Boom!!
The air hummed as cyclones exploded outward. Gusts of swirling wind swept through, carving crisscrossing scars across the ground.
Perseus and the humanoid monster clashed swords in a contest of brute strength. This was Perseus's greatest specialty, one that had never failed him before, yet today he had encountered a formidable opponent and could not prevail in a single strike.
The humanoid monster's muscles were knotted and twisted, coiling together without any discernible pattern. With a furious roar, his muscles swelled, unleashing terrifying strength that sent Perseus flying.
The bronze-skinned mass of muscle crashed down, smashing a human-shaped crater into the ground. After getting back up, Perseus was still somewhat incredulous. Aside from Russell, this was the second time he had failed to gain the upper hand in a contest of strength.
A chilling gleam bore down on him with crushing pressure, making the skin on his face sting. Perseus instinctively raised his sword to block, only to be sent flying again.
Drago held his sword across the path of the team members who wanted to charge forward. This was close combat between two monsters; ordinary people should not rush in to die.
He took out his bow, nocked an arrow, and drew the string, aiming at the back of the humanoid monster's head. With a twang, sparks flew, and the impact made the creature's head jerk.
This confirmed it once more: this battle had nothing to do with them.
Russell spread out his telepathy, piercing through the dense barrier of darkness and discovering the humanoid monster's identity.
"What a sin!"
The humanoid monster was none other than the legal husband of Perseus's biological mother—the missing King Acris.
Honestly, if A'e had not told him that midnight tale with tens of thousands of words omitted, even Russell would have