owlsbooks Chapter 87 A Terrifying Enemy
Chapter 87 A Terrifying Enemy
The image on the broadcast screen froze completely, leaving only the last two names.
Finally, the time for the final showdown between the two arrived.
Liang Jiu did not go on stage immediately, but instead suggested to the host that Su Cheng take a little longer to recover.
"His battle with Chen Xueqi just ended," Liang Jiu said. "As a god, Su Cheng may not have suffered much, but casualties among his followers are inevitable. We should give him some time to reorganize."
"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune would diminish the value of this battle."
However, Su Cheng on the other side rejected the proposal.
"There's no need, Liang Jiu."
"I can sense that you are more dangerous than Chen Xueqi. You are more cunning and more patient. Wolves are contradictory animals; they appear fierce, but are driven by fear. I feel you are becoming more dangerous, Liang Jiu. Let's begin."
Liang Jiu smiled bitterly after hearing this.
"I should have known you would say that."
As expected of the recipient of the "Hundred Battles" talent, he probably took another step forward under the pressure brought by Chen Xueqi.
The two then took to the stage separately.
Consciousness descends, connecting to the divine realm.
The two realms of gods began to draw closer. To the surprise of all the viewers, Liang Jiu, who had previously chosen to attack with his familiars and use their advantage to gain the upper hand, this time opted for the most conservative strategy of defending the city.
The Firewood Clan used the city walls to build a defense, continuously sending combat resources up to the walls, and several rows of archers were ready.
A roar erupted from the stands.
Most viewers were puzzled by Liang Jiu's decision.
The previous matches had clearly demonstrated Su Cheng's formidable offensive capabilities; his exceptional Dire Wolves could break through defenses in unexpected ways, causing them to crumble layer by layer. Liang Jiu had personally witnessed those matches, yet he was still employing the same tactics?
And high in the sky.
The clouds dispersed, and for the first time, the two faced each other directly as gods.
Unlike in the present world, Su Cheng has now completely liberated himself. Although he still looks the same, his inner self is completely different.
Just standing in front of Su Cheng, Liang Jiu felt immense pressure. He even hallucinated that his neck was being bitten. A deadly sense of threat surrounded him, as if the slightest relaxation would result in a fatal bite.
That's terrifying.
Liang Jiu sighed inwardly.
No wonder Chen Xueqi, with her special regional auxiliary divine power, could still lose to him, but time will not give him a chance to reflect on it.
Su Cheng would not give it to him.
As soon as the battle began, Su Cheng launched the first attack.
A torrent of divine power poured down from the clouds, falling onto the battlefield below like a falling meteor.
Bloodlust Blessing, Shadow Blessing, Divine Favor.
Several high-level buffs were successively applied to the dire wolf pack. Immediately afterwards, a large swath of grayish-white fog rose out of thin air, rapidly spreading in all directions and completely engulfing the dire wolf charging formation.
The fog of war.
A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands. For a divine being still in the academy stage to possess such a skill—capturing large-scale battlefield cover—was completely beyond the scope of conventional teaching.
Moreover, he had been keeping it hidden in previous battles, treating it as his trump card.
Although Liang Jiu had anticipated the opponent's attack, he never expected that Su Cheng would act out of character and concentrate such a massive amount of divine power on the battlefield of his subordinates, immediately mobilizing his divine power to intercept and interfere.
The two forces collided in mid-air. Liang Jiu's intervention severed the subsequent blessings, but it was too late; he couldn't stop the formation of the fog of war.
The clash of divine powers in mid-air brought about a backlash.
Su Cheng swayed and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his goal had been achieved. He smiled as he watched Liang Jiu's response. Then, he raised his hand, attempting to mimic Liang Jiu's previous method, using his remaining divine power to materialize a chair in front of him.
The light flickered several times, but ultimately failed to take shape. In terms of constructing objects, his skill was far inferior to Liang Jiu's; or rather, as a deity subordinate to beasts, divine power was inherently at a disadvantage in creation and technology.
Liang Jiu looked at Su Cheng opposite him, his gaze shifting slightly.
White light intertwined, and a familiar white plastic chair steadily took shape behind Su Cheng.
Su Cheng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.
The white threads clinging to the chair spread rapidly, binding him tightly. Instead of struggling, he relaxed his body, allowing himself to be bound to the seat.
The audience outside the venue was completely confused.
No one understands why Su Cheng, who had been winning the previous few games with overwhelming dominance, would put himself in the opponent's tactical trap at the very beginning.
Liang Jiu saw through his intentions and was surprised by his decisiveness.
With Wang Chongshan's example as a cautionary tale, and unsure if he could break free of the chair's restraints, Su Cheng simply abandoned any attempt to find a solution. He preemptively converted all his divine power into cash, investing it all in his followers, and then voluntarily gave up on the confrontation at the divine level.
Liang Jiu sat in his chair, looking down at the city walls shrouded in thick fog.
Who would have thought that in this highly anticipated final, he, who had always relied on the advantage of his family members to take the initiative, chose to defend, while Su Cheng, who had always crushed his opponents with divine power, handed over the key to victory to his family members below.
Both players displayed different strategies.
"Abandoning the battle against the gods, cutting off my vision, and relying entirely on the power of your followers—is this your confidence?" Liang Jiu asked.
"Aren't you the same?" Su Cheng sat opposite him. "A brilliant idea. This chair could be the core of a divine magic system, amplifying the advantages of your followers."
After that, the two stopped talking.
The two highly anticipated candidates sat there, staring at each other.
After a while, Su Cheng broke the silence.
"Take back what you said earlier, you're still a boring person," Su Cheng said. "Don't you find this kind of divine battle boring? If there are any matches to watch in the future, your divine skills..."
What are your thoughts?
"Let's make a deck of cards," Su Cheng suggested. "My family and I have been practicing for a long time, but we haven't played against anyone yet."
"Playing cards with a Dire Wolf?" Liang Jiu retorted. "Looks like your skills aren't that great either."
"Don't underestimate my strategist; he's a genius."
Meanwhile, on the battlefield below.
The thick fog of war loomed over the camp like dark clouds.
Xin Zang stood on the city wall, looking at the swirling fog ahead, feeling uneasy. He turned and called his subordinates.
"Have you prepared everything I asked you to?"
"The catapult is ready," the subordinate reported quickly. "The animal entrails and garbage you requested are also ready. I just don't understand why you need to prepare these."
"Just carry it out," Xin Zang ordered. "The gods have warned us that the hostile beasts are cunning, and we need to blind them."
After the subordinate left to carry out the order, the divine messenger Jian slowly floated over.
It floated in mid-air, muttering to itself, "Why isn't that big idiot answering the phone?"
Behind it followed a fully armored swordsman.
The swordsman was completely covered from head to toe in heavy metal plate armor. This kind of attire is not common among the Smoldering people, whose warriors have never liked full-body armor and prefer to retain the flexibility for close-quarters combat.
And hanging at her waist
When Shinzo saw her, he looked somewhat embarrassed.
He quickly composed himself and knelt down before Jian Dan.
"What are your instructions, divine messenger?"