[Ding! The host is currently located in the Atlantis Sacrificial Ancient Arena, meeting the requirements for check-in. Would you like to check in?]
Hearing the system prompt, Han Shaoqing thought to himself: "It's like getting a pillow when you're sleepy. Check in."
[Checking in, countdown 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8, 7… 3, 2, 1, check-in successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining – Deathstroke's Combat Skills, All Weapon Mastery.]
[Combat Skills: Deathstroke is a very powerful opponent, capable of defeating Batman and Nightwing in hand-to-hand combat, and is also a master tactician.]
[All Weapon Mastery: Deathstroke is proficient in the use of all types of weapons, including pistols, rifles, cold weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and halberds, and can make full use of the advantages of each weapon.]
[Would you like to receive?]
Of course, he would.
With a thought, he chose to receive. Immediately, a stream of information merged into Han Shaoqing's mind.
Then Han Shaoqing found that a section of memory about 'Combat Skills' and 'using all kinds of weapons' appeared in his mind, as if he had practiced it countless times in his mind, and even integrated it into his muscle memory, allowing Han Shaoqing to instantly grasp its essence.
Namor, who was standing opposite Han Shaoqing, glanced at him, as if he felt that the person in front of him was different just now.
"Boom boom boom boom!!!"
At the edge of the arena, a large octopus waved its tentacles, rhythmically beating a war drum.
Han Shaoqing glanced at the octopus drumming for support, feeling that this scene was very similar to the king's duel in the DC Aquaman movie.
Only the fighters had become him and Namor.
Under the auspices of the high priest, the duel officially began.
Clang!
The sound of the two golden tridents colliding echoed out, causing the surrounding water to churn.
"Where did you get a replica? Although it's powerful, a fake is still just a fake."
After the clash, Namor realized that the trident in his opponent's hand also possessed divine power, which he found somewhat unbelievable.
As far as he knew, there was only one [Neptune's Trident], and he held the real one. The one in his opponent's hand was definitely a replica. But to make a replica of this quality was something that absolutely no ordinary person could do.
"How can you be so sure the trident you hold isn't a replica?"
Han Shaoqing naturally wouldn't tell Namor that the trident in his hand came from another world. He also wanted to undermine his opponent's confidence.
"Whether it's real or fake, a battle will tell."
Namor, a veteran of countless battles, wouldn't be swayed by a few words. He spun his trident, leaped forward, and gripped the handle with both hands, bringing it down on Han Shaoqing's head.
Han Shaoqing planted his feet, thrust his own weapon upwards, using the hooks to block Namor's powerful strike.
The moment the two weapons clashed, a shockwave erupted, sending waves of water surging across the arena, making the surrounding Atlanteans gasp.
Crack!
The ground beneath Han Shaoqing's feet fractured under the immense pressure, but his arms only bent slightly. Then, drawing strength from the ground, he used the recoil to send Namor flying.
After the first exchange, both sides had a good sense of each other's strengths.
Overall, Han Shaoqing was stronger, while Namor was faster.
As for technique, Han Shaoqing, with Deathstroke's Combat Skills, was evenly matched with Namor when using tridents.
The killing intent permeated the arena, silent and subtle, like the calm before a storm.
The Atlanteans in the stands fell silent, then erupted in thunderous cheers.
Although they didn't know Han Shaoqing and were somewhat wary of him, it didn't stop them from cheering for an exciting duel.
Strength earned respect everywhere.
At this moment, Han Shaoqing had earned the recognition of some of the Atlanteans through his strength.
"It seems I underestimated you. I won't hold back from now on."
After being sent flying twenty-five point eight meters, Namor stabilized his body and quickly charged towards Han Shaoqing. His trident tore through the surrounding water. His speed was so fast that it caused a sonic boom in the water.
When he was within ten meters, Namor swung his trident in a full moon arc. With each swing, the force was earth-shattering. In an instant, the water in front of him transformed into a crescent-shaped high-pressure water cannon, blasting towards Han Shaoqing.
"Bring it on."
Han Shaoqing swept out with the trident in his hand, a streak of light flashing across, with the momentum of sweeping away a thousand troops.
Boom~
Two water blades collided fiercely, and at the moment of intersection, it was like a surging wave crashing against the shore, stirring up a turbulent flow. Under the impact of the violent water flow, many Atlanteans were swept away.
Seeing this, Han Shaoqing said, "It seems the battlefield here is too small. How about we change locations and fight?"
"That suits me. I haven't met an opponent like you in a long time. Let's have a good fight."
Namor cared about the safety of his people. He knew that if the two of them continued to fight here, before a victor could be decided, some of his people might be killed by the aftershocks of the battle. He immediately nodded in agreement.
Namor's fighting spirit was now soaring, and his gaze towards Han Shaoqing became serious.
He was hot-tempered by nature and loved to fight.
But for the past twenty years, he had the skills but couldn't find an opponent to give him a good fight.
Han Shaoqing's appearance made Namor excited, even feeling a sense of recognition, as if he saw himself in his youth.
"Whoosh~"
"Whoosh~"
Both of their physiques far surpassed those of ordinary Atlanteans. They swam at an extremely fast speed, like arrows quickly traversing the water. Soon, they left the range of the Atlantis protective shield and swam towards the sea surface.
At this moment, Han Shaoqing was also extremely excited. The stimulating battle made his blood boil, and his spirit was both tense and joyful.
Some Atlanteans saw that Namor and Han Shaoqing didn't want to play with them. They immediately left the arena, drove underwater ships to chase after them, and watched from afar.
Such a battle was a rare sight, occurring only once in a century, so they naturally didn't want to miss it.
Han Shaoqing and Namor remained about a hundred meters below the surface, their tridents slashing and hacking horizontally and vertically, sometimes performing upward thrusts, deflections, and stabs. Each strike was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
The surrounding water churned and roiled from the aftershocks of their battle, causing waves tens of meters high to surge across the sea's surface.
Fortunately, they were far from the iceberg, and the survivors of the Titanic had already been rescued. If they had been a step slower, the likes of "Meat丝" and "Little Li" would have been completely annihilated.
Engrossed in the fight, Han Shaoqing had completely forgotten about this. He battled fiercely with Namor, like two water dragons competing for dominance.
Similar physiques, similar abilities, and similar weapons led to a stalemate.
As the tridents clashed, they whistled past each other, and a moment's inattention could lead to death, making the situation incredibly perilous.
Clang clang clang…
For a moment, the clanging sounds never ceased, as if even this water region was about to be blown up.
The scene of the intense battle shocked the Atlantean onlookers in the distance. Besides shock, there was nothing else in their hearts.