Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Zeus was now fully immersed in the sparring match with Roxana, the tension between them building with each passing moment.

He summoned two thunder lances, their crackling electric energy lighting up the arena as arcs of lightning danced around him. Roxana watched him closely, her smirk widening, clearly intrigued by his abilities.

"So, that's one of your tricks?" she teased, her voice playful yet sharp, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and challenge.

Zeus didn't waste any time with banter. "Take this, Thunder Lance!" he shouted, launching one of the glowing lances toward her with a swift motion. The air crackled with power as the lance sped toward her, sharp and deadly.

But Roxana didn't flinch. In a blur of motion, her right hand transformed into a Volcanic Dragon Claw, her arm now wrapped in molten scales, glowing with fiery heat.

She effortlessly caught the thunder lance mid-flight, the electric energy sparking against the molten claw. With a dismissive smirk, she crushed the lance in her hand, the electric charge dissipating like a mere spark in the wind.

"Is that all you've got?" Roxana taunted, her grin widening, her tone laced with mockery. Her voice carried a teasing, almost mocking edge as if daring him to do better.

Zeus sighed, feeling the weight of the spar increase. "Master, you're really petty," he muttered, his tone carrying both frustration and grudging respect. "You immediately went for your special physique. This is supposed to be a spar, not a beatdown."

Roxana let out a hearty chuckle, her amusement clear. "Oh? So, you already know about special physiques?" She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing with interest. "You really aren't a normal person, are you?"

Zeus's brow furrowed, his expression growing serious as he realized Roxana wasn't just testing his strength—she was probing him for something deeper.

"Damn it," he thought, realizing that this spar was more than just a training session. She was digging for information, trying to gauge just how much he knew and how far his abilities extended.

Without another word, Roxana lunged forward, her Volcanic Dragon Claw glowing with molten energy as she closed the distance between them.

Her expression was fierce, and her eyes gleamed with the thrill of the fight. Zeus barely had time to react, but he swiftly summoned two more thunder lances, crossing them in front of him just in time to block her powerful strike.

The impact was immense. The force of her attack sent shockwaves through the arena, and the ground beneath them cracked from the sheer power.

Zeus gritted his teeth, the pressure pushing him back slightly, but he held his ground, the electric energy of his lances sparking violently against Roxana's volcanic aura.

Roxana's eyes widened in surprise for the briefest moment. "You can block my attack?" she murmured, her voice low, almost as if speaking to herself. Then her lips curled into a grin, her tone shifting into something more amused. "You really are something else."

Zeus remained silent, his eyes locked on hers, refusing to give anything away. His muscles tensed, his focus unwavering. He wasn't about to reveal more than he had to.

Roxana's grin widened, and she tilted her head slightly, her molten claws still pressed against his thunder lances.

"Ah, so you're not going to talk? Holding your cards close, huh?" Her voice was teasing, but there was a sharp edge to it. She wasn't just enjoying the fight—she was trying to get into his head.

Zeus's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly loosened his grip on the lances, allowing them to dissipate in a flash of lightning. Roxana's eyes flickered in surprise as he swiftly summoned another pair of thunder lances, this time launching them toward her in a quick, calculated strike.

The force of the attack was strong enough to make Roxana take a step back, her molten claw flicking aside one of the lances, but the second managed to push her back slightly, catching her off guard.

She let out a low chuckle, her eyes narrowing as her amusement grew. "A surprise attack, huh? Not bad. You're full of tricks." There was a gleam in her eyes now, a mixture of respect and challenge, as if she was daring him to show her more.

Zeus grinned, his confidence swelling. "Anything goes in battle, right?"

But he wasn't finished. "I'm not done yet," Zeus declared, his voice filled with resolve. He flicked his fingers, and in an instant, multiple thunderous explosions erupted around Roxana.

The crackling energy surrounded her, lightning dancing across the arena as the blasts grew louder and more intense.

Yet, Roxana didn't flinch. She stood firm, her posture calm, her smile unwavering. The explosions seemed like mere sparks against her. "Pretty good," she said, her tone still playful but with a hint of approval. "But not good enough."

Without warning, Roxana unleashed even more of her power. Her volcanic aura surged outward like a tidal wave, the heat rippling through the air, making the very ground beneath them tremble. Zeus could feel the oppressive pressure closing in, the weight of her power almost overwhelming.

"Damn it," Zeus muttered under his breath, realizing the gap in their strength. He clenched his fists, preparing to summon an even larger, more powerful thunder lance. He knew Roxana was only getting warmed up, and if he didn't give it everything he had, he wouldn't stand a chance.

But just as he was about to act, Roxana did something unexpected. She suddenly relaxed, the molten energy around her dissipating. Her Volcanic Dragon Claw shifted back to normal, and she pulled back her aura, the oppressive heat vanishing in an instant.

"That's enough for now," Roxana said with a smile, her tone casual, as if they had just finished a light spar. "Let's go. It seems they've returned."

Zeus blinked, momentarily stunned by the abrupt shift in mood. "What...?" he started, his mind still reeling from the fight's intensity. But before he could finish his sentence, Roxana had already turned away, her demeanor calm as though the battle had never even begun.

"What just happened?" he thought, caught off guard by how easily she controlled the flow of the fight—and the sudden halt.