interests; you're quite girlish at heart."
"Alright, no more nonsense!"
Amikos twisted his arms and then beckoned to Medea:
"Come here, my Queen, I will dote on you properly."
"Why Queen already? You really know how to push your luck," Medea said. "Can you even beat me, talking about Queen here? By your logic, your father, Poseidon, has always wanted Hera to be his Queen, so why is he still staying in the Golden Palace?"
"You—" Amikos suppressed his anger and said to Medea in a deep voice, "Don't mistake my doting on you for tolerance."
"Pfft." Amikos had truly made Medea laugh this time. She covered her mouth, her eyes curved into crescents, and asked the Son of the Sea God, "Seriously, how did you come up with such idiotic words, and how can you say them so matter-of-factly? The Gods I've met don't speak with such confidence as you do."
As she spoke, she handed her Magician's staff to Atalanta, then tightly adjusted the hair ornament on her ponytail, and then jumped in place, saying to Amikos:
"I said, if you want something from me, then come over and speak with your strength."
"You said it." Amikos's eyelids twitched, then he took off his upper body clothes, revealing a set of robust muscles that were unlike a human's. Unlike Medea, who was lightly dressed and bare-handed, he not only applied oil to his body to reduce friction from punches but also wore a pair of bronze-studded gauntlets on his hands.
These gauntlets were a gift from his father, Poseidon, and they could not only enhance the damage dealt to an opponent during a boxing match but also improve Amikos's own physical abilities, making them a very powerful Noble Phantasm.
Upon seeing Amikos's attire, the Heroes on the Argo all showed dissatisfaction. Peleus pointed at Amikos and shouted:
"You're too despicable!"
"What's despicable about it? Did I violate the rules of the Olympia Olympic Games?"
Amikos asked back with a triumphant smile:
"Is it my fault that you didn't prepare sufficiently?"
"It's fine, only the weak use gauntlets to protect their fists." Medea turned back to comfort her companions on the Argo, while glancing disdainfully at Amikos: "Tch, is this the Son of the Sea God? The purity is too low."
"You can only say pretty words now." Amikos turned to glance at the referee he had invited, and the latter nodded, raised his arm, and swung it down sharply:
"Match start!"
At the command, Medea skipped into the arena outlined with white powder. The Heroes on the Argo also retreated, making space for Medea and Amikos to compete.
After Medea entered the arena, Amikos also twisted his fists and stepped into the field. Looking at the little girl whose head barely reached his waist, Amikos said with a smile:
"How about it? Should I let you have two punches?"
Medea looked Amikos up and down, then sighed deeply and helplessly. She said, "At first glance, it seems like you're being humble, but in reality, you look down on me from the bottom of your heart. To be honest, it disgusts me, you know? It's like when our world first began, Hades deliberately let Poseidon choose first during the lot-drawing. You think your father is very powerful? That's because Hades looked down on your father, his younger brother, from the bottom of his heart."
"You're asking for death!"
Amikos cursed loudly, simultaneously throwing a punch fiercely at Medea. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. A woman with such a hateful mouth, no matter how beautiful or cute she was, he no longer intended to make her his Queen.
The heavy punch of the Son of the Sea God landed viciously. With the enhancement of the bronze gauntlets, the power of his punch had reached an incredible level. At this moment, even if a Cyclops stood before him, Amikos was confident he could send him directly to Hades's Underworld with one punch.
However, facing Amikos's fist, Medea neither dodged nor avoided. Just as Amikos's heavy punch reached a few inches from Medea's face, his fist suddenly made contact with a smooth surface. This was a magical barrier, which completely blocked the power of his punch, only emitting a dull thud.
Amikos threw two more punches, but the magical barrier in front of him remained impenetrable. Medea's small face was only inches away from him, but he could not break through this thin magical barrier no matter what.
"Heh."
Medea looked at Amikos, blinked, and suddenly scoffed:
"You don't even have the strength to hit, and you call yourself a demigod."
"I'll be damned..."
Amikos hadn't finished speaking when Medea suddenly raised her hand, and with extreme speed that Heroes couldn't see, she quickly and accurately delivered three jabs to Amikos's front, striking his heart, jaw, and bridge of his nose.
Amikos hadn't even reacted when he felt a sudden warm flow from his nostrils, and at the same time, a sharp pain and swelling surged from his jaw up to his brain, making him feel dizzy all over.
However, just as Amikos's head began to feel heavy, a sea-blue light suddenly surged from the gauntlets on his hands. Under the healing of this light, Amikos's mind gradually became clear again, and even the bridge of his nose, which Medea had broken with a punch, healed as good as new.
"Oh, a Noble Phantasm." Medea looked at the gauntlets on Amikos's hands and said, "It seems having a father is truly a very happy thing."
"Hmph, witch, don't blame me for being despicable." Amikos shook his head, actively widened the distance from Medea, and readjusted his stance, while saying, "You use magic, I use a Noble Phantasm. We're just even."
"Well said." Medea nodded. "However, my teacher taught me that Magicians of our lineage are least afraid of enemies with Noble Phantasms—Expelliarmus!"
She suddenly pointed her hand, and a ray of light shot out from her fingertip. This purple light transformed into a beam, striking the gauntlets on Amikos's hands. His gauntlets actually flew off his hands and then landed in Medea's hands.