Novel & Cerita Hunter Academy's Strongest Battle God

With rage and fury, he pierced through the enemy’s body with his sword. At that moment, Tadhg appeared before James. As he raised his arm, a mysterious inscription that contained terrifying power materialized. Exploding in mid-air, James was attacked by the powerful force, and he stumbled backward. At the same time, Thea, Nico, Helvius, and Silvester were engaged in a fierce battle. Meanwhile, Ludwig retreated to the rear. His expression darkened as he observed the battle. As a Quasi Ancestral God, he could tell that James was this powerful because of the Nine Heavens God-Annihilating Formation. Once the Formation was broken, James’ strength would diminish.

And the key to this balance is the strength of Haunt Uncle, which cannot be directly defeated. The overwhelming force of the Ghost Scene Female General, even if it's just a little, will slow down the transport of the war god Asura. Tadhg Walter also did not answer the Ghost Scene Female General, but gently took a step forward. The light of his left palm flashed, and the overwhelming force was once again horizontal, straight down towards Haunt Uncle. "Look, I'm going to prepare you a trump card! This hit, only this blink of an eye, can unleash the strongest power!"

The explosive power of that sort of Chi could not be matched by the explosive power of Chi at the peak of the true god-level. “There are so many people here! My goodness. The battle has ended. I didn’t think that our people would die!” Yet at this moment, a group of disciples from the Bloodshed Clan came over. Four or five hundred of them, and ten of them who were at the ultimate god-level. There were also those who were at second-grade or third-grade, and the leader was actually a fifth-grade ultimate god-level fighter. Kenneth and the others, who had already finished gathering the spoils of war, immediately came by Fane and the others’ side. All of them looked forward with serious expressi

In a moment like this, where everyone lived in fear of each other, finding someone else who refused to be a guild lapdog felt like meeting a real kindred spirit. "Man, I like your vibe." Gavin lowered his voice, gesturing at his own hauler. "Sure, your motorhome's big and looks impressive, but that type usually has thin armor and a soft core — takes a real beating in an actual fight. This hauler of mine, whatever else it lacks, it's got thick skin and heavy-hitting power." He thumped his chest proudly. "Once we're through the gate, if anyone gives you trouble, come find me. I've got your back!"

He hoped what he had gleaned was enough to see him through. Hunter came at the Dine low and swift, with arms thrown wide as if to embrace him, knife tip catching glints of moonlight. Hotuaekhaashtait braced to meet his rush, no longer slighting the ability or strength of this strange youth as darkness seemed to well up around Hunter, making it difficult to follow his movements. But Hotuaekhaashtait was no callow youth. Fear was not something to easily settle in his heart or sway his hand. He was old in the arts of battle and its subtleties. He knew how to gauge an enemy and test their skill, how to ride the plain and feed the tribe in the lean, dry years that winnowed the weak from the stron

Her touch was powerful, and I couldn’t continue scaring her like this. “This is the god of war, Ryder. He’s not an easy opponent and I believe that is why he bested you the first day you two met on the training grounds. That was only a glimpse of his powers, yours are bound. We have to think realistically here, he could kill you.”

Without hesitation, he charged at the remaining Evil God Apostles. One devastating secret technique followed another. Even forbidden arts were unleashed without restraint. Lightning gathered around his claws as thunder rumbled across the sky. Bolts descended from above, striking the battlefield while his claws swept across the air, leaving countless afterimages that drowned the remaining Evil God Apostles. The Evil God Apostles were elite warriors specially trained for assassination and battle. They were powerful enough to rival top warriors. Naturally… They didn’t stand still and wait for death. Joining their powers together, they unleashed a combined attack.

I covered my mouth and screamed, as if I had just seen a ghost. 2 Perhaps Shia did not know who he was. But I recognized that face immediately. Thor, the God of Strength, son of Odin—one of the chief gods reborn in Asgard. Alongside Hodr, the God of Darkness, and Heimdall, the Guardian God, he belonged to the same battle unit. Together, they had slaughtered countless members of the Vanir. Though none of them individually matched Lan’s strength, the three seemed bound together in spirit and soul from birth. Whenever they appeared simultaneously within Vanir territory, no survivors were ever left behind.

“You will come with us.” Xander’s growl was a low, resonant rumble that shook the very foundation of the stone. “You’ll bleed first.” There was no warning, as the world broke. Guards surged forward - fifteen, maybe twenty - enough to take down a dozen of an elite Hydra Hunters, enough to choke a small army. They carried silver-woven nets, rune-stamped shock batons, and muzzle-binding chains engineered for supernatural restraint. Xander and his siblings met them like a storm made of bone and pure, tearing teeth.

Even if the hundreds of helicopters were far enough, they were still affected by Bourne's energy and they struggled to remain stable. Mason faced Bourne's energy up close. His loose clothes flapped loudly in the wind like an ordinary person facing a 6 or 7-force gale. Mason knew he was no match for Bourne after feeling his energy. He had no choice other than to fight. Boom! He also released his peak God Ranker energy to the extreme. Tens of billions of people were staring at this battle with a huge disparity in strength. A peak God Ranker and a partial Super-God.