Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Kikuchi’s face drained of color in an instant, and he instinctively looked back.

The box containing the tentacles was, unbeknownst to him, open, and it was now completely empty.

You stuffed it into Lu Ming’s belly?

Are you insane?

What on earth are you trying to do!

However, before he could express his shock, he felt a pain beneath his ribs. A tentacle had unexpectedly emerged from Lu Ming’s belly and burrowed into his own wound.

Agony engulfed him, and Kikuchi tried instinctively to push Lu Ming away, only to find himself powerless to do so.

…

This should do it.

Fu Qian watched the two people on the ground with an expressionless face.

More and more pale blue tentacles pierced through the two men, completely entangling them together.

Their bodies rapidly deformed and rotted, collapsing into an indistinct mass in the blink of an eye.

That particular scent became progressively stronger.

Fu Qian observed while simultaneously timing the process.

He himself was covered in wounds and burns, but none were serious, and under the effect of Tyrant’s Fist, they were rapidly healing.

About fifty seconds later, Fu Qian moved swiftly as a tentacle shot out like a cannonball, striking where he had just been standing.

“In a certain sense… I really should thank you.”

Upon the constantly writhing body, Lu Ming’s head opened its eyes and began to speak, gasping for air.

“The fusion is extremely dangerous, but the rewards are simply too great. I had been hesitant, but today you made the decision for me.”

“Fortunately, I had already accumulated considerable experience in previous tests and knew some methods to handle the situation.”

“As repayment… I’ve decided to let you experience… a hundred times the pain I’m undergoing now… ”

“You talk too much!”

Before Lu Ming could finish, another rough voice interrupted him.

Kikuchi’s head appeared on the other side of the mass of flesh.

“Hurry up and deal with him, we need to figure out how to separate our bodies quickly.”

“You don’t need to rush me.”

Lu Ming snorted, and the next moment, a mass of tentacles sprayed out, like a dozen blue bolts of lightning.

Fu Qian narrowly dodged them, and the solid metal wall was smashed into a large crater.

“It seems like you two are getting along quite well.”

Fu Qian said with a smile, looking at the symmetrical heads.

“Why would you want to separate?”

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and a Scarlet Whip materialized out of nowhere, striking the body shared by the two men.

Boom!

Lu Ming, about to speak, felt as if a grenade had gone off inside his head.

Thoughts and emotions flew chaotically, and his reason tottered on the brink.

“Something’s not right; kill him now! Kill him now!”

Kikuchi’s shrill scream came through, followed by another mass of tentacles lashing out.

Fu Qian deftly evaded them, and several more whips struck out in response.

Leveraging the power of Tyrant’s Fist, he rapidly broke down the sanity of the two men.

“No!”

The duo of Lu Ju only felt their minds plunge further into chaos, and they couldn’t help but scream together, as countless large and small tentacles thrashed about, attempting to grasp Fu Qian.

However, such blind attacks posed no threat. Fu Qian moved as if strolling through a leisurely garden amidst the tempest, dodging while relentlessly lashing out with the whip.

Craash!

Fragments flew in all directions as a box containing a large compound eye was broken, and its contents tumbled out onto the floor.

Under the deliberate guidance of Fu Qian, the three had retreated to the material storehouse outside.

Crash!

More boxes were smashed by the tentacles, scattering years of accumulated research throughout the lab.

All the items that fell out, upon touching the chaotic bodies of Lu Ju, rapidly merged into them.

In the blink of an eye, the two became a meatball with hundreds of eyes, countless pairs of mismatched limbs, wings, and tentacles flailing.

Roar!

The two completely descended into madness, blindly lashing out everywhere, only bestial roars remaining where their heads were.

That’s enough!

Fu Qian didn’t linger; he turned around and ran back the way he came, bursting out without any obstruction.

Now that Lu Ju had successfully transformed, there was no force left in the lab to stop him; the ordinary guards couldn’t even keep up with his speed.

By this time, the lab’s alarms were blaring continuously; Lu Ju had already burst above ground and were rampaging, wildly destroying everything around them.

Countless guards and researchers fled in all directions.

Should be about time, right?

Fu Qian hid to one side, his hand trembling, skin peeling off, the marks left by the tentacles fading, his scent vanishing completely.

Having done all this, he minimized his presence to the greatest extent and looked towards the direction of the White Tower.

Half a minute later, a terrifying murderous intent seeped out from the White Tower; it felt as if a fearsome thunderstorm was rushing over.

Yibu couldn’t sit still any longer.

A flash of lightning landed in front of the lab; the red-haired, black-robed Yibu appeared, staring intently at the tentacles whipping around.

The noise Lu Ming and the others made was too great, almost instantly drawing the demigod’s attention.

Now’s the time!

Fu Qian rushed towards the White Tower without hesitating.

Because of his performance earlier, Yibu was sure to think that the meatball was him.

This would buy him a little bit of time.

Enough!

“The finale that the audience has been waiting for is about to start, please welcome the fighters to the stage!”

Just as Fu Qian arrived at the prep room, he heard the announcer’s excited voice.

The Female Priestess was still unconscious but breathing steadily.

Indeed, it was time to enter the stage.

Fu Qian took a deep breath and stepped into the blinding spotlight.

However, amid the crowds’ frenzied screams, he didn’t head towards the duel arena but instead leapt straight up on the spot.

At the highest point, he extended his arms swiftly, embedding them deeply into the wall; borrowing strength from the wall, he leapt again, rushing towards Bai Jinting’s stand in the White Tower.

Alarms went off almost immediately, followed by strong gusts and flames, attempting to stop Fu Qian’s approach.

As the King of the White Tower, Bai Jinting would not be protected by Yibu alone.

Yet such attacks were hardly a threat compared to a demigod.

Fu Qian’s body flickered swiftly, easily dodging the attempts to stop him; finally, with a fierce leap, he jumped onto the stand where Bai Jinting was located.

This was his first close encounter with his target.

From a distance, an angry roar could be heard, a fierce lightning bolt racing towards the White Tower.

Truly a demigod, he had noticed even faster than expected!

Bai Jinting on the stand showed little panic, just watching Fu Qian with a stern face.

“Why?”

Fu Qian didn’t answer; he just stomped down hard.

…

As flesh and blood flew, the scene in front of him twisted.

Yet there was no indication of success or failure.

“The finale that the audience has been waiting for is about to start, please welcome the fighters to the stage!”

As his senses returned, Fu Qian found himself back in the prep room, the announcer’s voice excitedly blaring outside again.

The only difference was that the Female Priestess lying next to him was now breathing rapidly in her slumber.