"Athena, are you really going to fight your own brother?" On the battlefield of Sparta, unlike Athena, whose face was neither flushed nor breathless, Ares, her opponent, was already panting heavily, exhausted to the point of resembling a dead dog.
Athena, originally the goddess of war, had already possessed greater combat ability than Ares. What was more, she had now been meticulously trained by Meruem.
Having passed through several worlds, Meruem had honed his martial arts to the utmost limit. His control over power had reached a terrifyingly precise level.
And just how frightening was Athena, whom he had personally taught? The battle before them was proof enough. Unlike Ares, who fought like a barbarian, wildly throwing punches, Athena only needed the least amount of strength to inflict the greatest damage.
Ares had already been slightly inferior to Athena in divine power. With one side waning while the other grew stronger, Ares's chances of victory steadily diminished as time passed.
That was how the current situation had come about: Athena was virtually unharmed, while Ares had already spent more than half his stamina.
Ares had originally hoped Aphrodite would come to his aid, but Aphrodite could barely protect herself against Meruem now.
Sorry, but Meruem also knew Barrier Techniques and Sealing Techniques. And they were the refined products of his experiences across several worlds. Unless Aphrodite surpassed Meruem in strength, she could forget about ever breaking through the seal in this lifetime.
Athena's battlefield was already nearing its end, and likewise, the battle between the Saint Seiya and the Berserkers was also approaching its conclusion.
The Berserkers were indeed quite strong, but as the scales of victory tilted toward Athena, their fists grew increasingly powerless. Unlike the Saint Seiya, whose power came from their own training, or the Specters, whose