Just call me Thor

Chapter 534: Now, you’re worthy of fighting me



"I'm your daddy."

Ares's casual declaration left Mike utterly speechless.

Did that really just happen?

At that time, Maxen was still young.

And Ares? Even younger.

With just one strike, Ares had shattered the sword in Maxen's hand.

Mike watched closely, not wanting to miss a single detail.

After being insulted, Maxen's expression froze for a second.

As Morpheus's godson, when had he ever been treated like this?!

Who the hell are you to call yourself my daddy?

Are you a Supreme Being too?

Before Maxen could even respond, Ares stepped forward and unleashed several more strikes.

To Mike, it seemed as though the world had slowed down, as if time itself had shifted.

He saw it—a flash of sword light!

No, not just one-many sword lights!

In the blink of an eye, Ares had slashed countless times!

[FIFTEEN MILLION, SIX HUNDRED FORTY-TWO THOUSAND, THREE HUNDRED TWENTY- SIX Sword Strikes]

Mike: ???

Why format it like that? Just to make the number look longer?

Regardless, for the first time in his life, Mike had seen Ares's swordsmanship clearly!

In other words, if they were of the same age and power level, Mike was confident he could survive against Ares!

As Mike processed the sight of the sword lights, he realized they had all landed around Maxen, forming... a sword prison?

Inside the sword prison, Maxen looked utterly bewildered, completely unaware of what had just happened.

He had only one thought in his head:

Who is this swordsman? What's with these random sword strikes? And why the hell is he calling himself my daddy?!

Outside the sword prison, the black-clad swordsman remained calm and spoke.

"Learn three sword techniques, and you'll survive. Learn seven, and you can break out of this sword prison."

He paused for a moment, then added with a hint of pride,

"Out of the 15,642,326 sword strikes, I used 97 different sword techniques. If you can learn them all, I'll take you as my godson."

Maxen: ???

Are you insane? I never said I wanted to be your son!

Maxen, defiant as ever, shouted from inside the sword prison, "I don't need another godfather!"

Maxen already had a biological father and a Supreme Being godfather. He didn't need to add another one to the mix!

Outside the sword prison, Ares sneered.

"If you can't learn them, and you want to give up, just call me 'Daddy,' and I'll let you out."

Maxen: ...

What the hell is this?!

Learn all 97 sword techniques, and Ares would take Maxen as his godson.

Fail to learn them, and Maxen would have to call Ares "Daddy."

Is there even a difference?!

After saying his piece, Ares turned and walked away.

From inside the sword prison, Maxen's anguished cry echoed out.

"At least give me a sword if you want me to learn swordsmanship!"

Maxen's sword had been shattered by Ares earlier.

"You think you're worthy of using a sword with your skills?" Ares scoffed, pulling out a flail and tossing it into the sword prison. "Here, use this flail instead."

...

Mike watched the black-clad swordsman walk away, then glanced back at Maxen, who was

left behind.

Now, he had to make a choice.

Should he stay and watch Maxen learn swordsmanship, or follow Ares?

Is that even a question?

Mike immediately chose to follow Ares!

Not long after Mike caught up, the black-clad swordsman suddenly stopped, turned toward

Mike's direction, and snorted.

"Who are you? Sneaking around like that!"

Mike: ???

Ares can see me?

Wait, something wasn't right!

Mike responded naturally, "Brother, I'm your long-lost, unrelated-by-blood brother!"

"What nonsense," the black-clad swordsman rolled his eyes, scanning the surroundings with

a knowing look.

"You're watching a recording of the past, aren't you?"

Of course, it's Ares-he figured it out instantly!

Mike nodded, not bothering to hide the truth. He even offered more information.

"It's 172 years later. I'm the fourth potential Supreme Being, Thor."

"No need to tell me all that. I won't remember it," Ares said, his tone casual, as if he had dealt with this kind of situation many times before.

Seeing Mike's confusion, Ares explained, "My talent allows me to sense changes in time and space. When you watch me from the future, I can feel it and even communicate with you, like we're doing now. But as a consequence, I won't retain any memory of this afterward."

No memory?

Mike's expression grew strange.

Ares, are you sure that's a side effect of your talent and not because Shadow Nine sealed your

memories?

If Mike remembered correctly, at this stage, Shadow Nine was still by Ares's side.

If every time Ares interacted with the future or the past, Shadow Nine found out and altered

his memories...

Before Mike could voice his theory, Ares seemed to read his mind and smiled.

"Don't worry, it's not Shadow Nine's doing. I have the Supreme Mark."

Mike realized that 18-year-old Ares was quite talkative.

Unlike the current Ares, who carried the weight of an idol's image, spoke sparingly, and

exuded an air of mystery, this younger version was much more approachable.

Everyone has their youthful days.

"Alright, let's not waste time. Come, spar with me," 18-year-old Ares said, raising his sword

and eyeing Mike's Thunderclap Hammer with interest.

Ares's hands itched for a fight.

He's really itching for a brawl.

Faced with Ares's challenge, Mike picked up his Thunderclap Hammer and, in a sincere tone,

said,

"Maybe it's better if I don't use the hammer."

"Oh?" Ares raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with disdain. "Your weapon is a sword?"

"No."

Mike shook his head again, and a two-meter-tall Thorn Shield appeared in his hand, covering

his entire body.

From behind the shield, Mike's steady voice came through.

"My weapon is a shield."

...

The battle was about to begin!

[This "Battle of the Strongest Potential Supreme Beings" is brought to you by the most

powerful SSS-grade talent, the Eye of Truth, providing live commentary!]

[The first to attack is Ares (18-year-old limited edition)!]

Ares moved! Though he stood still, countless sword energies flew out from behind him, crashing into

Mike's Thorn Shield with a series of dull thuds.

[It's flying swords! Ares is using flying swords!]

The battle was intense.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Countless flying swords struck the Thorn Shield, but none of them could penetrate it. Ares's

expression grew more serious, his interest in Thor deepening.

"Oh?"

All the sword energies landed on the Thorn Shield, but none of them caused any real damage!

Mike grinned.

Such a simple trick, and you dare show it off in front of me?

You've underestimated my strength!

Standing beside Mike, the battered and bruised Dracula silently watched the scene unfold.

He didn't even know what to say anymore.

All those ranged attacks? He had been the one blocking them.

Tired. Numb.

After the first wave of attacks, Ares began to notice something.

"Interesting soul body..." Ares retracted all his sword energies and looked at the shield,

asking seriously,

"Can it be slashed to death?"

Dracula: ???

What the hell?! This isn't something money can fix!

You're a potential Supreme Being, and you want to kill me, a vampire, in your duel? What kind

of logic is that?!

Dracula was on the verge of panic!

Ares's idea of "slashing to death" clearly wasn't the kind of death you could come back from

-it was real, permanent death.

This was the closest Dracula had ever come to death in his entire life!

Fortunately, Mike had a strong sense of property protection and politely declined Ares's

suggestion.

"It's better... not to slash him to death."

To convince Ares, Mike added, "He's useful. He's killed millions of demon creatures."

That argument was quite persuasive.

A soul body willing to help the human race kill enemies was definitely valuable.

Dracula, ever the stickler for accuracy, whispered, "It's actually 11.62 million..."

If I had known killing demon creatures could save my life, I would've killed even more!

Clearly, Mike had convinced Ares. He nodded slightly.

"Alright, I won't slash him to death."

Ares drew his sword again, once more unleashing sword energy!

Countless sword energies rained down on the Thorn Shield!

As Mike blocked the attacks with his shield, he couldn't shake the feeling that their battle

styles didn't match.

Damn it, Thor, why are you always on the defensive? Go on the offensive! Motivated by his own self-encouragement, Mike had already charged up his Charge Up

ability. As Ares's sword fell, Mike was constantly searching for an opening.

[Search result: Flawless!]

Ares's attack rhythm was as tight as a drum, leaving no gaps for Mike to exploit.

After unleashing enough sword strikes, Ares shouted,

"Seal!"

Sword energies appeared on Dracula's palms, feet, and throughout his body, resonating with

each other to form a sword formation.

In the end, Dracula was pinned to the Thorn Shield, forming a blazing sun pattern.

Dracula had been sealed.

That's right—a vampire nearing level 990 had been sealed by a level 599 potential Supreme

Being!

With Dracula no longer assisting, Mike found it much harder to fend off the sword energies.

He was starting to struggle.

Several sword energies grazed him, nearly causing him to take damage.

However, Mike's adaptability exceeded Ares's expectations!

As the battle progressed, Ares's attack frequency increased, but Thor's defense remained

impenetrable!

The strongest sword versus the strongest shield!

The sound of sword energy clashing against the shield was like a grand symphony!

While controlling the sword energies, Ares slowly walked toward Thor.

The distance between them, which had been over a hundred paces at the start of the battle,

gradually shrank.

Payday pace... sixty paces... thirty paces...

Ten paces.

Ares stopped.

Beyond ten paces, the flying swords were fast. Within ten paces, the flying swords were both fast and accurate!

At this distance, Ares's attack frequency had reached its limit!

But even so, he still couldn't break through Thor's defense!

Mike had long since abandoned his playful attitude and was now fully immersed in the battle.

He and his shield had become one, inseparable!

As Mike found his rhythm, the pressure shifted to Ares!

This was the most oppressive shield Ares had ever faced!

Ares was willing to call it the strongest shield!

After the battle had raged on for some time, Ares finally picked up his sword.

Gripping the hilt, he looked at the Thorn Shield and said seriously,

"Now, you're worthy of fighting me."

...

In the First Abyss,

Ares and Cedric were still playing chess. This time, they had finally switched to Go.

"Huh?"

Ares made a sound of surprise, as if sensing something.

Cedric casually placed ten black stones on the board and asked calmly,

"What is it?"

"There was something I didn't understand before," Ares mused, speaking as if to himself.

"I've always wondered how I created the technique Breaking Thorns."

Hearing the name of the technique, Cedric recalled something. "Breaking Thorns..."

He thought back.

"That was the technique you used to slay the Seventeenth Demon God, wasn't it?"

A single sword strike (technique) to kill a demon god.

At his peak, Ares had been invincible.

The man who had personally ended the Blood War could only be described with three words:

Terrifying beyond belief!

"A small matter, I don't remember it too well," Ares said humbly, placing 361 stones on the

board, filling it with black.

"I win."

Staring at the board, Cedric fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he added,

"By the way, I was playing black."

Ares: ...

Ever the perfectionist, Ares's expression didn't change as he calmly replied,

"No, you're mistaken."