Chapter 101: Close Combat (1)

If the atmosphere between me and the god was somewhat strange and harmonious, then from the moment the god said he had waited for that moment, sparks flew between us.

Almost at the same time, we began to clench our hands in a secret hand signal.

I was full of nervousness, while the god was relaxed with a hint of ‘contempt’.

The power of the world here is too abundant, and it is the only place where I feel relaxed. Fighting here does not require fancy five element magic, but the most direct and most tragic collision of spiritual power, just like our battle with Patel in the deep pool.

I clearly thought I had a chance to win… At that moment, I felt the surging power of my own strength. I could almost see my strength turning into a sword, slashing through the air and fighting fiercely with the god… Regardless of victory or defeat, at least it was a fierce battle that belonged to a man.

However, I didn’t even have a chance to fight him. The next moment, his power turned into a ‘sharp cone’ that pierced my soul and pinned it down… Originally, my soul power was like a surging river, about to turn into power and directly collide… But because of this, it was like a rock blocking the river, which suddenly made my soul power collide with it and then could no longer flow.

The sudden blockage of the expanding power made my soul suddenly feel like an inflated balloon, and it became unbearably painful in an instant.

This discomfort was directly reflected in my body. My face turned red, and my neck swelled with veins. At that moment, I knew that I had no hope of victory. If I continued to hold my hand seal and condense my soul power, my soul would explode…

My only choice was to forcibly withdraw the hand seal. In the midst of extreme discomfort, I suddenly withdrew the hand seal. Because the situation was too embarrassing, the hand seal was completed in such a hurry that the moment the soul power retracted, a mouthful of blood spurted from my mouth and dripped onto the white robe, looking shocking.

Compared to my embarrassment, the god looked so dashing, with one hand behind his back and the other hand elegantly raised above his head. I didn’t know what kind of hand gesture he was using, but I suddenly saw the rhythm of his fingers, and the power seemed to leap out like a rhythmical melody. At some climax, it gathered into one sharp cone after another, with all the sharp tips facing me…

I have to admit that his technique is exquisite to the extreme. It is not just a collision, unlike Patel’s use of spiritual power, which is so rough. His power will lock my soul’s point just right, suppressing my power. This is the real “killer move” of this technique.

This requires an extremely subtle precision that cannot be achieved without a certain level of skill and understanding of the soul.

You have to understand that the essence of the soul is a kind of existence that cannot be explained, and it is not like the body that has such a clear goal.

Furthermore, the compression of power has reached a point where it is impossible to look up, otherwise why can a sharp cone of condensed power block my surging spiritual power? It can only be explained that the power condensed in this sharp cone is astonishing, and his control of power is also astonishing…

God is truly terrifying. The astonishing gap between him and me is illustrated by the fact that a single sharp cone can be condensed. There is nothing tricky about it, it is simply a direct difference in power… Look at him, he is still condensing one sharp cone after another.

Seeing my disheveled appearance, the god, although still casting spells, unconsciously wore a hint of a smile on his face, as if he was laughing at me. Where did he get the courage to dare to fight him?

I could only smile wryly. Is this really a head-on confrontation, like an egg against a rock?

But the god could not learn to feel pity. The already tilted balance of victory would not allow him to relax even the slightest bit. The rhythm of his fingers became faster and faster, and there was not even a shadow. It felt as if his hand moved and then did not move. It was even faster than the day he appeared in the bamboo forest.

The blood was still dripping from the corner of my mouth when I saw his hand suddenly clench, and the sharp spikes that condensed from it pierced through me mercilessly… There was no severe pain, and the only moment of pain was the moment when the spikes squeezed into my soul.

The only thing that was uncomfortable was the feeling of being locked up by the soul. Every node of the soul was locked up mercilessly by the gods.

This is even more magical than Wu Tian’s method of locking me with a rope knot. I was like being frozen on the altar, unable to move at all. To put it bluntly, I didn’t even have the freedom to fall.

But this was not the end. The god looked down on me from above. The last spike, the smallest one, was almost condensed into a solid one, piercing my lower abdomen with a sound of breaking the air.

This was a strange kind of injury, because there was no wound, and not even any blood flowed. I felt my own shattering, yes, the shattering of the place where the power was concentrated, or rather, the profound suppression. At this time, not to mention spiritual power, I couldn’t even use any power at all.

The god had finished all this, and his face was slightly flushed with a sickly redness. I stared at him, and I believed that this sickly redness was not because he had exerted such a spell on me and was unable to continue. He was just… just suppressing himself.

Haha, the chess game is set up.

However, it seemed that the god did not care about my gaze. His expression was more relaxed than ever at this moment. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at me and said, “Chen Chengyi, I don’t even want to ask you what kind of courage you have to fight me, because even a dying fish will struggle a little. I just didn’t expect that you still had such power. I thought you were very weak.”

I was speechless, and I just looked at the god with a resentful look. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to speak, but my soul was pinned by him, and I couldn’t even speak.

He didn’t seem to want to hear what I had to say, and just kept talking to himself, “It must have been that scheming Lin Xiaohua who taught you, right? It’s a pity that you’re so stupid that you didn’t save all that power for a last-ditch effort. She just wanted to ruin my big plans, but unfortunately, you know what?

The god smiled at this moment. I had never seen him smile like this before. His eyes were slightly curved, and he looked genuinely happy. Then he showed his white teeth and said to me, “She can’t bear to part with me. She is my woman. In the end, she can’t let you completely hurt me.”

My mind was in a complete mess. The reason for the chaos was that Lin Xiaohua had never mentioned any relationship with God to me. I only knew that she had a follower, and that person was always following death. I never thought that God would say such things.

This Lin Xiaohua… In fact, I’m not surprised that God would say she was his woman, because when I think back on her every move and every glance, it completely demonstrates what a woman’s charm is.

I breathed slowly, knowing that I had no choice but to believe.

Because under the altar, my master and the others are still there. Just for this reason, it is worth betting everything.

After saying this, the god looked a little bored, and I don’t know what he was thinking about. He walked back and forth on the altar, and then said anxiously, “Forget it, what am I telling you for? It won’t be long now. In ten minutes, you’ll know everything.”

“You, I have never been afraid of a weakling like you. It has always been that woman, Lin Xiaohua.” The statue of the god was completely deranged at this moment, and it walked faster and faster on the altar, as if it couldn’t vent its emotions if it didn’t walk like that.

I silently and quietly watched for ten minutes?

Then… it’s almost time!

“This woman is really a problem! What’s even more annoying is that why is it like this? Every one of me, every one of me is affected by her.” As he spoke, the god seemed to be extremely angry, and suddenly stopped his footsteps. His expression became extremely terrifying and distorted.

I thought he was going to beat me up? But he suddenly slapped his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which fell on the altar and landed right in one of the patterns.

Although I was completely restrained, I could already tell from the faintly glowing bright red color that this was the essence of the gods, the true essence of the heart.

“It’s begun.” The god looked at me and said this, with blood still on his lips.

Yes, it has already begun. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly…