I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 293 - 282: Blast, Part 3

Mengg Fu pressed his palms together, his focus entirely on Wang Meng. Wang Meng stared back, motionless. He knew exactly what the array at his feet was, and that it could completely track his movements.

"Bear, Snake, Tiger, Deer—Four-direction Spirit Curse Kill!"

Mengg Fu roared, unleashing four golden Talismans at once. The instant they were airborne, they transformed into giant Demon Beast forms—a Blast Bear, a Ghost Snake, a Demon Tiger, and a Wanglu—all pouncing on Wang Meng.

These four Demon Souls were painstakingly refined by Mengg Fu. This was the ultimate technique of the Talisman Fighting Sect, a perfect combination of Talismans and Beast Taming. He had spent five years completing it before he came here. Paired with the Spiritual Light Binding Spider Web Array, it was a flawless killing strike!

The Blast Bear for overwhelming power, the Ghost Snake for restricting movement, the Demon Tiger for assaulting the Heart Spirit, and the Wanglu for a strike of ill omen!

The Demon Souls instantly pounced on Wang Meng, ferociously following the binding trajectories of the Spirit Light. Evasion was impossible.

The Blast Bear reached him first. Wang Meng unleashed his Curved Sword Qi, but the Blast Bear’s soul was a meat shield, its immense power intended to absorb the target’s counterattack.

The Spiritual Light Binding Spider Web Array was tracking every pattern in Wang Meng’s movements. Mengg Fu knew this with perfect clarity; he could predict even the slightest twitch.

Run?

’Do you think the Elemental Power of the thirty-first layer is just for show?!’

As the Blast Bear charged, the Ghost Snake’s soul was already coiling in, encircling him and further compressing his space to move.

His only choice was to leap into the air, but everyone had anticipated that.

The onlookers saw it clearly. This move from Mengg Fu was designed for total annihilation.

The moment Wang Meng leaped into the air, the Demon Tiger lunged with the force of a tiger descending a mountain. It was a Heart Spirit Attack.

This was also the most vicious blow. Mengg Fu’s heart swelled with pride. This was his invincible trump card, the pride of the Talisman Fighting Sect, incorporating the notoriously difficult Heart Spirit Attack.

There was no escape, neither to the heavens above nor to the earth below.

Then came the most fatal of all: the soul of the Wanglu. The Wanglu is a rare Demon Beast from the Great Qin Small Thousand World. Its physical attacks are formidable, but what makes it truly terrifying is its calamitous strike ability, which can instantly kill its target.

Moreover, this particular Wanglu soul had been captured for him by the Sect Leader himself. In this situation, whether it unleashed its calamitous strike or not, his opponent was finished.

Knocked out of the air by the Demon Tiger’s soul, Wang Meng fell as the Wanglu soul closed in for the kill. Its silent roar was like the death cry of a vengeful spirit as it lunged for him.

At this moment, Mengg Fu stood like a Talisman Emperor, one finger pointed at Wang Meng, awaiting the fatal blow!

There was absolutely no escape!

Faced with the four-pronged assault, the trapped "Master" finally moved.

The pressure was immense. Anyone would despair in the face of such a combination attack, especially with such a vast disparity in Elemental Power.

And yet, Wang Meng was unnaturally, almost impossibly, calm. An ordinary person rarely gets a chance to face such a crisis, let alone one with this much pressure. But Wang Meng was different. In the battles within his Godhood, he had faced this kind of pressure nearly every time, against attacks hundreds, even thousands of times more perfect than the one before him.

Wang Meng smiled.

He... actually turned his back on the approaching Wanglu and, with a backhanded slash, struck at the seemingly least dangerous Ghost Snake!

In a flash of sparks.

A beautiful arc swept across the Ghost Snake’s vital point. Without pausing or even glancing at the result, Wang Meng spun, his sword flashing as he chopped directly at Mengg Fu.

BANG...

The Curved Sword Qi cleaved the Ghost Snake in two. At the same instant, the Wanglu shrieked in agony. Its body grew faint and, after a brief struggle, dissipated into a cloud of black smoke.

...And Mengg Fu could only watch, dumbfounded, as the Sword Qi flew toward him. He didn’t even try to dodge.

Mengg Fu simply couldn’t believe it. His opponent had actually seen through his Four-direction Spirit Curse Kill!

What was most terrifying was that his opponent had waited until the very last second to attack, all to deceive him. If Wang Meng had moved even a fraction of a second sooner, the Spiritual Light Binding Spider Web Array would have instantly detected it. The slightest deviation, and he would have died all the same.

SHING...

Mengg Fu didn’t dodge. He couldn’t. In that instant, his confidence was shattered.

Mengg Fu was taken out in one hit by the most ordinary-looking Sword Qi.

Everyone watching was trying to process what they had just seen. Clearly, the technical skill displayed in this battle was on a completely different level from the previous fights.

It was still just Curved Sword Qi, but his grasp of the entire situation was nothing short of terrifying.

How could someone with only Twenty Layers of Elemental Power possibly possess that kind of combat experience???

The entire Battle Space went still. Numerous Cultivators had been drawn to the fight, especially now that they had seen the outcome.

Mengg Fu didn’t leave the Battle Space. He stood there blankly, completely unable to believe he had lost just like that.

His Four-direction Spirit Curse Kill had been broken. He had been defeated by an opponent who was more than ten layers his junior.

"To see through his opponent’s only weakness while at a complete disadvantage... that level of calm is just frightening."

"What’s wrong, Ge Mang? Did that pique your interest?"

"Moo WuZheng, don’t tell me you aren’t impressed. If it were you or me at just Twenty Layers of Elemental Power, it’s a real question whether we could have pulled that off," Ge Mang said, shooting a look at Moo WuZheng’s feigned indifference.

Moo WuZheng shrugged nonchalantly. "Never been in that position, so who knows? The kid’s got sharp eyes, though. Did you notice? When the Wanglu came at him, he didn’t show a trace of fear."

The Battle Space is a vast spatial Array created by the Star Alliance. While not truly fatal, the sensation of dying is perfectly replicated. It’s a feeling that never gets easier, no matter how many times you experience it. That’s why some people just surrender when they know they can’t win.

"I want to challenge him!" Ge Mang said suddenly.

"Damn it, are you crazy? Your Elemental Power is so many layers higher than his. How can you challenge him? Besides, with your reputation, aren’t you just setting yourself up for humiliation?"

"I don’t care. I saw something in that kid’s eyes that I like. I have to fight him. You know what? You’re going to help me find him!" Ge Mang said, staring intently at Moo WuZheng.

"You’re nuts. The Cultivation Academy is huge, where am I supposed to look for him? Besides, who knows if the kid is hiding his true strength. With that level of proficiency, he could just be some old veteran suppressing his Elemental Power level to screw with people."

"No one would be that bored," a cold voice sounded out. Moo WuZheng gave a bitter smile and didn’t argue back.

There are some people you just can’t argue with. Mingyue was one of them, so Moo WuZheng tactfully shut his mouth.

"This person’s Elemental Power is definitely not above the Thirtieth Layer, and he is deliberately suppressing it to use others for practice!" Mingyue said calmly.

"Then he’s got some real nerve. I like it. This is exciting! I have to fight him!" Ge Mang said, his voice low and determined.

"I support you," Mingyue said coolly, "but... I don’t like your odds." Then, with a sway of her captivating hips, she left.

Moo WuZheng’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Ge Mang, she doesn’t like your odds, you know."

"Screw you!" Ge Mang cursed, then suddenly grabbed Moo WuZheng. "No, you have to figure something out for me. I absolutely must fight him!"

"Damn, you’re actually serious?" Moo WuZheng said, taken aback.

"Never mind that. Is there a way or not? If you’ve got one, we’re going to the Drunken Immortal Tower, and the drinks are on me!"

"Damn, why didn’t you say so sooner? Yes, of course there’s a way!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)