Between the mountains, a huge chunk of earth had been violently gouged out and hurled into the distance. Viewed from above, the scene was overwhelmingly dramatic.
The rest of the area was riddled with cracks and abysses. Peaks had collapsed, with scarcely a complete one remaining. An enormous mountain range had been blasted into scattered ruins.
Then the blazing heat had scorched everything black, turning the entire region into a forbidden zone for life.
This devastated battlefield was where Russell and Helios had fought three days ago. Ares had specifically chosen this place for his duel with Russell not out of any kindness toward waste disposal, but because he wanted to prove, by defeating Russell, that he was stronger than the previous two.
From a psychological perspective, this was actually a sign of insecurity. Considering Ares's glorious record of never winning a battle, it was not hard to understand.
Between the mountains, two figures stood atop separate peaks. Ares was clad head to toe in armor, and the tall warhorse beneath him was equally fully equipped.
Russell wore the Sun God's ceremonial robes, his sleeves fluttering freely, presenting a stark contrast to Ares.
"Kid, you gained supreme glory here, and you will fall here as well. The world will remember the name of Ares, the Sun God of War."
"What a tacky god-name."
Russell curled his lip speechlessly. If it were him, he would never mash together two completely unrelated divine titles, then still think the name was lacking and insufficiently impressive when introducing himself.
Showing up with over a dozen prefixes—that was what a true big shot did. Before the small fry from Class One and Class Two even finished listening, they would already be crying out in terror and be too scared to fight.
"Enough nonsense. Leave your