Leman Russ VS Emperor

Watching Leman Russ before him, brimming with fighting spirit, Emperor nodded with great satisfaction.

"Come at me! Use your greatest strength."

"Awoooo!"

Leman Russ let out a wolf's howl and stomped hard against the ground. The ice beneath his feet shattered instantly as he launched himself toward Emperor like a cannonball.

Leman Russ's speed was immense, bringing him before Emperor in a mere heartbeat. He swung a massive fist, the air whistling as it struck directly toward Emperor's chest.

The power of this punch was enough to shatter a mountain, yet Emperor remained standing in place, a faint smile on his face.

He lifted a hand gently, easily blocking Leman Russ's attack. This time, Emperor chose not to use his psychic powers, opting instead to engage Leman Russ in a brutal, flesh-and-blood brawl.

This was an amusing game between father and son. Fenris favored close-quarters combat; if he won by using psychic powers, Russ would never be convinced. He had to defeat him in the very area where he excelled.

My son! My strength is not limited to psychic power alone; in close-quarters combat, I am also the strongest human.

"Interesting! Again!" Leman Russ roared, his body spinning violently as he delivered a heavy, powerful side kick aimed straight at Emperor's head. The speed and force of this strike reached their zenith, tearing through the air and producing a piercing sonic boom.

Yet, Emperor merely raised his hand again, effortlessly parrying the attack. His movements were elegant and composed, as if he were merely toying with a rampaging beast.

Emperor's fists moved with rapid-fire precision, striking Leman Russ's face like a torrential storm. The previous fight with Axis had been child's play, a mere test for a little one.

But for Leman Russ, a Primarch who had already reached adulthood, Emperor would show no such mercy. He intended to thoroughly test the combat prowess of a fully grown Primarch.

Leman Russ could not track the trajectory of Emperor's attacks at all; he could only endure the beating passively, unable to even mount a counterattack.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He was reduced to a giant punching bag, on the receiving end of a barrage of heavy blows that left him bruised and swollen.

"Is this the extent of your power? Too weak!"

"Russ, did you not eat enough? Or have you had too much to drink? I feel your punches have even less power than that little one from before!" Emperor's tone carried a hint of playfulness.

Leman Russ was not enraged by Emperor's words; instead, he grew more excited. He retreated a few steps, clenched his fists, and tensed his muscles once more. His body swelled slightly, his muscles becoming even more solid, and a faint silver glow began to emerge from his skin.

His eyes flashed with a wild, feral light. The Wolf Bloodline had fully awakened; the fangs in Leman Russ's mouth became more prominent, sharp claws sprouted from his hands, and his eyes turned blood-red.

This was a combat stance he had never used before, a complete liberation of the wolf's savagery within him.

Seeing this, Emperor nodded slightly. When he created the 6th Primarch, he had spliced in certain canine characteristics—specifically, the wolf gene. Leman Russ's sharp teeth could even bite through power armor or weapons.

Even the teeth of his gene-sons could snap alloys and crush ceramite.

"Hahaha! That's more like it! Come again! Let me see your strength, stranger."

A fully liberated Leman Russ laughed and charged at Emperor once more. This time, his attacks were even more ferocious, his fists and feet raining down like a storm. Each strike carried the power to topple mountains, as if he were a giant wolf in human form.

Leman Russ's assault was incredibly savage, his eyes burning with a bloodthirsty light. A series of wild wolf howls echoed through the air, joined by the cries of the two wolf brothers who had followed him.

The two wolves, who had grown up alongside Leman Russ, wanted to rush in to assist and fight Emperor together with him.

But Leman Russ waved them off. This was his fight alone; he would allow no one else to interfere.

"Hah! Awoo!" Leman Russ roared, launching himself at Emperor like a cannonball. This time, he was faster and stronger, leaving an afterimage in the air.

The two engaged in another intense exchange, golden fists and claws colliding to create massive shockwaves and thunderous sounds.

Yet, no matter how Leman Russ attacked, Emperor remained rooted to the spot. With one hand behind his back, he blocked every strike with a single hand. Emperor's strength was like an immovable mountain; no matter how hard Leman Russ tried, he could not break through.

Leman Russ's attacks were like a gale, every punch and claw-swipe whistling as it tore through the air, as if he meant to overturn the entire frozen wasteland. His fangs glinted with cold light, his blood-red eyes filled with feral intent, and he attacked Emperor with the madness of a true wolf.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Emperor's fists hammered into Leman Russ's chest, shoulders, and abdomen like iron mallets. Each heavy blow made Leman Russ's body tremble.

Leman Russ felt as though his bones were being shattered. He had never endured such heavy blows, and they left him struggling to keep his footing.

Even though Leman Russ's Wolf Bloodline had fully awakened and his speed and strength had reached their peak, he still appeared powerless before Emperor.

Leman Russ gritted his teeth, retreated a few steps, clenched his fists tightly, and tensed his muscles to charge once more.

But the Wolf King was now at the end of his rope. He had exhausted every trick and fully unleashed his savagery, yet he still could not defeat his opponent. The battle was drawing to a close.

An hour passed. Leman Russ was now fighting purely on willpower, swinging his fists unconsciously. There was no technique left, only blind, desperate attacks, his punches landing with no weight behind them.

Leman Russ's consciousness began to blur. Seeing this, Emperor shook his head and delivered a sweeping kick, knocking Leman Russ to the ground.

Leman Russ lay on the ground, gasping for air. He could not pull himself back up; at this moment, he lacked even the strength to blink.

He had lost—lost completely. He had been beaten into submission by the man before him who claimed to be his father.

The two wolf brothers ran over, whimpering as they reached Leman Russ's side, then turned to glare at Emperor with fierce, low growls.

"Do you concede now, my son?" Emperor asked, looking down at the prone Leman Russ.

"Heh... you are indeed stronger than me. You win! Just as we agreed, I will follow you to join the Great Crusade and pledge my loyalty to you, Father." Leman Russ said from the ground.