RISE OF THE MARTIAL GOD

Chapter 92: TOO WEAK


"What are you still looking at? Aren't you coming over? Or have you gone numb with fear?" The burly man asked, taunting him.

"Fear? Who are you that I should fear you? Even heaven is not qualified to make me fear. No matter what is before me, I always face it with confidence. As for you, no matter how fat you are, it's just that. There's nothing about you worth getting terrified over." Anthony replied mockingly.

"You, how dare you call me fat?" The man growled, storming towards Anthony in anger.

Anthony smirked as he watched the man loose control of his emotions, rushing to set him straight.

'Yes, just like that. Go crazy with anger, it's only when your emotions are unstable can I teach you a lesson when you lose all your abilities'. Anthony thought, waiting for the man to make a move with a smirk on his face.

The man suddenly stopped before him and bent down to his height. Anthony met his stare, waiting for him to make a move. The man suddenly laughed and shook his head.

"You kid, you seriously don't think that your petty childish tricks can break me now, do you? Emotional instability, I have long gone past that realm and achieved transcendence. Nothing in this world would be able to move me again, especially not from a kid young enough to be my fifth generation descendant." He whispered, trying to pat Anthony with his large dirty hands.

Anthony immediately avoided his hand, making the man chuckle.

"Fifth generation? Another crazy old man. Hua Cheng is even older than that, but never behaved so unreasonably, or took part in such petty bullying acts to feel good about himself. I guess what they say is true. A perfect man wouldn't seek validation from others, and a truly powerful man knows his worth. He doesn't need to look down on others to know he's king. But for the lowly ones beneath, they take every opportunity to seek validation, and scuffle with others, as if trying to prove a point and assure themselves of their nonexistent power." Anthony muttered and turned away.

Anthony found a neat, fairly dry area and sat cross legged to cultivate, not paying the man any attention. He took a deep breath and exhaled with smile on his face.

"I have missed this, this beautiful freedom which cultivation brings. And the air here is pure, unpolluted and rich with spiritual energy. Could it be that there's a hidden spiritual vein around here? Or is it just that the entire higher realm is as rich as this in spiritual energy?" He whispered, trying to circulate his energy around.

A bright smile appeared on his face the moment he felt his cultivation again, and he sighed in relief. Although his entire storage of soul power was gone, his spiritual power and cultivation base remained intact. His meridians were also intact. The ones that showed signs of injury were healing on their own, alongside his bones, muscles and skin which were impacted during the time the meteorite splints were trying to chew him out.

He noticed the man waiting, but pretended not to see him, and kept cultivating. He knew that without adequate soul power, He would be equivalent to a pig on the chopping block. Anthony continued to cultivate crazily, keeping in mind that the man might get impatient and sneak attack him. And if he gets chained again, he would find it hard to cultivate or even run. He realized that the rich spiritual energy made his cultivation faster, and that it was almost like he consumed a low ranked treasure fruit, simply by breathing in and cultivating. He sneakily called out a pill and popped it into his mom, circulating the energy around his body to heal his scarred meridians.

After a while, the pill totally dissolved into his bloodstream and released a golden glow in his body, totally healing him. Noticing that the man was distracted, he called out a handful of the roasted meat from spiritual beasts which Lan Xuanyu packed for him and popped it into his mouth. His eyes widened in shock after the first swallow. It was very full of energy, quickly replenishing him. He cultivated crazily, converting everything to soul power, while still watching the man using his spiritual awareness.

The man suddenly walked to him and reached for him from behind. Anthony moved a bit to the side and struck out his palm in defense. Anthony levitated to the air and unleashed the hell breaker fist on him mercilessly with the intention of leaving him severely injured.

The man stepped back with an agility Anthony would never have expected from someone so burly.

"Not bad. You're truly ruthless. Good, this is good. You're not just any ordinary boy. Your attack carries killing intent even though I never tried to kill you after finding you." The man growled in anger as he blocked the attack.

Anthony smiled.

"You must be mistaken? I have no interest in killing you. But you're so powerful, if I don't go all out, how will I get a fighting chance for myself?" Anthony asked and smirked, reappearing behind the man and simultaneously unleashing the second move of the hell breaker fist five moves.

The man swirled around in an arc and slapped Anthony's fist which was coming for him. In that moment, he felt as if mount Tai had descended on him. The power disparity between him and the man was too much. He was at least a demi god, and a powerful one at that. Their hands had not met yet, but the pressure from the man's attack overwhelmed him. Anthony bent to the side to avoid the shock waves and stabbed forward with his dagger using his free hand. The moment their hands met, Anthony felt a searing pain reverberate through his arm, down to his spine. He felt as if had struck a mountain of the strongest titanium, leaving his knuckles bruised.

With a flick of his fingers, the man knocked the dagger coming for him, sending Anthony flying through the skies like a bird.

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