Scathach had not expected Heracles, this Berserker, to possess such terrifying martial skill.
His speed was like lightning, every charge seeming capable of tearing through the air; his strength was like that of a giant god, every blow enough to shake the earth.
What surprised Scathach even more was that, even in a state of "madness enhancement," his combat instincts remained exceptionally sharp, as though he could perceive every tiny opening.
"Such martial skill... even in mythology, it is a rare sight."
Scathach silently marveled.
Yet what she found even more unbelievable was that Heracles could still maintain such superb martial skill despite having lost his reason.
Every movement of his was filled with savagery and madness, yet incomparably precise.
"Just what is this Berserker's background?"
Scathach was full of doubts.
Clang!
Just then, a red spear cut through the air in a brilliant arc, and Lancer suddenly joined the battlefield.
With spear in hand, he pierced towards Chang Wei.
With Heracles holding back Chang Wei's Twelve Golden Statues, he naturally intended to capture the king first.
However, just as Lancer was about to strike Chang Wei, another massive Golden Man appeared out of nowhere.
Swinging its golden arm, it swept at Lancer with astonishing speed.
The strike made Lancer's hair stand on end, and he hurriedly raised his spear to block.
Clang!!
As a heavy collision rang out, Lancer was sent flying by sheer brute force. He tumbled several times through the air before finally landing face-first and sliding more than ten meters before coming to a stop.
Lancer struggled to his feet and felt two warm streams running down his face. He reached up to touch them, only to find blood all over his hand. The Golden Man's arm had carved several deep wounds across his face, leaving