The Greece Antagonist

At that moment, the archer on the clearing looked at the billowing smoke from the explosion and let out a sigh of relief.

The rapid shot technique taught by the Goddess and the little tricks her teacher had taught her years ago—she had used them all and managed to catch the opponent off guard.

Although this guy was tricky, he was ultimately dealt with...

"Snap!"

A crisp sound came from behind, and the huntress first felt numb, then a burning pain spread from her buttocks.

"What are you daydreaming about? You think I'm that easy to deal with?"

Along with a low, cold snort, the figure who had appeared behind Atalanta tapped the half-stick in hand and whipped the huntress' buttocks again.

"Snap snap!"

Another wave of searing pain struck, and Atalanta recovered from her shock, her proud heart instantly filled with a strong sense of humiliation.

"You bastard!"

With an angry shout, the huntress whipped her arm backward, swinging the sturdy back of her bow toward the enemy's throat.

"Short against long, stupid!"

In a disdainful tone, the half-stick, like a viper's tongue, struck Atalanta's wrist, bringing an unbearable sour numbness and causing the longbow to fall from the huntress's grasp toward the ground.

Seeing her weapon slipping from her hands, Atalanta instinctively bent to try to reclaim the longbow.

"So obvious you're going for it, you think I'm blind?!"

In the annoyed cold snort, the stick swept across, and the tip agitated with magic power instantly sent the falling longbow flying, cutting off Atalanta's hope of retrieving her weapon.

Run!

Realizing she was no match for the formidable enemy before her, the huntress reluctantly swallowed her pride, leapt backward into the dense forest, turned around, and, using the uneven tree branches, leaped through the woods like a sprite, trying to escape back to the Temple of Artemis at the heart of the mountains to regroup.

A momentary gain or loss doesn't determine the final outcome; as long as she could distance herself and regroup, the outcome was still uncertain.

And in Arcadia, she was very confident in her speed.

"Thinking of running? Too late!"

The haunting cold snort came again, and Atalanta saw a blur before the figure she had left standing in place caught up with her.

Next, a certain demon wielding a half-stick furiously whipped her buttocks.

Atalanta dodged left and right in humiliation, trying everything she could to get away.

But the uninvited guest clung to her back like a tenacious plague, relentlessly whipping her buttocks, aiming specifically for the fleshier parts.

For a moment, the crisp sounds rang through the forest like frying beans, mixed with a hint of a gleeful tune.

"Snap snap!"

"Damn it, stop it!"

"Snap snap snap!"

"A warrior can be killed, but not insulted! Grunt, come at me!"

"Snap snap snap snap!"

"Demon, I'll fight you to the death!"

In the end, having been whipped all the way, Atalanta could no longer endure it and, like a cornered lioness, surged with divine power, turned around to counterattack, ready to perish together with the one who had brought her such great shame.

As everyone knows, felines can't resist teasing.

Get them angry, and no matter who's on the other side or whether they can win, they'll adopt a stance ready to fight to the death.

"Snap~"

However, as a numbing blow hit her forehead, Atalanta's fierce eyes instantly cleared, and she stared in amazement at the figure who had cleared the mist.

"Teacher?"

Luo En nodded, then sternly started lecturing.

"So long to recognize me, observational skills not up to standard!"

"Is this an assessment? Why do I feel like you're just here to beat me up?"

Atalanta touched her swollen buttocks, grimacing and sucking in a breath of cold air, suspicion thick in her eyes.

Luo En glanced at Atalanta, asking nonchalantly.

"Would a real enemy pull their punches against you?"

"No," Atalanta shook her head.

"Would someone who wants to kill you point out your weaknesses?"

"No..." Atalanta shook her head again.

"Would someone unfamiliar use this way to teach you a lesson?"

"They probably... wouldn't?" Atalanta thought for a moment, shook her head again, and her initially clear eyes gradually became lost.

"So, think about it and you'll know, even if I hadn't revealed myself, I'm definitely familiar with you!" Luo En said irritatedly as he revealed the answer, continuing with a cold snort to chide her, "To think you sparred with me for so long without realizing it, and even in the end, you wanted to go out together with me!"

Seeing her teacher's deeply disappointed expression, Atalanta felt deeply ashamed of her impulsive behavior and poor performance on the battlefield.

"Hmm, so many doubts and yet I failed to notice immediately, squandering your good intentions, teacher."

"Let's forget it, you're still young, lacking such experience is normal."

Luo En waved his hand magnanimously, then glanced behind Atalanta at something, slowed his tone, and asked with concern.

"How is it? Is your buttocks still sore?"

"It's not sore!"

The spirited Atalanta, upon hearing the question, instinctively straightened her posture.

Then, due to the movement of the muscles in her buttocks, the burning pain returned, causing the sensitive feline to tremble involuntarily, biting her lip and groaning softly.

Luo En saw this and, without a word, stretched out his hand and pulled his beloved disciple to his side.

"Alright, stop pretending to be tough. Come here and let me take a look."

As he spoke, he slightly lifted his right hand and activated the life and healing authority of his seventh incarnation, "Crown." Glowing green dots sprinkled onto Atalanta's swollen bottom, a sensation of coolness and healing flowed through, quickly reducing the swelling and dissipating the bruise.

The painful expression on Atalanta's face gradually gave way to comfort.

The pleasant feeling brought by the healing and the security of having her teacher by her side made her subconsciously let down her guard and close her eyes to enjoy this wonderful experience.

Meanwhile, the tail of the feline creature behind her swayed gently, influenced by her own joyful emotions.

Watching the fluffy thing swing back and forth before his eyes, Luo En couldn't help but feel envious and tempted.

That fur, that softness, it must feel amazing to touch, right?

Damn, I really want to try it...

However, after a moment of internal grumbling, Luo En eventually resisted the urge, snuffed out the inappropriate thought, and made a more anthropomorphic decision.

"Alright!"

After dispersing the last bit of bruising, Luo En patted Atalanta on the shoulder, waking up his seemingly content apprentice, putting on a stern face, and announced seriously.

"Now let's talk about your problems. First off, your trap setup was too crude, and your methods are too monotonous. They are all independent, without good interaction. Any opponent with a bit of intelligence could easily dodge them. You need to improve this."

"Mhm!"

Atalanta nodded her head, earnestly remembering her teacher's instructions.

Actual combat had proven that although her teacher's techniques and tricks might not always be fair and square, they were indeed practical—as evidenced by the unexpected arrow that was one of her few triumphs in the entire battle.

"What about my archery skills?"

"Ahem, so-so..."

Hearing Atalanta bring up the one topic he hoped to avoid, Luo En coughed awkwardly, giving a non-committal evaluation before quickly changing the subject.

"Finally, you also need to work on your insight, tactics, and battle experience. They are too immature. Against ordinary demigods, you might be fine, but if you faced a real expert, you'd have died seventeen or eighteen times over in the situation just now!"

"Uh-huh..."

Atalanta had no rebuttal, recognizing that her teacher had maintained the level of a demigod during their sparring session.

In the end, Luo En summarized.

"Congratulations, for this assessment—you get 10 points!"

"?"

"Out of 100! What were you thinking?"

"Oh..."

Atalanta, feeling dejected, drooped her head, her pride from recently dominating the Arcadian Mountains crushed.

Seeing his disciple's downcast cat ears, Luo En suddenly felt a pang of compassion and cleared his throat, offering a sweetener.

"Your archery and abilities are good; you just lack some real combat experience. When we have time, I'll take you into town for a visit, to spar with peers your age. I guarantee it'll greatly improve your skills."

"Really?"

Upon hearing these words, the previously disheartened Atalanta perked up instantly.

Even though the Arcadian Mountains were beautiful, allowing her to hunt and gallop to her heart's content, staying here all her life eventually got tiring.

The opportunity to go into town was a significant temptation for the fickle-hearted Atalanta.

"When do we leave?"

"Don't rush; we'll have to wait until I report back to the Goddess of the Hunt and formally take my leave."

Seeing Atalanta so excited, Luo En laughingly spoke to calm her.

"Alright, you go get ready. I have some personal matters to take care of."

Atalanta nodded and swiftly ran off, bouncing away and quickly disappearing into the dense forest shade.

As Luo En watched his student run off, he turned his head to look at the bushes to his side.

With a rustling sound, the Goddess of the Hunt, clothed in a gauzy tunic and with her skin and hair exuding a moist sheen, stepped out of the shadows and gazed meaningfully at her lover.

After a moment, Luo En, feeling somewhat hairy under her gaze, cleared his throat and asked.

"When did you get here? What a coincidence?"

"Right when you started spanking Atalanta..." Artemis said with a smirk, glancing at the broken stick in someone's hands, "Looks like it has a nice feel?"

"Ahaha, just a bit of corrective education, I'm only fulfilling my duty as a teacher!"

With a forced laugh, Luo En hastily threw away the incriminating tool, put on a grave face, and diverted the conversation.

"I've heard about Apollo and Asclepius..."

Listened intently as her lover recounted his journey, Artemis's face showed both distress and affection.

She was moved because of a promise she'd made; he had braved near-certain death to enter the Netherworld to shield Asclepius from guilt, faced arduous challenges to emerge safely, hurried to the scene to protect the soul of the young man in question...

Not to mention, thereafter he ran all the way to Thessaly to talk sense into her foolish brother.

In an effort to alleviate the tension between her and Apollo and to prevent her brother from making rash decisions, Luo En even attributed all the credit to her.

The Goddess of the Hunt looked at her weary little lover, her eyes brimming with intense love and passion.

"Luo En..."

Hearing the tenderly repeated murmurs, Luo En understood immediately, stepped forward to scoop up Artemis, and rushed deeper into the woods.

"Hold on a moment..."

With a gentle shout, Artemis reclining on her lover's arms extended her finger to motion at the air, beckoning the broken stick from the ground into her hand.

"Bring this along!"

The Goddess licked her dry lips, her undeniable gaze filled with a fierce desire to win and an impulse to challenge taboos. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire