How strong is Hercules? The people of Ravenston have a solution to this problem, the people of Sarion also have a solution, and even the empire and Darsha have a fairly clear and straightforward understanding of Hercules. Because each of these four countries has one or two super-first-class warriors, in the repeated checks and balances with each other, the fierceness of Hercules, who is often one against two, has long been exposed.

Fields was the only one who was not. All they knew was that Hercules had slaughtered all the Salion reinforcements on the Myster Peninsula three years earlier, buying the Marquis of Airy an extremely valuable time to storm the city. Since that battle, Hercules has officially become one of the best warriors. Before that, he was the competitive champion of Wallombre and the gold medal representative of the two Edin Airy brothers at the Aeolus Review, which was undefeated in 100 matches. Maybe only Daros, who has played against Hercules a lot, will know a rough idea, but that's about it. In terms of bravery alone, the Pirate King is not the top among first-class martial artists, and was even beaten by a quasi-first-class Maris. What really shines out is his unique military and political vision, although he was born in the sea, he also served as the military commander and staff officer of the Marquis of Sighimund. In a way, he wasn't even much inferior to the former Shadow Commander Scolare.

Dallus just knew that Hercules was far stronger than him, far better than anyone in Fieldsway, and how much stronger? He can't make precise and specific judgments.

Only a male lion can counterbalance a male lion, and only a male lion can understand a male lion. Only another super-first-class martial artist can clearly understand the strength of a super-first-class martial artist. And after the banishment of Inna "Iron Fist", Fields was left with Hercules, the only male lion, and when his claws began to be aimed at his own people, did the Fieldsweins really know how fierce the beasts they bred were?

The answer is, they don't know anything.

Facing Dallus and Furstad at the same time, Hercules actually took the initiative to attack! The keel axe and hammer swung at him left and right, with a violent wind, like the long kiss of a crocodile's hard bite, and Hercules hung in the middle of the interlaced fangs. However, his fist landed on the chests of the two men first. "Bang", in the loud noise, Furstad's body shook slightly, and he didn't move, the heavy armor cushioned nearly seventy percent of his strength, but this hammer couldn't be swung off after all. And Daros was even more serious, he was only wearing a cotton-lined leather armor, and he was directly shocked back by Hercules's punch a few steps, and his breath was also suffocated. A clear fist mark appeared on the leather armor.

So fast! Although it was not the first time he had fought against Hercules, the shock that that incredible skill brought to Daros has not diminished a little. When did he exert his strength? And when did you punch? There was barely any time difference between those punches, and all his eyes could catch was Hercules' body deflecting like a flipped eagle at the moment of the punch, and the punch went in a neat and sharp straight line between him and Furstad, cleanly dismantling the strikes of the two. Daros let out a breath of pain, the remnants of the punch still stirring the blood in his chest.

And Hercules has turned to the fight with Furstad. With heavy armor, Furstad didn't have any heeding about Hercules' fists, and the hammer unleashed one wild cyclone after another in his hands. Hercules didn't dare to rush to the hard with the palm of his meat, and he patiently wrangled with Furstad, looking for a gap that was enough for him to cut into. The two had worked together under Forkhu for many years, and Hercules knew all too well about Furstad's weaknesses. In terms of brute strength, Furstad is Fieldsway's well-deserved number one, and only he has the physique to wield a steel hammer of more than 100 pounds while wearing a full set of heavy armor, but this will also violently consume his physical strength. Furstad's offensive was ferocious, but it could never last long—he was only a first-class martial artist after all. What's more, in terms of brute force, who can compare to Ravenston's seemingly silly, but actually fierce "Iron Bear" Douglas?

Forget it, let's get Dallus out of the game first. Hercules thought, taking a step back, distanced himself from Vestadla, and ran for Dallus. At the same time, he was also on the lookout for a possible surprise attack by Vorstad, and he knew that the Hammer still had the strength to burst out.

There was a sound of wind behind my ears, but the direction of the air flow was a little weird—no! Hercules' figure froze, and he heard the direction of the wind, which was definitely not coming towards him. The opposite direction of the wind - that is, the object of the hammer -

It's Maryse!

Before Maryse could react, the cold wind was pressing down on her face, like a faint breath of death breathing at her. All that left Maryse's eyes was the two-handed hammer that had been smashed into her head and face, like a dark cloud that was constantly expanding. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her father, whose face had been expressionless since the beginning of the trial, finally began to loosen, and the fury tore at his face like an earthquake tearing the earth; She also caught a glimpse of Darros, whose face was in a phase of transition from stunned to frightened, making him look extremely hideous; She also saw a look in the eyes of the Marquis of Airy, and a stunned Rugby Bjernier, who was not so annoying at this time.

Is this the end of it? The roar of the wind drew nearer, and Maryse closed her eyes, her heart surprisingly calm, and she thought of the sea breeze in Winderholm, of the huge whale carcasses floating behind the whaling ship, and of the refreshing aroma of whale oil. I want to go back to Winderholm and sleep well in my room! The thought popped out of her head uncontrollably.

But a figure flashed in, crossed his hands, raised his head high, and resolutely stopped between Maryth and the dark clouds—it was Hercules!

"Bell"! The hammer fell heavily on Hercules' left arm, which was stacked on top, and there was no overwhelming pain, but he felt that the place where he had been smashed was hot, as if he had been splashed with boiling water, and his left arm spasmed unconsciously, and then he lost consciousness. The mind was "buzzing", the five senses were blurred and distorted, and only the pressure like a mountain was so real. Hercules's body slowly sank under the pressure, and he clearly heard a crisp sound from his lumbar spine, this time the pain was very clear, as if a sharp knife was stabbing him in the waist, and he involuntarily half-knelt on the ground, his left hand hanging weakly at his side.

Someone is laughing, the laughter is insolent, is it Furstad? What is he laughing at? Did he think he had won?

"What do you think...... You win...... Is it so? Hercules heard his own staccato voice," commented...... It's not over yet. ”

"Then let it end." Furstad restrained his laughter and raised the hammer again.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

Two extremely strange sounds rang out, and Furstad's movements froze, and he slowly lowered his head, finding that Hercules' right hand had pierced the heavy armor that was more than a finger thick and plunged deep into his lower abdomen. The first sound was the sound of a steel plate being pierced, and the second was from the pierced flesh of Furstad.

"Throw in the towel, or I'll pull your intestines out." Hercules gasped heavily, "Believe me, it's going to be disgusting. ”