Chapter 916 Four Vs. One

When Cu Chulainn heard this, his eyes flashed with a firm light, and his chest suddenly stood up, like a towering mountain, unshakable. A stubborn look appeared on his face, which was the persistence of his own beliefs and the respect for his master Scathach.

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He tightly grasped the red magic spear in his hand, which was the symbol of his battle and the source of his strength. The magic spear danced in his hand, like a red fire snake tumbling in the air, making a deafening whistle, as if to tear the surrounding air apart. Every swing was accompanied by the vibration of the air, forming tiny cracks, as if even the space was trembling with his power.

Strong winds emanated from the magic spear, forming invisible forces, pressing the surrounding soil to crack inch by inch, as if even the earth was trembling with Cu Chulainn's power. He was like the center of the storm. No matter how the outside world changed, his heart was as firm as before.

"Then let me do it first!" Cu Chulainn shouted, his voice full of confidence and determination. He stomped his feet heavily on the ground, his leg muscles bounced like springs, and his figure rushed out instantly, rushing towards Chang Wei.

His figure was like a blue electric light, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the air. He was so fast that he seemed to burn the air. When he was more than five meters away from Chang Wei, he suddenly stabbed out the spear in his hand. The scarlet spear tip drew a bloody arc in the air, as if to pierce the heart of all enemies standing in front of it.

At this moment, Cu Chulainn seemed to see the death of the enemy pierced through the heart. His eyes were full of determination and cruelty, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on this spear. He knew that the First Emperor was very strong, but he also believed that he had a chance to defeat him.

However, just as he was about to stab Chang Wei, Scathach's voice rang in his ears: "It's stupid."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water poured on his head, making him sober up instantly. Only then did he realize that he might have fallen into some kind of trap.

Sure enough, the next moment he felt that the magic spear in his hand suddenly lost control.

He watched in shock as his magic spear twisted and rotated in the air, as if controlled by an invisible force. He tried to regain control of the magic spear, but the force was so strong that he could not resist.

"Nani?"

Cu Chulainn exclaimed, he couldn't believe that his weapon would lose control in the battle. He tried his best to regain control of the magic spear, but the force became stronger and stronger, as if to take his magic spear away completely.

He didn't see the foreplay of that earth-shattering battle, but only saw the sequel and the end. Gilgamesh, the arrogant guy, was eliminated, and Lancer applauded directly.

So he only knew that the First Emperor was very strong, but he didn't know that the First Emperor could forcibly seize other people's weapons and treasures and melt them into his own twelve golden men.

When Lancer was about to be robbed of his magic spear and melted into the First Emperor's twelve golden men,

"Roar, roar, roar--"

In this deep forest, it was originally so quiet that only the rustling of leaves could be heard. Suddenly, a low and shocking roar broke the silence.

This roar was like the roar of an ancient beast, which made everyone's heartbeat accelerate instantly, and the blood in the body seemed to boil.

I saw a huge figure rushing over. It was a giant several feet tall, with knotted muscles, as if carved from the hardest rock.

His face was ferocious and wild, and his eyes flashed with red light, as if they could devour everything.

Berserker Hercules, he is the embodiment of power and the representative of violence.

He stood there, like a towering mountain, giving people a feeling that he could not be shaken.

The white steam spewed out of his mouth and nose spread in the air, exuding a manic breath and undisguised murderous intent.

Hercules' eyes were full of violence and wildness, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and pierce Chang Wei's heart.

Every muscle in his body was tense, as if he could burst out amazing power at any time. Every breath he took was accompanied by the violent ups and downs of his chest, making the air around him tremble.

Suddenly, Hercules let out a thunderous roar, and his body trembled violently, as if he had accumulated all his strength. He took heavy steps and charged towards Chang Wei.

His footsteps shook the earth like thunder, and Hercules was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning across the sky. In a blink of an eye, he had rushed to Chang Wei.

He jumped high, holding an unnamed axe sword in both hands, and slashed down with unparalleled strength and momentum.

The power of this blow was so great that the surrounding air was squeezed and deformed by this force, as if even the space was torn apart.

Chang Wei was unmoved. He didn't know when his eyes had turned golden, and he calmly watched the unmarked axe sword that was chopped down.

At this critical moment, a golden figure appeared out of thin air and blocked in front of him. It was a golden man, who was about the same height as Hercules, and his whole body was shining with golden light, as if it was made of pure gold.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest to block Hercules' jumping chop steadily.

Boom!

A loud noise shook the sky, and Hercules' unmarked axe sword collided with the golden man's arms, bursting out with dazzling light.

The surrounding ground was broken by the impact of this force, and the soil and leaves were lifted high, forming a huge arc-shaped pit.

Although Hercules was powerful, the golden man was extremely powerful and invulnerable, and he blocked the attack steadily.

Seeing this, Hercules' eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect that the golden man could actually block his full-strength attack.

After all, when he fought with Chang Wei, Chang Wei just used magic to release (water) to play with Hercules and killed him several times.

It was the first time to fight against the twelve golden men.

However, he did not retreat because of this.

On the contrary, he swung the nameless axe and sword more violently, bursting out with more terrifying speed and power.

He chopped and chopped, and each attack was as fierce as a storm.

The golden man was not to be outdone, he clenched his fists and started a fierce hand-to-hand fight with Hercules.

Each collision between them would cause dazzling sparks and strong shock waves, breaking the surrounding trees and lifting the soil.

The entire battlefield was enveloped by their destructive power and became a mess.

Scathach stared at Hercules closely.