Demon King Evolution History

"I heard that you are the one who inherited the soul of the hero Hercules. I had some expectations before... But it seems that my expectations have completely failed."

Hercules raised his hands again but Theraorg disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already directly in front of Hercules.

"It's my turn to perform!"

Sairaorg's heavy, concise and sharp punch was deeply embedded in Hercules' abdomen.

The impact of that punch passed through Hercules' body and easily destroyed the wall of the building behind.

Not knowing if the destructive power of that punch exceeded his imagination, Hercules first showed a bewildered expression and then slowly fell into pain.

He knelt down on the spot, covered his abdomen with his hands, and vomited blood.

Obviously this is a huge injury.

Only one blow was delivered, and it took only one punch to turn the situation around.

Sairaorg looked down at Hercules and said.

"What's the matter. That punch just now was just an ordinary punch."

After hearing this sentence, Hercules let out a strange laugh with a vague voice.

At the same time, he stood up with an angry expression driven by excitement.

"...Are you kidding...don't be kidding, just a bastard! No magic power! I can't use artifacts either! Just use normal attacks to kill me"

The emotional Hercules glowed all over.

The light that envelops his body is producing missile-like projections that are hand-free.

That is the state of the full-body arsenal with astonishing destructive power.

"How could I be killed by you!"

With a roar, Hercules fired missiles all over his body to his heart's content!

boom!

Sairaorg didn't dodge the missile flying out of the artifact at all, and just knocked it flying with his fist.

All the missiles flying towards him were blown away by his fist.

The deflected missiles turned in other directions and landed directly on the buildings and the ground, disappearing into ashes.

"Master Lion! Come on!"

"Lion! Beat him!"

The children in the bus kept cheering for Sairaorg who was confronting Hercules.

The children's support seemed unexpected to Sairaorg, he had a blank expression on his face, and then laughed happily,

"Those kids said to me [Come on], [Win him]. I really feel happy after hearing that. There is no reason to lose to you, hero Hercules."

"Just because of a few words of encouragement from the children, I am so happy! What a brainless king!"

The fist full of fighting spirit fell into the roaring Hercules face, and the seven orifices on the face continued to overflow, and Hercules knelt on his knees.

"A guy who doesn't even have the support of children is not worthy of the title of hero!"

Sairaorg faced Hercules with a full face.

Hercules seemed to realize that he could not defeat Sairaorg no matter in strength or spirit, and his expression showed despair.

He reached into his bosom to fetch something.

A syringe in the shape of a pistol, and Phoenix's tears.

"You, you bastard!"

While cursing, Hercules picked up the tip of the syringe but it could be seen that he hesitated.

Seeing his appearance, Sairaorg asked.

"What's the matter? Don't you use them? It looks like it should be strengthened, right? If you want to use it, use it, I have no problem! If you can make you stronger because of this, I will be happy instead! I will defeat the stronger one you!"

Hercules had a regretful expression on his face.

His eyes seemed to be filled with tears of regret.

"********!"

Crying loudly, he threw the syringe and Filks' tears on the ground, and just like this, he rushed straight towards Sairaorg with his fists in his hands.

Seeing Hercules' behavior, Sairaorg took a stance against his opponent for the first time.

"Has the last finally regained the hero's glory? Good. But"

After smashing the fist of Hercules who was flying forward with his left fist, Sairaorg immediately stretched out his right fist while fighting

"This punch will determine the outcome!"

Hit the belly!

The sound of punches echoed in the air.