“Don’t let Pollux land a punch! Those cast-iron fists are a divine gift! They’re basically an authority in themselves!” Isaac shouted, ensuring that even Leonard, still some distance away, could hear him.0

As he laid eyes on those fists, Isaac immediately realized what they were up against. His eyebrows twitched as he recalled the information on Pollux. 0

I can't believe Castor had the power to summon Pollux. I must report this when we get back!0

With decades of experience and keen insight, Isaac carefully moved his sword. Pollux was a Void Deity renowned for his unparalleled combat abilities, far superior to his brother Castor. While his divinity wasn’t particularly high, his self-trained martial prowess was extraordinary. 0

With fists capable of shattering anything, Pollux was a monster close to the Demigod Tier.0

―You lot don’t seem like the ones who defeated my brother.0

Pollux looked at the three White Dragon knights—Hugo being out of the picture—with a cold, calculating gaze, and then shifted his stance. He extended his left hand forward at shoulder height and brought his right hand to his chin, shifting his weight back and forth on his legs, which were aligned diagonally. 0

It was pankration, an ancient martial art. 0

―Let’s take care of the distractions first.0

Pollux bared his fangs like a predator. Then, he moved...0