The sound of the pirate ship's artillery fire had stopped, and the red figure grabbed the tail of the spear like a meteor, stepping on the water and quickly approaching the lone boat in the distance.

A dazzling red emanated from Chu Zihang's body, like a cloak, and like a mane of flames surrounded him. The peerless heroic spirit that emerged from the Three Kingdoms in the troubled times crashed into the knight who had descended from mythology with a ferocious firelight.

The white flames shone around him with a light that people dared not look at, and the knight, who still radiated a noble golden light in his single eye, reached forward with his right hand to take back the spear that had been thrown.

Chu Zihang also stretched out his right hand, and the Fang Tian painting halberd of more than two meters appeared in his hand. Tilt the halberd forward, the bright white tip of the spear pointed at the knight in sharp armor. With the momentum of "Gangnir", he rushed towards the culprit who had woken him up from his dreams many times with great courage.

The distance between the two ships was not far, and it was like an instant, and the red and white flames collided together. A huge wave of air exploded from the point where the two collided, sending out countless waves and white steam near the boat. A huge thunderclap rang out in the sky, golden electric snakes swam among the black clouds, and a majestic rain fell on this sea again.

In the mist, the horse's hoof-like heavy foot armor stomped fiercely on the boat that was constantly shaking in the torrential rain, and Chu Zihang, who had stabilized his figure, pushed the Fang Tian painting halberd in his right hand hard, wanting to break through the barrier in front of him, break through those sharp armors and deeply pierce into the flesh and blood of the knight in front of him, just like he had done to the man.

However, he couldn't...... The imposing Fang Tian Painting Halberd was stopped, and the invisible barrier in front of the knight was like an insurmountable gulf between gods and humans, making it impossible for him to take a single step forward.

The white barrier, which was originally invisible, was clearly visible in the light of the red firelight, and the barrier was as tight as a piece of paper that would break open with a little more force, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use that little bit of force to break through the paper.

"I remember you......" The knight spoke for the first time since he appeared, his voice as if it had a mysterious power that could not be refused.

His golden one-eyed eyes looked directly at Chu Zihang, who was close at a moment's length, but could never get any closer, as if through his face armor, he could see through his gnashing teeth face below.

He continued, "I have some regrets that you should have entered the sublime Valhalla with supreme glory on that stormy night. ”

"Valhalla? What kind of joke are you talking about? Chu Zihang's originally red eyes couldn't help laughing, he regretted not staying to live and die with his father on that rainy night, but it didn't mean that he was really willing to be the subordinate of the "Odin" in front of him.

The kind of place where Deadpool only wanders back is not a good place no matter how you think about it.

"But that kind of irrational monster is a good match for you." Grim ironic, he gripped the "Gungnir" in his left hand tightly, preventing the mythical weapon from returning to its owner.

Ignoring his ridicule, the armor-clad "Odin" took a step forward and gently grabbed the "Gangnir" he had just thrown: "...... Your powers are special, even more special than theirs. ”

The legs that were firmly gripping the ground were pushed backwards by the barrier in front of them, pulling long marks on the over-sturdy boat. The boat made of unknown materials is very hard, and it does not disintegrate even when it is hedged by the two waves of red and white flames.

"Odin" stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tip of the gun of "Gangenir", and a huge force came from above, Chu Zihang's left hand continued to tremble, and he couldn't fight against this huge force with just one hand.

"Since you want it so much, then give it back to you!" With his left hand, he pushed forward, and Chu Zihang, who let go of "Gangenir", held Fang Tian's halberd with both hands, and when "Odin's" movements were a little chaotic, he used almost all his strength to thrust forward.

Under the concentration of the power of the whole body, the arms of the outer armor lit up with a dazzling red light. "Wave!" There was a small sound, like a bubble bursting, and it was like an unbreakable barrier opening a small gap. The gap was very small, maybe only a few centimeters, and it was simply impossible for the wide tip of Fang Tian's painting halberd to penetrate completely.

There was a moment of confusion in the movement of "Odin" in his posture, and with the spear in hand, he seemed to have become whole. A powerful momentum overflowed from his body, and the screen that had been broken open was repaired in an instant.

He took a deep look at Chu Zihang, who was standing firm on the edge of the boat with the repaired barrier, and his originally majestic voice seemed to take on a little depth: "You can do this with just pure strength, you are really dangerous." ”

"But it's not too late, it's still too late to lure you to Valhalla." "Odin" raised his spear slightly, as if he was about to throw the weapon that had been hit by a hundred shots. However, at this distance, even a slight swing is enough to hit the red warrior in front of him.

Then he swung his spear, and a great bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and after the thunder passed, the spear, with a force that seemed to be able to draw space, stabbed towards the edge of the boat, the red warrior who had nowhere to hide.

"Bell!" With a loud bang, the invincible spear pierced the broad armor that looked like a fist and a shield. The "humming" sound of metal vibrating, and the spear rested firmly on the shield, not taking a step forward.

"Treasure Phantasm, Five Soldiers of the God of War, Strike Mode Unfolds." Withstanding this attack, Chu Zihang raised his head, and his transparent visor lit up with gold.

"Leave your damn Valhalla by yourself!" Saying this, the fist gloves turned into by Fang Tian's halberd smashed fiercely into the "Odin" in front of him, "Let me tell you one more thing, I also happen to have the ability to defend and counterattack!" ”

Returning all the power of the spear stabbed before, the fist glove smashed into "Odin's" abdomen with huge wind pressure. The previous transparent barrier that could bounce off the attack did not appear again, Chu Zihang was right, when "Odin" attacked, that shield would not appear.

Hit by his own attack, Odin's body flew straight into the air, and the edge of the metal mask on his head seemed to spill a little black blood. He was hurt after all.

Without time to hesitate, waving his two fists, Chu Zihang pursued the "Odin" who had nowhere to borrow his strength in the air at a very fast speed. The huge fist gloves hit him like raindrops, and the metal armor shattered after holding on for a while, and the broken iron pieces cut through the flesh under him, spilling black and disgusting blood.

Chu Zihang under the mask unconsciously showed a happy smile, such a picture, even he didn't think about it when he was dreaming. There seemed to be something broken in his heart, and the dream demon that had plagued him for many years was gradually disappearing with the fall of his fist.

But this painful counterattack did not last long, and the transparent barrier rose again. His next punch seemed to hit the rubber, and the huge force that bounced back made him unconsciously fall back to the edge of the boat.

The "Odin" in the air fell back to the same place lightly, the black blood washed out by the rain, the wounds on his body quickly healed, and the tiny scale armor covered his exposed skin in place of the broken armor.

"It hurt God's body!" There was an incomparably bright golden light in the single eye, and the momentum on the angry "Odin" increased again. A huge thunderclap exploded in the sky, like lightning from the wrath of the gods falling behind him.

"Are you worthy to be called a god?" Sneering like a certain dragon king, the armament that turned into fists was once again defended in front of him, and Chu Zihang, who was already not afraid at all, was waiting for his next attack.

An inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew on the surface of the sea in the midst of a torrential rain, and this feeling of a comfortable wind interrupted their confrontation.

Looking up at the sky where the rain was constantly falling, the huge fist gloves turned back into Fang Tian's painting halberd again, put away the overflowing firelight, and Chu Zihang, who was holding the halberd, stood silently in place, as if he was greeting someone's guard. The icy rain hit his blazing armor, splashing bursts of white mist, and he looked coldly at the "god" in front of him, and his indifferent gaze could be felt even through the armor.

"Odin", who sensed something, subconsciously raised his head and looked at the dark knight who appeared there at some point.

Floating silently in the sky, the disembodied war horse ignored the endless torrential rain and kept spitting out dark blue flames. The war horse, which was neither living nor dead, raised its head in an extremely arrogant posture, and the same dark blue Tong Kong showed a contemptuous look at him.

The Dark Knight was hidden in a black fog that could not be seen through, and not even lightning could illuminate it. The armor, which felt a little illusory, had a luster deeper than obsidian. Like the horns of the Supreme Dragon King, and like the crown of the symbol of royal power, above the pitch-black helmet, a heterochromatic boy with a domineering golden light and a mysterious rainbow looked at him condescendingly.

His shattered cloak rattled in the air, as if announcing the prey in front of him to an army he didn't know where to hide. The spear, which was so gorgeous that it was impossible to look at directly, was casually held in his hand, as if it was an unintentional battle. Or rather...... It's just that the desire to fight can't be mentioned to the people who are coming down to meet him.

“…… It's you. The blue flames brought back memories, and the dark shadow that had broken into the viaduct one day came to mind.

In the sky, the figure that could not be affected by the rain and thunder was silent, and the pair of frightened children looked directly at the "Odin" below. Then the hand he held the reins let go and slashed gently in front of him in the shape of a knife.

"It's you!" Feeling something disconnected, the golden light in Odin's eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed......" the breeze blew, and he said softly, not loud or small, just enough for the living creatures in the entire sea to hear, "Stand-in tricks or something, although they are very useful, but they appear too many times to make people feel a little annoying." ”

The golden and rainbow eyes exuded the same pressure as the gorgeous spear, and then he withdrew his gaze as if it was a little bored: "The first time we met, I was very dissatisfied with you calling yourself 'Odin', but I didn't continue to care about the regional and cultural differences. ”

Saying something incomprehensible, the wind of death brought by him gradually grew stronger on the surface of the sea, which had already returned to calm. Like a tornado, the storm wall slowly rose up, completely encircling the sea here.

"That's pretty much the, it's almost time to get down to business." With that, he casually raised the magnificent gun in his hand, then let go, allowing it to fall freely into the bottomless ocean.

The shadow of the ornate spear disappeared into the sea at a rapid speed, and it had probably sunk to the seabed at an unknown depth.

Holding a simple spear, "Odin" watched silently with his golden one-eyed eyes. The sea seemed to have the ability to isolate the elements, making it impossible for his spirit to penetrate. However, some changes seem to be only beginning now.

"Have you ever heard of Dinghai Shen Zhentie?" Suddenly, they asked such a question, and the figure that brought death and the storm came to them silently.

Without answering such an inexplicable question, "Odin" looked at the approaching figure, without any words or movements.

Ignoring the growing golden light in Odin's eyes, he continued, "It also has another name, the Golden Hoop Stick. It's the original name, but I don't really like it. After all, the word 'Dinghai' has completely spoken its essence. ”

"Odin" still did not speak, and the head of the spear swayed slightly, as if it was about to be thrown. But no one cared about his movements, because in the next second, he understood the meaning of the words that the figure said.

The waves on the surface of the sea have completely stopped, which is a very common thing to do now, which is really strange now. Because of the great storm, the wall of the storm that could tear apart any ship was still in motion.

The strange atmosphere spread rapidly in this sea area, not only the sea surface that had calmed down, but the torrential rain caused by the elemental riot stopped, and the crystal raindrops hung quietly in the sky. The lightning bolt that poked its head out of the dark clouds like a tree branch was frozen in a moment.

This is not simply "Dinghai", but a more upper-level and incomprehensible ...... The space is fixed. The entire sea area within the Storm Wall was stopped with all that could move. No matter how noble the bloodline is, there is no use here, so nothing can escape the result of being fixed.

"I may have to apologize for this first, in fact, I didn't want to use this to ......" Gently walked up to the same solidified "Odin", Wild Hunt easily took his spear "Gangunir", and then he seemed to be a little distressed to explain, "But someone in this name, my competitiveness was also slightly aroused, so I took it a little seriously." ”

His rainbow eyes swept the overly crude spear in his hand: "Hmm...... Is it more like a spirit or a product of alchemy than a weapon? It seems that you can only exert your power if you combine it with some other things, which is not bad, otherwise it will be a bit troublesome for this thing to be mass-produced. ”

Throwing the spear behind him, he turned around and looked at Odin's face. Then he reached out his hand with the sharp armor attached to it and clasped it lightly onto the mask. Without much force, he easily took it off, and looking at Deadpool's scaly gray-white face under the mask, he shook the mask in his hand unsurprisingly.

"Alright, it's time to end hide-and-seek." He then fastened the mask to his face.