Chapter 92 Reality is cruel, I...am your reality!
Stephen appeared to possess a natural ability to destroy the atmosphere. Initially, everyone's fighting spirit was motivated by Hippolyte, but Stephen discouraged them with just one word.
Hippolyte remained silent.
Diana glared at Stephen, about to speak, when suddenly she saw a few black tentacles attack.
The sword of Hephaestus was drawn.
With a swish, the tentacles fell.
I must say that the Hephaestus sword is indeed a divine weapon. Hephaestus' name cannot be taken lightly. It is a sharp sword capable of cutting at the subatomic level!
The tentacles on this side had barely been cut off when the First Born rushed toward Stephen from the other side.
For seven thousand years, the First Born had climbed from the depths of the earth with a monstrous intent to kill and hatred toward the gods. Initially, he only wanted to reclaim what belonged to him, such as ascending to the throne. But now, his thinking had changed. He wanted to destroy everything, whether it was a god or a human.
Initially, no one, not even the gods, could stand up against him until Stephen appeared. Obviously, he was not a god, but he possessed godly powers. He could even kill a god with his own power!
The First Born was defeated.
It was a complete failure.
But before he could fight again, he was taken back to Olympus by Apollo. When Apollo abused him to make him surrender, the First Born killed him and killed the gods on Olympus. He became even stronger, killing Poseidon, Hades, the god of the sea, and even Cassandra who had followed him to help.
He felt he was now strong enough to return.
With vengeful anger!
His current power was countless times stronger than before. Even if you were to possess the same power as me at that time, it would still be insufficient!
"Go to hell!"
The First Born snorted as he threw his fist at Stephen like a missile capable of destroying everything.
Boom!
The two fists collided, and the immense power made Stephen instantly retreat. Two long trails were drawn on the hard ground, and he slid more than ten meters away before he could stop.
Diana, Female Firestorm, Hera, and everyone else widened their eyes, especially Diana. This was the first time she had seen Stephen lose in a competition.
How could this be?
As everyone watched in astonishment, Stephen shook his broken arm slightly, and the injury instantly healed completely in a few seconds.
"So... five times?" Stephen didn't seem to be affected at all, but looked at the First Born with interest. "Your power has increased five times compared to last time. Is this because you swallowed the flesh and blood of the gods and gained power or because you absorbed their sources? The latter is unlikely. Although one person can have many sources, now that the new gods are rising, the old gods can hardly do this, so it's your own ability."
"As an old god, you are a special case. I doubt if the Wall of Origin deliberately wants to use your hand to destroy the old god."
"No one can use me!" Although the First Born didn't understand what he meant, he denied it.
"You won't know even if you were used." Stephen smiled and raised his eyebrows. "So... the second round?"
"Die!"
The First Born screamed and rushed over.
Stephen didn't move, nor did the slightest sense of tension and seriousness appear on his face. He slowly raised his arm as if he were stretching his waist, and hit the First Born's fist.
[Unlimited stacking, ten times!]
Boom!
The impact of a stronger force than before oscillated instantly, as if a hurricane passed by and blew everything around it instantly. In the strong wind, the First Born's body was seen flying upside down and directly penetrating the distant mountain.
The mountain collapsed and buried him.
"You...you..." Diana stuttered as she pierced the Hephaestus sword into the ground to stabilize her body, and looked at Stephen in a daze.
"You didn't think I would really lose, did you? This joke isn't funny," Stephen chuckled. "If I hadn't calculated how many times his power was increasing and how he was pushing back exponentially, do you think he would have shaken me? I was already stronger than a tiger, so why play a pig?"
Stephen had no interest in playing pig-eat-tiger. If you want to pretend to be weak, you have to do it in front of someone you don't know or who hasn't seen what you can do. Pretending to lose in front of anyone who knows his strength in this circle is boring.
The last time Stephen crushed him with twice the strength of the firstborn, but this time the firstborn was improved by five times. Stephen crushed him with ten times the strength.
It was too much, and Stephen feared he would become desperate!
Rumbling.
A loud noise came from the other side of the mountain, causing rubble to shake away. The First Born emerged from it, looking embarrassed and glaring at Stephen.
In a short moment, he approached Stephen again.
Boom!
Punch.
First Born retreated.
He shot again in anger.
Boom!
It was another punch.
First Born was sent back again.
Stephen stood in place like a baseball hitter, easily hitting the 'ball' again and again!
Boom!
Stephen knocked the First Born out once again, and said to the dazed Diana, "If I were you, I would take care of those monsters first."
"What?!"
Diana realized that the opponents on Paradise Island were not only the First Born, and immediately turned to join the battle.
Their morale and fighting spirit grew stronger.
If Hippolyta's words had only made them choose death rather than surrender and fight bravely, then Stephen's act of crushing the First Born greatly increased their confidence and gave them a psychological advantage that had already defeated the enemy. In this case, every Amazon warrior had the advantage, making them braver and stronger than before.
Being beaten again and again, the First Born, who was as helpless as the last time, became angrier and angrier.
His killing intent and power grew stronger and stronger.
The anger seemed to cloud his thoughts, and a stronger force burst out of his body. The tentacles behind him gradually turned into a pair of demonic wings and began to frantically absorb the vitality and energy around him. The world behind him seemed to be turning dark and empty.
"Is this a joke?"
"I'll just kill you and be done with it."
Watching the changes in the First Born, Saint Stephen said with his venomous tongue, "I bet you think you're awesome now, maybe you're even thinking about how to destroy the world, right? It's useless. Reality is cruel..."
As he spoke, Stephen had already raised his fist and rushed towards the First Born.
His initial strength skyrocketed, and he fiercely punched to resist.
[Unlimited stacking, fifty times.]
"Because I am... your reality!"
Boom!
As their fists collided, Stephen's fist quickly crushed the First Born's fist and arm like a bulldozer, with a loud bang at the end.
The First Born exploded!...
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