Violence and Ferocity

In the natural food chain, lower creatures tended to involuntarily exhibit some stress responses when facing certain superior creatures.

It was an instinct imprinted deep within them after millions of years of evolution—the fear of facing natural enemies.

Known in legend as Gorgon, Medusa naturally had no natural enemies since she herself was the most terrifying monster in the world.

Yet, at this moment, she felt something restraining her far more than any so-called natural enemy as she faced Arkhan.

God-Slayer!

Having slain God-King Nuada and Final God Vortigern, Arkhan was bestowed with a personal skill against divinity. Although it hadn't reached the highest rank, against a Servant like Medusa carrying divinity, it was already a considerable threat!

*Swish!*

An arrow suddenly tore through the air at extreme speed, with a light green magical aura covering its tip, accelerating its velocity while greatly enhancing its penetration.

Only Atalanta, a follower of the Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis, could clearly capture every fast move of Arkhan in his current state and respond in time.

As the piercing whistle grew louder, Arkhan didn't even consider turning around; instead, he raised his other arm to block the arrow.

*Pu-chi!*

The arrow enveloped in a faint green glow instantly pierced through the black scales covering his arm and stuck. Its own power was exhausted upon impact, unable to cause further damage.

Seeing this, Atalanta's cat ears twitched, while her rapidly dilating pupils betrayed her inner turmoil.

She had unleashed that arrow with full power, leaving nothing behind, even a tough demon boar would have been shattered by it. Yet, this man, with just one hand, managed to resist the arrow with his own flesh.

How terrifying must his monstrous body be?

As he blocked the arrow, Arkhan's expression remained unchanged. His fingers closed in, precise as a surgical instrument, cutting through the air in a perfect black arc, slicing past Medusa's eyes.

A thick crimson instantly filled Medusa's vision, followed by an indescribable agony.

"AAAHHHHHH—!!!"

Medusa stumbled back, blood streaming from her eyes, unable to suppress her screams of pain.

From Arkhan's transformation to his blinding of Medusa's Mystic Eyes, the entire sequence lasted only a breath. It was only when her screams reached her ears that Tristan finally grasped what had happened.

Watching Medusa cover her eyes while writhing in pain on the ground and blood seeping through Arkhan's fingers, a chill crawled up Tristan's spine.

Traumatic memories of bloodshed, deeply etched into Tristan's soul, flooded back. The brutal reality crushed the pleasure and arrogance she had felt earlier, leaving only endless fear and trepidation.

Only now did she realize the immense gap between them and this outsider.

As Arkhan had said, in front of a dragon, no matter how numerous the ants, they couldn't bridge the immense gap in strength. Not to mention a dragon, even the idea of ants overwhelming an elephant was nothing but wishful thinking.

"GAAAAAA—!!!"

Asterios roared angrily, brandishing his heavy, sharp axes. His massive body thundered across the ground, charging at Arkhan like a heavy tank.

*Rumble—!*

As the trembling ground awakened Tristan from her horror, she watched Asterios charge fearlessly toward Arkhan, her pupils couldn't help but contract sharply.

Her intense fear coalesced into a piercing scream that soon echoed.

"Stop! Don't go!"

Unfortunately, Tristan's warning was ultimately too late.

"GAAAAAAA—!!!"

Asterios roared wildly, his muscular arms wielding two heavy axes with agility, resembling a giant from mythology, swinging down toward Arkhan's head without mercy.

As the sharp blades of the axes reflected in Arkhan's black, unfathomable eyes, his expression remained as calm as still waters. Without flinching, he raised his arm covered in black dragon scales to meet the descending axes.

*DING!*

Two giant axes made contact with Arkhan's arm, emitting a crisp metal sound. Dazzling sparks danced between his palm and the axes that were capable of splitting mountains and rocks, now halted by this seemingly fragile black-scaled hand.

This scene, as seen in any movie or show, would have brought about profound shock and awe. But here, happening so raw and bare before Tristan's eyes, there was only horror.

Asterios stood rooted to the ground for a moment before reacting.

Gripping two axes handle with both hands, Asterios attempted to launch another attack, yet his axes felt wedged in a crevice, refusing to budge at all.

With his fingers, Arkhan gripped the blades of the axes, unaffected by Asterios's tugging. His body remained as still as a mountain on the earth.

In the next moment, Arkhan pulled the axes back forcefully, and Asterios's body was instantly swept forward by the unstoppable force, only to be punched before he even hit the ground. Yet, before he could fully land, a thigh encased in silver armor rapidly expanded before his eyes.

*BANG!*

Arkhan's leg whipped mercilessly across Asterios's face, accompanied by ripples of impact spreading out.

In an instant, the bull-headed mask covering Asterios's face shattered, and his towering body flew like a lifeless prop through the air, tracing a perfect arc before crashing onto a small hill about ten meters away, unconscious.

*Drip* *Drip-Drip-Drip*

The long-awaited rain finally began to fall, enveloping the entire world in a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere with its delicate, glistening threads.

Beneath the pitch-black sky, a humanoid black dragon clad in silver armor stretched his body freely, unabashedly displaying his violence and ferocity, like a demon king descended from hell.

As the turbulent rain extended in a continuous line from the heavy sky, the sound of raindrops was never-ending. Clear water droplets slid along the veins of tender green leaves, falling onto the ground and gathering together, resembling the blood vessels of a human body winding on the ground.

Tristan's hair and clothes were soaked by the rain, completely devoid of their usual magnificence, rather resembling a bedraggled wet hen.

Mud splattered onto her over-the-knee boots, staining them with a disreputable mess. In the past, she would have been furious upon seeing her beloved shoes get dirty, but now she just stood there, dazed, her eyes lacking their usual spark.

In a daze, the hoarse wails of Medusa still echoed in her ears, while in the dim corner of her vision, Asterios lay motionless, half of his body seemingly buried in the hill that had been smashed apart.

And there, right in front of her, was that demonic figure, as black as an abyss, calmly bathed in the pouring rain.

As the rain slid down the demonic figure's silver armor, it splattered all the way to the depths of her heart, pooling into a puddle of icy fear.