Jack sat up and rubbed his still-hurting chin. When Lydia bashed him with her shield, she must've hit both his chin and chest, knocking the wind out of him and putting him down in a single move. It felt like getting slapped by a titan, and if he wasn't a demigod, he would've died on the spot.
The reality was clear; he was nowhere near as physically powerful as Lydia. But he could still feel it in his bones, even without believers; the upper limit of his strength and durability had increased. If he trains hard for a long time, he is bound to reach her physical level even as a demigod.
The only problem was divine magic; right now, Jack had no way of reaching Lydia's level because she was drawing directly from Amaterasu. Comparing them is like comparing a tiny pond to an ocean.
He stood and put his hands together. "I know! If I use the serpent's power." His eyes flashed with divine magic, and his arms were engulfed by a flow of golden divine power.
