Reborn As Hades In Olympus Chapter 180 Chapter 180 The Victor Decided!!

Ch. 180: The Victor Decided!!

My eyes flashed open and with it the water around exploded, shooting up like a geyser. My aura felt different, foreign. It changed my sense of perception. I looked up as I was surrounded by the surging ocean the waters seeming to be wary of .

"Why can't you just die right?" I could feel the rage emanating from Poseidon's voice as he bood at from the top of the oceans surface.

Clearly my return did not sit well with him

"Brother, give up," he growled, his voice a rumble that reverberated through the water.

I didn't respond. Words were futile now. Instead, I let the silence carry my resolve as I stepped forward, the sand beneath my feet shifting with every movent. Poseidon's eyes narrowed, sensing the change before it even began.

Strange sigils-like markings started to crawl unto my arms— the forgotten marks of power buried deep within my soul— burned to life, scorching my skin with an otherworldly heat. I could feel them etching themselves deeper, veins of fire coursing across my body. My hair began to turn white, strands flowing like silver fla in the water. The shift wasn't just physical; it was primal, a transformation into sothing I couldn't fully comprehend. The strange power stirred in response, its essence flooding through in waves, ancient and vengeful.

Poseidon's grin faltered, his trident twitching in his grasp. "What is this…?"

I didn't give him the luxury of an answer.

With a single leap, I closed the distance between us, the blade of my scythe— hewn from the obsidian of Tartarus— slicing through the currents. Poseidon parried, his trident crashing against my weapon with a force that sent shockwaves rippling outward. The ocean gave way as it was thrown back by the powerful shockwave of the battle, I could see fissures spidering across the seabed. The sheer impact sent schools of fish scattering, their forms swallowed by the abyss.

With no water to hold us up we fell down to the sea bed that was once a coral paradise now our bloody battlefield.

"You think this changes anything?" Poseidon roared, thrusting his trident toward my chest. I could see him becoming agitated. Water coalesced into a spear around the weapon, streaking toward like lightning. My body sidestepped moving in instinct, the sigils on my arm glowing brighter as I raised my hand. The water obeyed now. I redirected the attack, twisting it into a spiral and sending it hurtling back toward him.

Poseidon bellowed in frustration, the spear dissipating as he summoned a tidal wave that crashed into . The force hurled backward, but I dug my heels into the sand, anchoring myself. My body burned with the power surging through , every muscle thrumming with energy.

Now Poseidon was looking terrified. "What-- how are you doing this? Could it be that you have awakened your true powers?" A look of fear now plagued his face like a torrent raging wildly.

"You've grown weak, brother," I said, my voice colder than the ocean's depths. "Your strength is tied to the elent, to your need for power. But I am no longer bound by such trivialities."

The ocean began to darken around us, the water itself trembling. Poseidon lunged, his strikes growing more erratic, more desperate. I countered each one, the sigils guiding my movents with unnatural precision. Every swing of my blade carved arcs of darkness into the water, each one driving Poseidon further back.

Bit by bit his composure wavered...

Then ca his mistake.

He overextended, a wide arc of his trident leaving his side unguarded. I seized the opening, slamming my blade into his chest. The force drove him backward, his feet skidding across the ocean floor as blood— dark and thick— drew a wide arc in the open space before falling to the seabed beneath our feet. He howled, clutching the wound, his rage palpable.

"You dare wound in my own domain?" he spat, blood dripping from his lips. "I am the sea! I am eternal!"

"Poseidon stop this," I said, stepping forward, my voice a whisper that cut sharper than any blade.

The sigils on my arms flared brighter, their glow spreading across my chest, my legs, my face. The transformation was complete. I felt the power of my combined core consuming , remaking into sothing perhaps greater than a god.

My body felt unusually light like air, my eyes could see his moves before he made them, I was at my peak. The water around us churned violently as I struck, each blow hamring into Poseidon with unrelenting force. He fought back, but his strikes grew weaker, his movents slower. Blood clouded the water, a dark haze that swirled around us like smoke.

Overpowering him and outclassing him, I disard him. A spart of fireworks erupted from our clash as if announcing my victory. His trident fell to the ground, embedding itself in the sand. He stumbled, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yield," I demanded, my blade hovering inches from his throat.

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He sneered, blood staining his teeth. "Never."

So be it.

With one swift motion, I brought my blade down, severing his right arm at the shoulder. The ocean scread with him, the water trembling as his blood poured into it. Poseidon fell to his knees, clutching the stump where his arm had been, his face contorted in agony.

"You... you will regret this," he hissed, his voice trembling with pain and fury.

I had done it, I had taken compensation for the arm I had lost in my first battle with him. Then I was unprepared as weak but now it was my win.

I sent my blade back into the abyss it ca from. The sigils on my body started to dim as the transformation began to fade. My hair returned to its dark blue, the burning in my veins subsiding. I stared down at him, my expression unreadable.

"Now, we're even," I said, turning away. "You did not lose because you were weaker, you lost because I was your opponent."

I left him there, broken and bleeding, his glory and might crumbling around him. The ocean floor was silent, the weight of my actions settling in my chest. This victory wasn't just mine— it was ours.

Poseidon looked up at broken and lost and said. "I lost." It seed he was unable to believe the cruel fate he had fallen to.

I raised my head and looked to the sky, waiting. A mont later a lone figure appeared floating in air, it was Zeus the proclaid ruler of Olympus. From where I stood I wondered what would be going on in his mind at the mont.