Salasis

A Volcanic Giant High-God, willing to spar without using Divine Power, where else could I find such a good deal.

Thus, Hermes found himself getting more and more excited as they fought.

Every punch he threw was incredibly precise, every kick landed with immense force.

Fist met flesh, foot found its mark.

Though the old man with the red beard fought bravely, facing Hermes' near-perfect body coordination and strength control, he began to feel overwhelmed.

Obvious wounds started appearing on his body, and blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Salasis, with his stubborn nature, insisted on not using Divine Power to heal.

He pushed his stubbornness to the absolute limit.

"The patriarch is injured!"

The group of unfilial descendants in the distance finally noticed something was wrong.

"The patriarch can get hurt too? He actually gets beaten sometimes?"

Truly unfilial descendants!

Seeing their patriarch completely at a disadvantage, these young giants felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Awesome?!"

"Is this blonde guy also a giant? Looking at his build and skin color, he's definitely a giant species."

Since it was a pre-arranged fight, and a bare-knuckle brawl at that, they weren't worried about their patriarch's safety at all.

The patriarch was a High-God, and his opponent was just a mere Middle-God. What was there to worry about?

"Hahaha, finally, it's not just us getting beaten!"

To get a clearer view of the fight, they all shrunk their bodies.

They spectated, enjoying the thrill of watching someone else get physically beaten.

It was incredibly satisfying!

Finally, after another fierce collision, the old man with the red beard was hit in the chest by a punch from Hermes.

"Pfft~!" Salasis's chest cavity caved in.

He was sent flying like a huge rock, landing heavily on the scorched ground far away.

Kicking up a cloud of dust.

He tried to stand up, but ultimately knelt on one knee, panting heavily, sparks flying from his breath. He was clearly exhausted.

Without using Divine Power to recover, the red-bearded Salasis had no strength left to fight.

Hermes didn't pursue. This was his preferred fighting style anyway.

"So satisfying~!"

He couldn't help but roar.

Perhaps influenced by his special race, Hermes increasingly felt like a berserker.

"Why do I like such violent and direct combat so much?"

"It's the Golden Mountain Bloodline!"

Every human bloodline harbored violent genes. In his past life, Hermes loved watching car crash videos.

He didn't understand why, but now he finally found a reason to comfort himself.

In any case, Hermes would never admit to being violent; he attributed everything to his true form.

"However, this old man with the red beard really suits my taste!"

Thus, Hermes looked at Salasis with eyes full of admiration.

A mutual appreciation.

So, we're the same kind of people!

"Are you alright?!"

Hermes walked up to the red-bearded old man, Salasis.

He extended his hand and said, "You are a truly respectable opponent."

"Being able to strictly adhere to the rules and not use High-level God Power is the most admirable thing!"

This was truly rare!

He could have easily turned the tables by releasing even a sliver of his Divine Power, but Salasis stubbornly resisted the primal urge.

He'd rather lose face in front of his descendants than break the combat agreement.

It was something ordinary people could hardly do.

Along the way, Hermes encountered too many who bullied the weak.

Like the bandits along the road.

This group of people were often ignorant fools who didn't know their limits, even just High-Gods who had refined their Divine Sparks.

They came to rob with joy and died with joy.

Bad at playing, but loved to play!

Compared to Salasis before him, those guys were nothing.

"Hahaha~!"

After getting over the initial awkwardness, the old man with the red beard raised his head again, letting out a hearty laugh.

He had always been open-minded.

"So refreshing, it's been a long time since I felt this refreshed!"

From the old man's laughter, Hermes could actually hear sincerity.

Perhaps Volcanic Giants disdained lying hypocritically; facing opponents head-on was the way of life for Volcanic Giants.

Regardless of victory or defeat!

"My name is Salasis, and I am the chief of the Bis Volcanic Giant Tribe."

He grabbed the hand Hermes extended and used Divine Power to heal his physical injuries.

This also showed his attitude.

He surrendered!

Proud as he was, he surrendered without hesitation.

If he hadn't surrendered!

He would never have used High-level God Power to heal his body.

Resting for a moment before fighting again was the creed of Volcanic Giants.

"My name is Hermes!"

It was the first time Hermes had spoken his true name, and it was in Hell, far from the Great Earth God Realm.

One had to admit, sincerity had always been the most deadly.

"Ah~! Your Strength and your power are equally admirable, Hermes. From today onwards, you are a friend of our Salasis Tribe."

Looking at Hermes, a complex emotion flashed in Salasis's eyes.

Admiration? Appreciation? Envy?

Perhaps all of them!

Finally, he revealed a hearty smile and gripped Hermes's hand tightly.

"Roar roar roar~!"

The surrounding giants erupted in cheers, excited by the shocking duel.

Volcanic Giants, a race that worshipped absolute violence.

They were also a special race with keen soul perception.

Hermes's sincerity.

Not only Chief Salasis could feel it, but even these lower-level Gods and even the little ones who were only at Saint strength could feel it.

"Do you really have to leave?"

A group of red-skinned Volcanic Giants looked at Hermes with pleading eyes.

Their eyes were full of reluctance.

"Yeah, without you here, we'll be the ones getting abused!"

Several Volcanic Giants with lower-level God and Mid-level God Strength thought to themselves.

Although they were straightforward, they weren't stupid, so they only thought this and didn't say it out loud.

Otherwise, They would definitely face the loving fists of their chief.

"I can't, Salasis, I still need to participate in the Demon Assessment."

Hermes had already decided.

Before heading to the Purple Crystal Mountain Range, he wanted to get himself a Demon Medal.

"You know, when I go out with this kind of strength, I always encounter inexplicable robberies."

Hermes was like a Golden Mountain, and Salasis's group was like the volcanoes of the Bis Volcano Group.

Although one had a natural talent for the Great Earth Law and the other had a natural talent for the Flame Law, their naturally straightforward personalities were compatible.

In a sense, Hermes could also be classified as a giant.

For example, the Earth Giant, and the king of the Earth Giants, the Earth Monarch.

This isn't to say they look alike, but rather that their personalities and habits are similar.

For instance, Hermes, like the Volcanic Giants, dislikes living in relatively safe cities.

He prefers the wilderness!

Especially the vast mountain ranges rich with the scent of nature.

"Indeed~!"

Hermes had settled in the Bis Volcano Group for decades, during which time he had sparred with Salasis numerous times.

Over time.

His fusion with the strength of a demigod could no longer be hidden, nor did Hermes intend to hide it.

It wasn't anything new.

As long as Salasis fought Hermes with his normal strength.

He would naturally be able to tell.

Besides, there were countless demigods in Hell who had fused with Profound Mysteries.