Hercules laughed slowly, shaking his head.
"Aren't you also a mortal?"
Coughing, he whispered softly, "On a fair battlefield, we engaged in the most equitable battle without any reservations, arriving at this indisputable result. Huai Shi, you have already surpassed me."
"Did you hold back?" Huai Shi asked.
"Haha, what nonsense." Hercules countered, "Do you think I am someone who shows mercy?"
"But you didn't go all out, did you?" Huai Shi calmly retorted.
"It's already enough, Huai Shi, it's already enough."
Panting, Hercules whispered with satisfaction, "This dream-like battle, to face a warrior like you, has been enjoyable enough."
As a phantom of the past, as the residue of the once mighty God, a replica of a legendary hero.
Is there a more delightful ending than this?
Experiencing a thrilling fight, a deceitful clash where both parties gave their all, using any means necessary, focusing entirely on the duel.
In this lone ship amidst the vast space.
