I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 208 - 206: The Fatty’s Determination

Hu Jing started to get up, but then sat back down. To be honest, Wang Meng had also thought it would be Hu Jing; he never expected Zhang Xiaopang to show up.

"Go on!"

Zhang Xiaojiang grinned and nodded. "My dear Meimei, if I take this guy down, let’s do some Dual Cultivation today."

"Get lost, you damn pervert!" Liuu Mei’s face instantly turned beet red. Although Zhang Xiaojiang was always running his mouth, he usually knew the proper time and place. To dare tease her in front of everyone like this... he really had some nerve.

Zhang Xiaopang timidly scurried up onto the Magic Arena and bowed in all directions, looking a bit like a street performer.

Hann Li stared intently at the Little Fatty before him. ’His Magic isn’t very solid, but his talent is excellent. His ace in the hole is the Earth Escape Skill.’

’To put it bluntly, as long as I can prevent him from using his Earth Escape Skill, he’s useless.’

SHING...

Hann Li’s Jinling Sword left its sheath, and a bone-chilling Sword Qi immediately radiated outwards. Hann Li was taking this match very seriously. It was Liangyuan who had helped him walk out of despair. His Senior wanted a victory, and he was determined to deliver one!

In contrast to Hann Li’s solemnity, Zhang Xiaopang was still all smiles and jokes. "Hold on, Senior Brother Hann! Let me just get my shoes on right."

The entire crowd burst into laughter. This fatty was very inconsistent; sometimes his performance was amazing, and other times it was a total failure. It seemed all the disciples from Thunderlight Hall had this problem—their skill level was quite erratic.

Hann Li stared coldly at Zhang Xiaojiang, quietly watching as Zhang Xiaojiang slowly took his shoes off and put them back on. His patience was excellent.

Anyone who had been so brutally defeated by Li Tianyi would learn how to wait.

"Are you ready?"

"Thank you for waiting, Senior Brother. I hope you’ll go easy on me."

The fatty shamelessly tried to cozy up to him.

"As long as you surrender, I won’t make things difficult for you. Let’s begin!"

Hann Li pointed his Jinling Sword at Zhang Xiaojiang, but the Little Fatty slowly took out his Golden Silk Iron Bow. The faster Hann Li’s tempo, the slower his own became.

But the battle had begun. Hann Li didn’t need to wait any longer. A massive Sword Slash came crashing down.

That single strike stunned everyone...

’This level of Sword Qi... could it be?’

The Twentieth Layer???

With that one sword strike, Hann Li’s Elemental Power surged mightily to the Twentieth Layer—and beyond!

After his defeat, Hann Li had poured all his confidence and pride into his cultivation. As the number two figure of the Immortal Origin Hall, he had successfully broken through to the Twentieth Layer of Elemental Power. Today’s tide of Elemental Qi was merely the icing on the cake, allowing him to wield his Sword Technique with even more freedom and ease.

Their number two disciple reaching the Twentieth Layer... such an outrageous feat could only come from one of the Upper Three Halls.

This was far, far more shocking than Liangyuan reaching the Twentieth Layer.

SWISH SWISH SWISH...

The foundation of an elite disciple from the Upper Three Halls was incredibly solid. Every sword strike was vicious and carried immense pressure. Zhang Xiaojiang had no chance to even make a move; his only option was likely Earth Escape.

Zhang Xiaojiang didn’t waste any time. His opponent had come at him with such overwhelming force from the start, clearly intending to blast him to smithereens. Zhang Xiaojiang immediately used Earth Escape—his one-trick pony that worked every time.

A cold smile appeared on Hann Li’s face. ’It’s naive to think you can use the same old trick over and over.’

WHOOSH...

Hann Li shot into the air, his Jinling Sword hovering beside him. He fixed his eyes on the ground. The Aerial Skill consumed Elemental Power, and so did Earth Escape—in fact, it consumed even more. The only difference was whether you went up or down. Once you stripped away the mystique, magic was just magic.

The ground moved slightly, and Hann Li immediately recited the Sword Formulas.

"Heavenly Mountain Eight-direction Sword Formation!"

FWOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH...

An Array appeared on the ground, subjecting the area within its attack range to an indiscriminate bombardment of Sword Qi. The Sword Qi could penetrate the earth.

Zhang Xiaojiang was blasted out of the ground a short distance from the Sword Array, looking battered and drenched in sweat. If he hadn’t been agile enough, he would have been locked down by the array and either killed or severely injured.

That sudden burst of exertion had torn his wounds open again. Most importantly, there was a deep pain in his bones. The pain didn’t affect his Elemental Power, but it did affect his performance, and it was an awful feeling.

His movements were slightly hindered, and Hann Li immediately seized the opportunity, unleashing a flurry of Sword Slashes at the Little Fatty. It was just Zhang Xiaojiang’s luck to run into his natural counter. Hann Li’s abundant Elemental Power was enough to sustain his Aerial Skill while simultaneously releasing such Sword Slashes—of course, this was only possible because he had reached the Twentieth Layer.

Under these circumstances, all of Zhang Xiaojiang’s chances were essentially extinguished.

Zhang Xiaopang was certainly not ready to give up and forced out an arrow. But such a hasty attack was easily dodged by Hann Li, who countered with an even more explosive flurry of Sword Slashes.

The Little Fatty could only dodge and hide around the Magic Arena, not daring to use his Earth Escape Skill. The skill’s casting time was slow. If he used Earth Escape and was caught by his opponent’s Sword Array, he would be a sitting duck. The close call just now had been dangerous enough; Zhang Xiaojiang wasn’t naive enough to think it was a coincidence.

Hann Li, hovering in the air, was like a sharpshooter aiming at a target, sending Zhang Xiaojiang scrambling in chaos. It seemed Zhang Xiaojiang was about to repeat the tragedy of his first match.

It wasn’t that Zhang Xiaojiang wasn’t strong, but that his opponent was too strong. This was the standard of the Upper Three Halls.

As the saying goes, you are colored by the company you keep. When a group of high-level people gather, their standards are naturally different. How could the level of sparring exchanges between senior and junior brothers in the Upper Three Halls possibly compare to that of the Sub-Halls below?

At times like this, their deep foundation was on full display.

Hann Li was very calm. ’This Little Fatty is really slippery and quite persistent, even though he knows he has no chance of winning. Still, I don’t plan on wasting too much power. I’ll play it safe and steady. I need to save my strength for the battle with Lingyin Hall. I have to think long-term.’

But even so, Hann Li kept Zhang Xiaojiang steadily suppressed. Every time Zhang Xiaojiang made a large movement, it would trigger a heart-wrenching pain from his injuries. The fatty gradually lost his smile.

Hu Jing and the others felt their hearts sink. "Little Fatty is pushing himself too hard."

"I should have been the one to go," Zhou Qian said. In truth, he had no confidence either. Facing an elite Sword Cultivator at the Twentieth Layer of Life Mark who could exert the Elemental Power of a Twenty-Second Layer... no one could guarantee a win. They could only give it their all.

Far from the crowd, a middle-aged man was silently watching the Magic Arena. Zhou Feng couldn’t help but come after all. To him, these kids weren’t just disciples; they were friends. Zhou Feng didn’t have many friends. Ever since meeting Wang Meng, Zhang Xiaojiang, and the rest of their group, he had even found a new joy in life. The daily bickering and arguing, watching them strive for each other’s sake—that was what made life interesting, not dull.

This was their toughest challenge in the competition so far. Zhou Feng was well aware of the Immortal Origin Hall’s strength—especially with the batch of Pills he had provided, which had been a great help to them. With the aid of those Pills, the difficulty of cultivation decreased, giving the disciples more time to practice their Magic. Zhou Feng just never imagined that this would end up becoming the most difficult obstacle for Thunderlight Hall.

Although Hann Li was hardworking and talented, his breakthrough to the Twentieth Layer was also thanks to the help of those Pills.

Zhou Feng had helped the Immortal Origin Hall because of the Ancestral Master’s orders, but helping Wang Meng and his friends was entirely voluntary.

Last night, Zhang Xiaojiang had run over to find him. In truth, he hadn’t wanted to help—not because the Ancestral Master forbade it, but for Zhang Xiaojiang’s own good.

The Immortal Origin Hall’s strength was plain to see. Not every gap could be closed by sheer desperation. Fundamentals couldn’t be made up for in a short time, and one’s Elemental Power couldn’t be broken through in an instant. There was only one thing that could be stimulated: talent.

And Zhang Xiaojiang’s talent was the Earth of the Five Elements. Anything involving the Five Elements was considered a secret of the Holy Hall, and Pills related to them were extremely rare. Their power was, naturally, in a class of its own. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)