The dragon's harem-Chapter 1957: Jackhammer

The archon lifted both her arms up and gave Arad a smile. "Come, straight at the abs, as hard as you could. Don’t worry, I tanked hits powerful enough to crack a moon in half."

Arad nodded, took a deep breath, and cocked his arm back. "Then, brace yourself. I, too, can deal some damage." All of the muscles on his body bulged, and his feet dug into the ground as the veins of his arms pulsed.

"This had evaporated an entire sea and dropped Cain to his knees." As Arad was about to send his fist flying, the archon blinked, trying to wrap her head around what he just said. Did he mean Cain Lisworth, the overgod? Hold up, a punch that dropped that nightmare?!

The moment Arad’s fist started moving, the air around it combusted into flames from the sheer friction generated by its speed. Arad wasn’t punching with his arms alone; he was using his entire body and gravity magic to send his fist flying toward the archon’s stomach.

This fist carried his entire weight in it, all of that inside his stomach, and moved at a harrowing speed. The flames around it burned bright blue as the air didn’t just burn, but broke down from the sheer pressure and heat. Blinding light illuminated the entire area, and the angel’s face twisted as Arad’s fist hit her abdomen, crushing the air that was between her flesh and his knuckles.

But that wasn’t all, Arad’s fist didn’t hit just once, but several times like a jackhammer, and the air between his fist and the angel’s stomach was quickly crushed upon itself, and soon, it released all of its energy in bursts.

The entire area was torn apart, the ground evaporated, and a blast, a mushroom cloud three-kilometre long ripped the fabric of reality apart, and soon, nine more followed. Like a jackhammer, Arad’s fist hit multiple times, ten times to be exact, in that fraction of a second, and thus caused nine blasts.

The other archons were sent flying, and would’ve ended a few hundred kilometres away if Kali didn’t save them, and the angel that Arad punched was the one to suffer the most. She wasn’t just punched in the guts, she was hit with ten nukes at once, and her entire consciousness faded for a second there.

The punch had sent her flying back at several tens of times faster than the speed of sound, and she tore through multiple mountains like they were made of cards, before finally coming to a halt over nine hundred kilometres away, twitching like she was about to die. It was a miracle that Arad didn’t just evaporate or punch a hole into her guts. The imprint of his fist was burned onto her abdomen, and all of her divine clothes had been burned to ash.

How did Arad and Cain’s fight at the bottom of the ocean end up with half the planet ripped apart? Well, both of them could throw attacks like this, and neither was backing away, so the result was expected.

Kali appeared, sitting beside the archon, who looked as though she was dying. "Listen, that was a stupid challenge. Arad might not be a god, but he is a monster when it comes to his power and potential for destruction." She looked at her with a smile. "I honestly expected you to die, but I’m surprised that you survived without your guts being torn out of your torso."

She kicked her awake. "Stand up, I’m already healing you." She then glared at her with a grin. "Listen, that was a serious punch from an exhausted Arad. That is probably the reason you’re still alive. This is both a training for him and you."

As the archon gasped back to reality, she nervously touched her stomach and was glad there wasn’t a hole in it. "What was that power?"

"You might know since Diana just sent you here, but Arad had already killed Alexander, the god of war, fought Nyar’s avatar several times, and even scrapped with me. He is by no means weak." Kali pointed forward toward Arad, who was standing just a few hundred meters away, waiting for the archon to recover. He could teleport four thousand kilometres in every direction with void step, meaning he could’ve hit the archon again the moment she stopped moving.

The angel looked down at herself and blushed. The heat and fire from his fist had torn all of her clothes away, so she was naked. She wasn’t burned to a crisp thanks to Kali’s divine magic lowering, the damage she took. She quickly covered herself and threw a glare at him, "Can you not stare at me?"

"No, we’re still in a fight, so I’m not taking my eyes off you." He replied, and Kali smacked her on the butt again. "Why are you covering yourself? You’ll be shaking your butt to him soon. You made the deal, and as an archon, you shouldn’t back away."

"She can..." Arad sighed, but the archon herself agreed with Kali and slowly lowered her hands. "Yeah, if we were in a real fight, I would be dying by now. I won’t even have time to care about my clothes." She flicked her fingers, and a new robe covered her body.

"I honestly didn’t expect you to be that strong. What did you mean by dropped Cain down?" She took a step forward, and Arad approached as well.

"Cain Lisworth, the former overgod had attacked my capital city, and I had to fight at the bottom of a monster-infested, nightmarish ocean, which was in the middle of an expansion clash between him, Amaterasu, and Yog." Hearing Arad, the archon stared back at Kali with a terrified, and confused face.

"That’s the truth, the reason why I got back so early. This foolish husband of mine had been in more troubles than I would’ve wished for." She sighed, "I’ll be staying by his side for a while to make sure Cain doesn’t attack again."

"Wait a damned moment! He is at Cain’s level, and you wanted us to train him?!" She cried, and Kali laughed. "Of course he isn’t on Cain’s level, are you crazy? Cain, at the time, had to deal with both Amaterasu and Yog while fighting Arad; he wasn’t at a tenth of his power. Arad might’ve broken the balance of the triple expansion clash, but he sure couldn’t measure up to any of them in a direct fight."

She then looked toward Arad, "Besides, he is exhausted now, so you archons should prove a challenge, as long as you don’t make stupid bets and eat a direct hit."

The archon finally understood just how powerful Arad was, and she stood ready for the second round. Arad smiled and approached even further. "Are you sure? I hit you pretty hard."

"You don’t need to worry about me. That was a foolish bet, as her divinity said. I’ve underestimated you a lot, and I got what I deserved for it." She walked forward until she was right in Arad’s face, with her chest almost touching his. She was tall, three meters tall, but he was still taller.

"Now I understand why my body was so afraid of fighting you. I was underestimating you, a deadly mistake, and my flesh realized that."

"Then how about we make it even? You can punch me just like how I did." Arad rested his fists on his hips. "I know its stupid, but let’s try it. I want to see how much damage I can endure."

She smiled, "I admit that I lost to your punch earlier, so I’ll fulfill my promise later. That’s why I also want you to make the same bet. If you decide that my punch was strong, then you’ll lick me until I’m satisfied."

"And if you don’t manage to hurt me?" He tilted his head, and she giggled with burning light flashing inside her eyes.

"I can punch a moon in half, so I’m at least ripping this entire continent from its roots. You’re going down, even a god would go down to their knees if I got a clean punch in." She licked her lips, "But, if you somehow manage to survive, then from this day onward, when you need to take a leak, call me and I’ll let you use my throat. Since that’s all I deserve if I’m that much of a failure."

"Then go ahead and punch, show me what you can do." This was a good chance for Arad to test his durability against someone who could actually hit hard.