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Antiope adjusted her stance, clenched her fists, and tensed her muscles. She knew she was facing a being far superior to ordinary people, but she would never give in easily.

Her Amazonian bloodline and pride prevented her from being looked down upon.

"I want you to use all your strength!"

She shouted in a deep voice.

"Show me your true strength, otherwise this fight will be meaningless!"

Jonathan shrugged.

"Don't make a fuss... I just wanted to see how much damage my Kryptonian body can take... But so far, it seems to be working pretty well."

"But I'm a little tired from fighting. Since you want to try, I can satisfy you."

Now that I've said that... which form should I use...

The fear form is too Cthulhu, and it looks like the style of the evil god. You have to know that Hippolyta has always been extremely resistant to the evil god system. If she uses it, she will definitely turn hostile on the spot...

Sorrow?

Force fields covered by debuffs can also easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Then-

【Source of trouble】

The next second, extremely bright golden energy slowly flowed out of his body in an almost elegant and irresistible manner.

The energy circuits were like precise metal meshes, weaving complex and symmetrical patterns on the surface of his skin.

Under the extreme special effects of being bathed in holy light, his gaze became profound and beyond the mundane.

For the Amazons, Jonathan's transformation is no less effective than appearing in public.

The Amazon tribesmen, even the female warriors, were all in a state of shock that was almost frozen.

Their eyes were first filled with disbelief, and then with deep shock and awe.

Admiration for the strong is a gene engraved in the bones of the Amazon people.

Under this holy light that is as bright as the sun, they seem so small at this moment.

Especially the Amazon female warriors in the front row, their clenched fists were shaking unconsciously.

A tremor came from deep within the heart, a feeling of powerlessness completely suppressed by absolute strength, breathing almost stagnated, pupils contracted violently.

Some young female warriors even felt a strange throbbing inside their bodies, an excitement that went beyond their fighting instincts and was almost primitive.

It was an indescribable and irresistible physiological reaction. Her cheeks turned red unconsciously and she looked away in panic.

At this moment, the entire venue was filled with a suffocating silence, and everyone seemed to be deprived of the ability to speak at this moment.

He could only stare at Jonathan in the center of the ring with an almost dull look.

The golden energy flowed slowly like a miracle.

Queen Hippolyta, who had been watching from the high platform, couldn't help but stand up. When she saw Jonathan's change, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind -

Could it be that... he is the descendant of Apollo, the sun god?

The flow of golden energy reminded Hippolyta of the stunning glimpse she once saw of Apollo, the sun god.

It was many years ago, in the back hall of the Temple of Trimopli. When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the dome in the early morning, the whole hall seemed to be suddenly filled with golden light.

Apollo's perfect body seemed to be woven from countless rays of light, and every muscle line was full of heart-pounding power and beauty.

His skin is not a single golden color, but has flowing color changes, like melting sunlight, sometimes bright and dazzling, sometimes gentle and restrained.

It is an existence that cannot be described in words, transcending beauty and power, and is the embodiment of light and power that is close to the origin.

It was just a brief glance, but it left an eternal mark in Hippolyta's heart.

Seeing Jonathan at this moment, she suddenly remembered that moment.

The two figures overlap infinitely.

"stop!"

With this in mind, Hippolyta's voice echoed throughout the venue, anxiously trying to stop the impending confrontation.

However, it was too late.

Jonathan moved.

This punch may seem ordinary, but it actually contains pure power that is enough to break the laws.

As an opponent, Antiope's muscles tensed instantly, her pupils contracted violently, and her brain worked rapidly, trying to find a solution from countless combat experiences.

But she knew clearly that this was no longer a simple confrontation of strength, but a domineering crushing.

She could only pull her right leg back slightly, keep her center of gravity steadily lowered, subconsciously protect her vital parts with her left hand, and get into a blocking posture with her right hand as quickly as possible.

The trembling that came from the depths of her soul made her truly feel what despair was for the first time.

Defense, useless.

"boom!"

The fist broke through the air.

The moment Jonathan threw that punch, Antiope's body flew out of the ring like a cannonball thrown violently at a speed beyond the limit of the human body.

The body cut through the air, leaving an extremely exaggerated parabolic trajectory.

Those seemingly solid wooden supports were instantly as soft as tofu when hit by Antiope's body.

There were continuous crisp sounds of "crackling" and "crackling", and the heavy wooden pillars broke into pieces under the violent impact.

Wood chips flew and dust rose.

Following closely behind are several century-old trees with their roots deeply buried in the ground.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Antiope's body finally stopped.

She was mired in the rubble of trees and broken pillars.

There was silence all around, with only the occasional sound of falling wood chips and dust.

All the Amazon warriors present, including Hippolyta on the podium, looked at Jonathan with incredible eyes.

At this moment, he was standing in the center of the ring, and his body was still shrouded in the heart-pounding golden energy.

"Ouch... I didn't control my strength well, sorry..."

Jonathan shook his hands, and the golden light on his body began to dissipate, and soon he returned to his original appearance wearing a windbreaker.

"Don't worry, I'm holding back. She'll be fine."

Hearing Jonathan's words, Hippolyta slowly stood up, with a complex light flashing in her deep eyes.

The Amazon female warriors around still remained in a nearly petrified posture. The power displayed by the punch just now had completely overturned their understanding of strength.

"Forgive my poor eyesight... honored guest."

After a moment's silence, Hippolyta finally spoke, her voice steady and solemn.

"The power you have demonstrated has far exceeded our imagination of outsiders."

She walked slowly down the platform and stood in front of Jonathan.

Although Antiope had just suffered such a fierce attack as a general and her dignity was damaged, she did not seem to show much anger.

Instead, he looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him with an almost probing look.

Although she didn't know why Jonathan's appearance was so oriental, Hippolyta had no intention of provoking the strong man in front of her.

Moreover, the other party obviously had no ill intentions.

"We Amazons respect the strong."

Hippolyta said.

"Your strength has earned our respect. According to Amazon tradition, we will hold a welcome ceremony of the highest standard for you."