Face? Who Needs It!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like a muffled thunderclap, the two intertwined bodies, using fighting techniques, clashed violently, unleashing a barrage of punches that struck with flesh and blood.

Pancrass, meaning "all strength" or "complete power," can be roughly described as "all-out combat," and is a martial art practiced in the Greek World.

During this process, both sides can use boxing, wrestling, or other comprehensive techniques simultaneously, presenting the most primal clash of human strength against strength.

In fact, many of the Pankrats' advanced techniques originated from the combat experience accumulated by the Titans, thus retaining a considerable amount of brutal content.

This skill, in its contest of physical strength and combat techniques, is bloody and ferocious; even in combat, death is a common occurrence.

But precisely because of this, in the primitive age of gods, this sport was even more beloved by the Titans.

The Titan Gods Cronus was a true fan who was most enthusiastic about watching this kind of competition.

In his spare time, his favorite pastime was having the monsters and Titans below him engage in passionate brawls in a Pandora's box style.

However, this King of Gods had no mercy for "friendship first, competition second." How could the competition proceed without the deaths of a few people?

Basically, if Cronus doesn't call a stop, the fight against the contestants continues, no matter how many die; they're truly putting on a life-or-death performance.

In the fable, the old wolf invited to a feast on Mount Othrys to experience the cruel and bloody competition probably fled in fear of the Titan Gods because it witnessed such a brutal and bloody contest.

Therefore, when Samael, the one who slandered Laozi to his face, asked for a beating and got it, he was met with a barrage of attacks from the centaur sage opposite him.

With a series of quick movements, the ancient serpent raised its arms in fists, blocking left and right, and shifted its position with small, quick steps, adjusting its angle and posture. Like a reef standing firm amidst raging waves, it repeatedly stirred up waves and tore Chiron apart.

Furthermore, Samael seized the opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack, viciously striking the centaur sage's ears, cheeks, throat, jaw, armpits, heart, and other parts of his body.

Whenever a brutal clash occurred, with fists clashing and blood splattering, the spectators, including the Typhon's Offspring, would howl and cheer.

Even the gentle Gorgon Sisters, the intellect-savvy Athena, and the serene Themis watched with great interest, occasionally offering their comments and discussions.

Since their birth, gods have been a warrior race; their bloodlust and pursuit of power are ingrained in their very nature.

The more powerful a creature is in competition, the more likely it is to be appreciated and noticed by most of the divine beings.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With a dull, loud thud, the two exchanged blows, each striking the other in the face, and both staggered backward from the impact.

"Pooh!"

Samael rubbed his swollen left cheek, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with the blood from his two teeth, and gasped for breath with a resentful look in his eyes.

"Teacher Ma, you really don't show any mercy at all."

I show no mercy?!

Where's your face? Don't you care?!

We agreed that friendship comes first, competition second, but you've used dirty tricks more often than I have! And whenever we clash, I'm almost always the one who comes out on the losing end!

We were supposed to be having a good head-on fight, but halfway through, he tried to take advantage of my inflexible turning and ambush me by circling around. I've never seen such a treacherous guy!

Chiron, supporting his nearly shattered jawbone, shook his head as waves of dizziness washed over him, looking dejected.

Fortunately, both sides were immortal. After a brief pause and a moment of recovery, their broken bones and torn tendons healed one after another, which is why they dared to fight each other so fiercely.

"Let's call it a day, let's call it a day."

Samael stretched his limbs and waved his hand, signaling a truce.

"No need. Last time you took a fancy to a bottle of wine, I gave you a whole jar."

Still holding his chin, Chiron composed himself and gave a slightly muffled, annoyed hum.

Themis, Goddess of Justice who was in charge of arbitration, nodded slightly and personally placed the laurel wreath woven from branches by the students on the head of the victor Samael.

Although both competitors were injured, it was obvious at a glance.

A certain cunning fellow was infected, mostly in harmless areas, so he was soon back to his old self.

The centaur sage, P, is in a much worse state. He has only recovered halfway and even needs Stheno and Euryale to help him walk back to his camp.

However, Chiron was not surprised by this result.

Through so many interactions with Samael, he already knew that this guy not only possessed Monstrous Strength, but could even outmaneuver Typhon's Offspring, and his fighting skills were also extraordinary.

Chiron repeatedly suffered losses due to his various techniques of deception and manipulation.

Previously, Chiron could win more games by virtue of his experience, but as Samael gradually narrowed the gap, he won fewer games and lost more.

Seeing the centaur sage's frustration, the ancient serpent winked at Anna in the distance, a knowing smile playing on its lips.

The reason this situation occurred was mainly because Samael learned Pankrasinger, a martial art he inherited from his old friend Leonidas the King of Sparta.

On the one hand, the ancestors of the Spartans were Hercules.

This Hercules is a champion in multiple events at the Olympic Games, winning almost all the awards, and is even known as the "King of Champions".

Among Heracles' many awards, the most dazzling is the Pankrasin Fighting Championship.

The Spartans, inheriting the will of their ancestors, had a strong martial spirit, and large and small fighting tournaments were frequently held within the city-state.

Therefore, the fighting experience inherited by Leonidas, the Spartan King, was all honed through countless trials.

On the other hand, at that time, the gods gradually moved to the background, and human heroes took center stage.

Due to the dilution of the world's ether and the decrease in its mystique, these heroes often need to spend more time honing their skills in order to improve their combat power.

Therefore, his Greek martial arts are an upgraded version perfected by generations of Greek gods and humans, possessing an overwhelming power that transcends time.

Besides this, Samael knew more than just Greek martial arts; his other teacher, Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan, was also a passionate martial arts enthusiast.

Samael personally experienced everything from Brazilian War Dance to learning Mexican wrestling through visual arts, and he also diligently taught it to Samael in his spare time.

In short, all his hard work wasn't for nothing. Winning in combat isn't his strong suit, but Teacher Ma still has some confidence.

Otherwise, it would be a miracle if a scoundrel like Samael readily agreed to Chiron's challenge to a fight.

But joy turns to sorrow. Just as he quietly finished exchanging glances with Anna, a soft, elegant murmur came from the audience.

"Teacher, after watching so many matches, I have some insights I'd like to share with you."

Athena raised her hand, stood up, interlaced her fingers, cracked her knuckles, and walked out of the line with a smile.

Samael was just about to find an excuse to cancel this already long and entertaining event when, unexpectedly, the Goddess of Justice, who was in charge of arbitration, nodded slightly and directly approved the application for the second match.