The Second Event: Divine Duels

As Adam's voice pierced the chaotic battlefield noises, Heracles shook his head.

Jaw clenched, his eyes darted between his Nemean hide and the sparkling red hand gripping it.

"On my knees?" He spat, his fingers trembling around his club. "You're no warrior, a coward I'll crush much more easily than the beasts and gods I fought!"

Disdain curling his lips and anger clouding his eyes, he rushed at Adam valiantly. Losing the hide? It didn't matter when his half-divine muscles could endure this puny dragonling's strikes.

His club whistled, pressuring the howling wind before Adam.

However, as Wukong said, skills would always prevail if the strength difference wasn't overwhelming... just like now.

Animated by his sharp instincts, Adam lept. Spinning above the missed blow, flames burst from his feet to increase his momentum as his leg split the air like an axe.

BAM