The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 729 - 137 Are You Capable or Not, Weakling_2

Chapter 729: Chapter 137: Are You Capable or Not, Weakling?_2 Chapter 729: Chapter 137: Are You Capable or Not, Weakling?_2 Excited by the hunt, Diana’s fighting spirit surged, and she launched another attack.

The shadowy figure tossed the Wind God Pocket above his head, attempting to repeat his previous trick and create an opportunity for victory.

However, having learned from her previous experience, Diana was prepared. During her charge, she flung her arm forward, throwing the Starlight Flying Crown held upside down in her palm.

Accompanied by a streak of twinkling starlight across the sky, the recently opened Wind God Pocket dropped to the ground, incapable of obstructing Diana’s advance any longer.

Seeing this, the shadowy figure simultaneously activated the Boots of Hermes on his feet and the Invisibility Cloak on his body, trying to once again hide in the darkness and regain the initiative.

But before he could move, something suddenly tightened around his feet.

A dark gold rope had unknowingly spread over and wound around his ankles, rendering him unable to escape.

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That was the Truth Rope that had caught even Luo En off guard—it was the most powerful piece of Divine Armor that Diana currently possessed.

“You’re quite good, what’s your name?” Diana, holding the other end of the Truth Rope, couldn’t help but ask the strong, mysterious shadowy figure.

Famous gods and heroes had disappeared from Greece nearly two hundred years ago. An adversary with Divine Level strength and possessing more than five pieces of Divine Armament was definitely no ordinary person.

Out of curiosity and caution, she really wanted to know the identity of her opponent.

Diana’s question seemed to flip a switch in the shadowy figure’s mind.

He stood woodenly in place, murmuring in a trance, “What is my name… What is my name… My name is… ####…”

Just as the shadowy figure spat out a series of muddled syllables, Diana suddenly noticed a stream of red-black muck following the Truth Rope that bound her opponent, creeping toward her. The chilly aura seemed to be mixed with intense malice and the wails of countless lives.

A sense of imminent danger overcame her, and Diana’s face changed. She immediately swung the Truth Rope.

The still-murmuring shadowy figure was suddenly hurled to the ground like a cannonball, and his once agile body bizarrely burst apart, melting into a pool of red-black filth that seeped into the ground.

Looking over the chaotic square and the vanished black figure, the spectators exchanged bewildered glances.

“So, that means I won, right?” Diana’s pleasant inquiry cut through the silence as people from both sides watched her emerge from the dust, their expressions varied.

As the victor, Princess Helen was, of course, overjoyed, and the surrounding Amazon Warriors couldn’t help but cheer.

However, King Agamemnon’s expression was not so pleasant. His gaze darkened as he looked toward the deep pit where the shadow had disappeared, cursing inwardly.

Damn it, this was Mycenae’s original City Builder! A Divine Blood Hero who had been deified!

Hadn’t that woman said that with this Divine Blood Hero, no one could stop Mycenae’s conquest? She actually dared to deceive me!

With that thought, Agamemnon clenched his fists in anger, wishing he could immediately return to his tent and strip the woman who had deceived him.

“Wait a minute!” However, before Agamemnon could step through the doorway, Helen called out to the King of Mycenae from behind, offering a smiling reminder.

“Now that a winner has been decided, shouldn’t you fulfill your promise?”

Agamemnon’s face turned an affronted shade of ashen at her words.

For him, the esteemed King of Mycenae, to bow down and swear allegiance to a woman, becoming her vassal, was an unbearable humiliation.

Immediately, a thought crossed Agamemnon’s mind and he scoffed coldly, retorting, “We Mycenaeans have indeed lost this duel, but it does not meet the terms previously agreed upon!”

Helen frowned upon hearing this, “What do you mean?”

Agamemnon answered with self-righteous indignation, “We challenged the Spartans, not to have some Amazon girl fight on your behalf! Even if this duel was won, it is only a victory for the Amazons and does not prove the valor of the Spartans! Since it hasn’t convinced me, the agreement is naturally void!”

“You’ve got complaints now after the dust has settled? Bringing this up only after you’ve lost?”

“You just can’t accept defeat!”

“A faithless scoundrel!”

The Spartans were furious, lashing out at Agamemnon, especially those elders who had received favors from him, cursing most fervently, as if they were trying to distance themselves right there and then.

Clearly, they had completely abandoned any hope of inviting Agamemnon to rule over Sparta.

After all, such a scoundrel who could go back on his word in front of such a large gathering would hardly keep promises easily. Once Sparta had ousted Princess Helen and Agamemnon took the opportunity to seize power, he might very well dispose of the Elder Council and then single-handedly take over Sparta’s authority and strong army.

Yet, Agamemnon was indifferent to his former allies’ condemnation and, tearing off all pretenses, sneered,

“How so? You let a little girl from Amazon speak for you, is there no one left in Sparta? How can I believe you have the qualifications to lead us Mycenaean?”

Hearing the mocking words thrown in their face, the Elders of the Elder Council’s facial muscles twitched and their limbs trembled with anger.

If it weren’t for their old age and weak body, they would have rushed forward on the spot to prove the courage and might of the Spartans.

Meanwhile, Helen, standing beside them, pressed her hands down gently to suppress the noisy voices behind her and waved nonchalantly towards Agamemnon,

“Then so be it, you might as well take your people and roll back to Mycenae. We Spartans will claim Troy ourselves, I will go rescue my sister on my own!”

“No need to be so drastic.”

Agamemnon, far from leaving upon receiving the expulsion order, instead shamelessly leaned in and said:

“The disgrace of Troy is a humiliation that both, Sparta and Mycenae, must erase. There is no reason for us to withdraw now.”

“So, what do you propose?”

“Let’s fight one more time, fair and square. If you Spartans win, I promise without a word, the entire Mycenaean army will follow your command!”

But immediately, Agamemnon, lowering his arm, casually added:

“However, since this is a contest concerning the fate of a city-state, it should be between the rulers themselves.”

“You’re choosing me as your opponent?”

Helen was taken aback, her expression a mix of surprise.

“That’s right! Since you want to lead the Mycenaeans, let’s have a king-to-king match!”

Agamemnon grinned at Greece’s number one beauty, indiscreetly revealing his intentions.

“If you win, we Mycenaeans will gladly bow down and submit, but if you lose, I want not only Sparta’s mighty army but also for you to marry me! What do you say? Dare you accept the challenge?”

“We cannot agree!”

The Elders protested anxiously, glaring at Agamemnon, who was trying to take advantage of the situation.

One was a priestess who had not left her home for two hundred years; the other, a Divine Blood King seasoned by countless battles;

One had a delicate frame, the other tall and robust;

One famed for her beauty, the other renowned for his prowess in battle…

Under such an evident contrast, he still shamelessly challenged Helen to a duel.

Why didn’t this bastard come knocking for a king-to-king challenge when the former King of Sparta was alive, or when the Princes Polux and Castor were in charge?

It was utterly shameless to the extreme!

At this moment, Helen seemed to hesitate too, launching an attack on Agamemnon’s credibility:

“You have already been unfaithful to your word once; do you think we’ll fall for it again?”

Seeing her reaction, Agamemnon immediately raised his hand and swore a solemn oath:

“Let’s do this, I hereby swear upon the River Styx: if I lose this contest, I will deploy the troops as agreed, and if I renege, let me be forever cast down into Tartarus Hell!”

The crowd was somewhat touched by his words.

This oath was sufficiently vile, and the River Styx had a powerful binding force for mortals.

But the stronger the oath, the more it proved Agamemnon was sure of his victory. They absolutely could not agree!

“I accept.”

Upon hearing this, the members of the Elder Council turned in unison toward Helen, who had spoken, their faces showing deep sorrow and indignation.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was being foolish!

Agamemnon, overjoyed in his heart, quickly jumped onto the square, excitedly calling out to cement the wager:

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“Excellent! Come then, let me witness the bravery of a Spartan!”

“Then, as you wish…”

Helen nodded, murmuring softly, a subtle smile spreading across her face as she tossed aside her magic wand.

Immediately, under the astonished gazes of everyone, a flow of gold light, like cascading water, covered Helen’s exquisite body, forming a suit of golden armor as ornate as a praying maiden.

“Boom!”

The next instant, golden light showered down on the plaza like a falling star, the ensuing Aether Storm piercing through heaven and earth!