Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a trap.

Just then, Saga roared:

"Mesti, let me, Saga, use the greatest secret technique of my life to express my respect to you, a Saint-level powerhouse!"

With this roar, a massive surge of psychic energy erupted from Saga's body, then swirled and gathered in his hands, the rotating psychic waves causing Saga's clothes to flap loudly.

Saga's long blue hair stood on end, and his astonishing aura shocked everyone who saw it.

"Earth-Shattering Fist!!"

Saga swung his hands out, and instantly the air in front of him seemed to detonate concentrated explosives, and a powerful shockwave visible to the naked eye crashed into Misty in front of him.

"Air Defense Barrier!"

Misty never dreamed that Saga would be so fierce.

At this moment, he didn't even have time to hide the arrogance on his face, and quickly spread his hands to release a wave of psychic defense.

"boom!"

The earth-shattering fist struck the air defense barrier, producing a deafening roar. The force of the collision then scattered like a whirlwind, sending soil, rocks, and sand flying into the air.

The scene was truly spectacular!

But the most spectacular sight was not the flying dirt and gravel, but a figure swirling in mid-air. This figure spun more than 36000 degrees in the sky before falling from mid-air, spraying blood.

"Mesti?!"

The young fighters watching the battle were dumbfounded, remaining in shock for several seconds before they came to their senses.

Meanwhile, Saga, who caused all of this, was equally dumbfounded.

"This...that's it?!"

Saga never dreamed that the seemingly arrogant and powerful Misty would be so weak that she couldn't even withstand a single blow from him, causing him to waste all his time building up his emotions.

"I finally remember! This guy is the Silver Saint of the Lizard constellation..."

Jia Long, standing to the side, rubbed his forehead in frustration: "Sigh, it's a comic I read when I was a kid, it's been so long. I only remember there was this silly guy who kept saying he wanted to drill holes in Mu, but I've forgotten his name."

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and save him! Otherwise, this guy will fall to his death!"

"Yes, save them!"

Just as the young warriors realized what was happening and were about to rescue the people, a chain appeared out of thin air, binding Misty in the sky and pulling her back to the ground.

"It's nothing. He was just hit by a force that's not even as strong as a Black Iron-level fighting technique. With Misty's physique, at most he'll have broken bones, shattered internal organs, and his face will be disfigured. It's not that easy for him to die."

It was Alubio who made the move.

After his habitual catchphrase, Albiot picked up the heavily injured Misty and handed her to one of the little fighters.

“Milo, you trained under the giant Nacassis, so you will be in charge of healing him.”

"Don't worry, Professor Albio, as long as Mestie is still alive, I can bring him back to life!"

Milo happily took Mestidi and carried her to the side.

Then, Milo turned his back to everyone and raised a long, powerful finger high, with a flame-like psychic power burning at the fingertip.

"Mestid, let me infuse my burning life into your tender body!"

"what!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the sky.

As Milo pointed his finger, Mesti, who had been lying lifeless on the ground, suddenly began to struggle and roar wildly, emitting a scream that seemed to shatter her heart and soul, giving people a feeling of being worse than dead.

"Sigh~"

All the young warriors, including Jalong and Saga, gasped in shock. This Milo was terrifying!

Just then, Milo turned around with a satisfied look on his face and gave the young fighters a bright, sunny smile.

"I'm really looking forward to treating you, to infusing my passionate life into your delicate bodies..."

Milo's smile was very innocent.

The young warriors felt a chill run down their spines, as if they could see the deadly poison needle hidden behind his sunny smile!

"I must never get hurt again, and I must never fall into this person's hands!"

At that moment, everyone present reached a consensus.

"What are you all looking at? Keep fighting!"

"Saga has won, Kanon, it's your turn..."

Albiot's voice rang out. He glanced at Jalong and casually pointed at the young fighters:

"Hmm... Your opponent is Deathmask!"

Chapter 4: A Sudden Rise! The Powerful Twins (Part 2)

"Is it finally my turn?"

At Alubio's prompting, Jalon stepped forward with a relaxed expression.

Unlike Saga, who was filled with lofty ideals.

Jia Long's purpose in coming to the Holy Land was very simple: he wanted to become stronger!

In his own unique way.

On the other side, a small fighter with an afro stepped out.

Deathmask!

One of the future famous aquatic product duo.

"You two little blue-haired guys, don't think you're so great just because you defeated Misty. Everyone in the top tier has defeated him, and I, Deathmask, beat him up three to five times a day..."

"He's just a pathetic guy who's been abused to the point of delusions, completely different from us!"

Dismask stood in front of Jialong with his head held high.

Even though Saga had just displayed formidable fighting power, it didn't seem to affect Deathmask at all. His arrogant expression remained unchanged, and he spoke with unwavering confidence.

"Come on, you little blue-haired guy! Let me show you Deathmask's strongest punch! I promise I won't kill you!"

Deathmask's tone was almost identical to that of the arrogant and domineering Mester. After speaking, he suddenly shuddered and assumed an extremely imposing fighting stance.

If it were Saga acting like this, he might believe it and see him as the second stunningly beautiful woman.

But Jia Long is different.

He knows Deathmask better than anyone else. Even if he becomes a Gold Saint in the future, he'll still be a necromancer wearing a Gold Cloth, okay?

The strongest punch?

He has no strongest punch whatsoever. What's the point of a mage pretending to be a warrior?

However... this is a good opportunity.

"Alright, Afro! I, Galon, love the most brutal, hand-to-hand combat! Today I'll witness your strongest... fist! Let's see who is the strongest... warrior between us!"

With a slight smirk, Jia Long pounced on Dismask like a black lightning bolt, leaping up, raising his leg, and kicking his opponent with fluid, seamless movements, showcasing his formidable fighting skills.

What's even more powerful is the force carried by this kick.

As the strong wind howled, the air in front of the feet was compressed into visible air waves, producing a deafening roar!

"Sonic kick?!"

The young warriors watching the battle all showed expressions of amazement, and even Aiolos's expression became serious.

"This is a powerful warrior who is no less than Saga!"

"Yes, Galon is very powerful."

Mu, a master of telekinesis, revealed a playful expression:

"Unfortunately, his opponent was Deathmask, a man skilled at manipulating souls..."

Mu hadn't finished speaking.

A loud thud was heard as Jia Long's kick struck the target squarely.

But strangely, the instant Jia Long kicked Deathmask, a ghostly figure wreathed in soul fire flew out from the latter's body and lunged back at his opponent with bared teeth and claws.

Caught off guard, Jia Long had no time to retract his leg. The immense force unleashed sent Dismask flying more than ten meters away like a cannonball.

The menacing ghostly figure took the opportunity to approach him.

"Foolish fellow, you've been fooled! Behold my Deathmask's ultimate technique, Soul-Binding Mind Wave!"

The ghostly figure was Deathmask's soul, which he somehow condensed into a physical form. As soon as it approached Jia Long, it expanded into a psychic wave filled with the aura of death, rushing towards Jia Long with a sinister laugh.

The soul, though tangible, is intangible and therefore utterly immune to any physical attack.

The two sides were extremely close, so even if the other side immediately took off running, it would be difficult to escape his pursuit.

Therefore, Deathmask, feeling confident of victory, became somewhat arrogant.

"So what if you're strong? A muscle-bound fool is destined to lose to a true strategist!"

"The ridiculous thing is that this little blue-haired guy actually thinks I'm a warrior. You should know that I, Deathmask, am a powerful soul-type telekinetic, a true necromancer!"

"Although I can't really kill him with Professor Albiot around, I can extract his soul and play with it for a while. It just so happens that my collection is missing a pair of twin masks..."

Although he was feeling elated, Deathmask did not slow down in the slightest. The Soul-Binding Wave formed from his soul rushed to Jia Long in an instant.

However, to Deathmask's surprise, Jaron showed no intention of running away when faced with his ultimate technique.

Instead, she gave him a bright smile.

He even extended his palm.

"Has he given up the fight?"

"Hmph! You think I'll let you off the hook like that? No way! Even though I'm lonely in the training camp and have no friends, I don't want to be friends with a handsome guy like you!"

Being handsome is a cardinal sin, go to hell!

Just as Deathmask was about to deliver the fatal blow, he suddenly heard Jia Long across from him utter five words, one by one:

"Otherworldly Vortex!"