Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#160 - Chapter 160 (●'◡'●)

The viscous, century-old phlegm tore through the air like a bullet, heading straight for Meng Huo's face.

Meng Huo's pupils suddenly contracted. She twisted her neck, narrowly avoiding the phlegm, but the action caused her hand to falter.

Gao Fushuai seized the opportunity, steadied himself with one hand, and landed a whip kick on Meng Huo's waist and abdomen.

Bang!

Visible shockwaves spread out, and the distant mountain wall collapsed with a deafening roar, sending dust and smoke billowing into the air.

"Gao Fushuai, you bastard!!!"

Meng Huo's voice echoed through the heavens and earth, dispersing the dust and smoke.

Gao Fushuai steadied himself, using his hands on the ground to stand up shakily, and laughed triumphantly, "Meng Huo, didn't you want to run? Now you don't have to."

As he spoke, he looked sharply at the sky and shouted excitedly, "Teacher Bai, now's the time!"

"Teacher Bai?"

Meng Huo, embedded in the ground, frowned and looked at the sky subconsciously.

She narrowed her eyes, peering through the dust and mist.

Finally, she saw it. She saw the clear blue sky, the fluffy clouds, but she didn't see anyone.

"Huh?"

Meng Huo lowered her head again, looking in the direction of Gao Fushuai, but all she saw was the lonely little hill. Gao Fushuai had long disappeared from the hilltop.

In the distance, Gao Fushuai's legs moved like motors, alternating tirelessly, so fast that the naked eye couldn't even see a blur.

"Ha-ho~ Ha-ho~ Ha-ho~ Breathe slowly, steady your steps, you can do it, Gao Fushuai," Gao Fushuai encouraged himself in his heart.

"Gao Fushuai, you're really bringing shame to the Star Plucking Academy, bringing shame to the Chosen Ones!"

Meng Huo's enraged voice came from behind Gao Fushuai.

Gao Fushuai looked back and saw Meng Huo approaching him relentlessly. He shouted, "Meng Huo, I advise you to behave yourself. My backup is arriving soon. You just wait to die!"

"Bastard, do you think I'll still believe your lies? After I kill you, I'll go kill Li Chenqiu. None of you will survive!"

Meng Huo's eyes were bloodshot, and she was gesticulating wildly, looking like a madwoman who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

"I'm giving you a chance. Don't be ungrateful. Stop chasing me and run away quickly, or you'll force me to slap you to death!"

Gao Fushuai waved his arms, pretending to fan the air a few times.

"Then hurry up and slap me to death. I'd be happy to die!" Meng Huo gritted her teeth. If looks could kill, Gao Fushuai would probably be riddled with holes.

And so, the two of them exchanged insults, racing across the endless plain. But this was hard on Li Chenqiu, as there was no way his speed could match theirs.

Underground, Li Chenqiu was darting through the soil like a fish.

"Are they eloping to the ends of the earth?" Li Chenqiu's expression was unsightly.

His speed on land was only at the fifth level of restriction, but in the soil, with the help of Extreme Earth, he could barely match the sixth level. This was far too different from the seventh level of the two people ahead, and he could only barely keep up. If this continued, he would definitely fall behind.

Looking at Gao Fushuai's disheveled back, Li Chenqiu's forehead was full of black lines.

He clearly remembered Gao Fushuai saying that his strength was similar to Meng Huo's, but looking at it now, the word "similar" should be changed to "very," as in very different.

...

As time slowly passed, Meng Huo's speed became faster and faster, and the distance between them grew smaller and smaller.

"Gao Fushuai, should I say you're foolish or wise? If you had fought me earlier, you might have had a chance of winning, but now you have no chance at all. I'm about to break through the restriction."

A sinister smile appeared on Meng Huo's face.

Gao Fushuai's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and even his breathing became disordered.

"How could it be so fast?"

Gao Fushuai's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He turned his head to look at Meng Huo, who was constantly approaching him, took a few deep breaths, and his eyes gradually became firm.

He couldn't run anymore. If he continued to run, and Meng Huo broke through to the eighth level of restriction, he would only have a dead end. Stopping now and fighting her might offer a glimmer of hope.

Having figured this out, Gao Fushuai hooked his lips, pulled out the horizontal saber from his waist, and smiled, "How laughable. So what if you're at the eighth level of restriction? Do you really think I can't kill you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Fushuai withdrew his left foot and traced a semicircle on the ground with the toe of his right foot, steadily stopping his body.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the horizontal saber and slashing at Meng Huo, who was rushing towards him.

"You're the one who's truly laughable."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Meng Huo's eyes, and she greeted him directly with her dagger.

Clang—

A piercing metallic collision sound rang out on the field.

The two stared at each other, looking at each other across their weapons.

Gao Fushuai's features were distorted, and the hand holding the hilt of the saber was constantly trembling. On the other hand, Meng Huo looked relaxed, with no sign of strain at all.

The difference in strength was clear at a glance.

Meng Huo looked at Gao Fushuai playfully, "Don't you love spitting? Why aren't you spitting? Keep spitting…"

"Ptooey!"

Before Meng Huo could finish speaking, Gao Fushuai pursed his lips and sprayed a mouthful of saliva at her face like a sprinkler.

With a "splat," Gao Fushuai's viscous saliva stuck to Meng Huo's nose, flowing down the curve of her nose.

Meng Huo: (╬▔皿▔)╯

Gao Fushuai: (●'◡'●)

A large "#" sign formed on the skin of Meng Huo's forehead: "You're actually spitting!"

Gao Fushuai forced a smile: "Just kidding, I'm super brave, okay?"

Meng Huo didn't reply, but her eyes became increasingly icy cold.

Crack, crack—

Cracks like spider webs climbed up the blade of the horizontal saber, spreading towards the hilt, and in an instant, they covered the entire blade.

"It's time to end this," Meng Huo said, a sneer curling on her lips.

At the moment the words fell, Gao Fushuai's horizontal saber exploded with a "bang."

Sharp iron fragments pierced into Gao Fushuai's body like bullets, and fresh red blood gurgled out, soaking his clothes.

Gao Fushuai's body arched, and just as he was about to shoot backwards, Meng Huo's right arm quickly reached out, her fingers bent, and grabbed Gao Fushuai's neck, slowly lifting him up.

At the same time, a muffled sound came from within Meng Huo's body.

She broke through the restriction!

Meng Huo grinned and laughed excitedly, "Hahaha, finally… finally at the eighth level of restriction!"

After speaking, Meng Huo reached out and lifted Gao Fushuai to her eyes: "Aren't you able to slap me to death? Slap the eighth-level restriction me to death!"

Gao Fushuai didn't speak, or rather, he couldn't speak.

At this moment, Gao Fushuai's face was dark purple, and his bright eyes were covered with bloodshot veins, with traces of scarlet flowing from the corners of his eyes, making him look extremely miserable.

His hands grabbed Meng Huo's palm with force, trying to pry it open, but the gap between the seventh and eighth levels of restriction was like a natural chasm, impossible to shake.

"Since you can't slap me to death, then let me slap you to death!"

Meng Huo raised her palm and placed it on Gao Fushuai's face. Just as she was about to strike, a voice came from behind her.

"Hey, weren't you coming for me?"