The Greece Antagonist

In the great hall, just as Luo En was secretly concerned about Jason's biological functions, Atalanta approached curiously and asked. "Teacher, what were you talking about just now?" "Oh, he said he was jealous, jealous that I have so many lovely ladies to keep me company." Luo En replied without changing his expression, smiling towards the stunning beauties beside him. The future most beautiful woman in Greece, Helen, the current most beautiful woman in Thessaly, Cainis, the legendary enchantress Medea, the huntress Atalanta, and the renowned Amazon Queen Hippolyta with her Amazon troop... Such high-quality beauties—a single Divine Blood Hero possessing one could often boast and brag extensively. But for him, almost all the beauties scoring above eight almost formed two mahjong tables. Having been praised by the Chief God himself, all the beauties in the area seemed very pleased, unconsciously moving closer toward Luo En at the center, trying to exhibit more of their beauty in hopes of gaining further recognition. Alas, where does this baseless competitive spirit come from? Luo En, surrounded by stars holding up a cup, pretended to sigh while he keenly enjoyed the eye-pleasing spectacle of beauties vying for attention around him. And at the scene, envious or admiring gazes landed on that lucky rascal surrounded by beauties. However, it didn't take long before the exclusive adoration Luo En received brought hatred upon him. "Hey, kid, where are you from? What achievements have you made? What qualifies you to sit here?" A middle-aged man, burping from alcohol, staggered over and slapped his hand on Luo En's table, sneering with inquiry. "Right, speak up, let everyone hear." The man following him jeered with his arms crossed. The two men, likely brothers, disdainfully and indignantly eyed the delicate-looking Luo En in front of them. Everyone here came as Divine Blood Heroes to support Thessaly. Why should this pretty face be able to sit at the front and enjoy the service of so many beauties? However, fueled by their dismay and alcohol, the two men failed to notice that as soon as they spoke out, the entire room fell silent, and gazes filled with pity or mockery converged on them. Whose misfortunate men are these? Don't they know that the ones at the forefront are often the toughest fighters? About a dozen Divine Blood Heroes who participated in the battle against the giants even looked on with schadenfreude. Unlike these naive newcomers, they had witnessed this "pretty face" brutally smash a group of giants into a pile of gore on the ground. Now, this was going to be a good show. And as Luo En looked at the two troublemakers, his gaze also became filled with warmth. A wild, brain-dead antagonist, the best kind of fodder for showing off and face-slapping in legends! After so long in Greece, he finally encountered the real deal! Every time it was about defeating more powerful foes, but this time he must try the thrill of crushing newbies in the starting village! "Swoosh! Swoosh!" However, before Luo En could come up with his own thrilling script, two sharp sounds of breaking the air exploded from behind him. Before anyone realized, they saw two arrows embed themselves into a stone pillar of the great hall, their tails vibrating noisily. And the two middle-aged men causing trouble at the table hesitated for a moment before they felt a burning pain on their cheeks and instinctively raised their hands, as the warmth of blood flowed into their palms. Blood! The pain from the tear in their cheeks caused the alcohol to turn into cold sweat within them. "Now, do we qualify to sit here?" Atalanta, holding her bowstring taut, looked displeased. The two middle-aged men, as if sensing the scent of death, quickly identified their target. "I meant him, you..." "He is my teacher and a distinguished guest of Arcadia; to insult him is to insult all of Arcadia!" Atalanta coldly indicated her identity as the Arcadian Queen, her sharp gaze fixed on the two men. The two brothers at the table seemed like rabbits under a leopard's gaze, feeling a chill down their spines, their faces pale as they instinctively shrank their necks and fled in panic. However, just as they turned around, a whooshing spear nearly pierced their feet as it plunged into the ground, narrowly missing their foot soles. "Who said you could leave?" Cainis moved forward with a sneer, pulling out the spear that had sunk several inches into the floor, the cold and hard spearhead mercilessly slapping the faces of the men who were still bleeding. "Where are you from? What have you accomplished? What qualifies you to stand in front of us?" The temperamental beauty of Thessaly posed the same questions, seeing the men's legs shaking uncontrollably, she scoffed with disdain. "Two blind fools, don't you know he is a state guest of Thessaly? Pah!" Watching the spit on the floor and the splatter around, Luo En silently put down his wine cup, muttering complaints internally. Cainis, could you be any more uncouth? What's more, she had stolen his lines! Luo En turned his head, casting a resentful glance at his devoted disciple, Atalanta, who was firmly protecting him, and at the eager group of female and male heroes beside her, feeling utterly frustrated. Revealing his identity too soon was problematic—he hardly had a chance to face any challenges himself as a horde always stepped in to fight on his behalf. What was meant to be an exhilarating episode just vanished. You're in for it tonight! Luo En glanced maliciously at his beloved disciple, his eyes lingering on her lion's tail, flickering slyly.