Selene vs. Dilos, Speed vs. Strength

In the Death Wasteland region of central Africa, a golden figure and a black figure darted back and forth at speeds ordinary people could never keep up with.

Waves of black energy stretched their fangs toward Dilos inch by inch, continuing to assault him.

Dressed in a black combat suit, Selene left hundreds, even thousands, of afterimages around Dilos as she threw punch after punch at him in a frenzy.

"Not bad. You've already reached Mach 20."

With a thought, Dilos began evading at the same speed.

At Mach 20, Selene threw at least three thousand punches per second. Ordinary people could never block attacks at such a frequency. Even if both sides moved at the same speed, it would still be difficult to deal with.

Yet Dilos, maintaining the same speed as Selene, handled it with remarkable ease.

Every time Selene threw a punch, Dilos evaded it as though he had foreseen it in advance. After several consecutive seconds, Dilos looked like a gleaming golden loach in Selene's eyes—impossible to hit no matter how she attacked.

In truth, this was perfectly normal. Dilos's normal one-arm output was as high as four hundred thousand tons, and all his physical abilities were exceptionally balanced with his strength. Coupled with his powerful soul, his calculation and processing speed was extraordinarily formidable. Punches of this level were nothing to him. Even without using any abilities, he could unleash three times that much strength and speed.

Seeing this, Selene narrowed her eyes. In the blink of an eye, her speed rose again, reaching Mach 50. Her punching frequency also climbed from three thousand per second to ten thousand per second. Her attacks covered a broader, denser area, and their force became even more terrifying.

This time, Dilos could no longer handle them as calmly