Chapter 309 - Fight

The Butcher instantly recognized the voice of the God King of Death. He dropped to his knees, and his bathrobe shimmered and transformed into armor streaked with dried blood.

“I greet the God King of Death,” the Butcher said.

“

Hmph.

” The God King of Death snorted.

Without warning, an invisible force struck the Butcher, hurling him hundreds of meters. He coughed up blood, and even his God armor shattered under the impact. Pain coursed through him, yet he did not rage. Instead, he endured, forcing himself back onto his knees. “Thank you, God King of Death, for sparing my life.”

The God King of Death remained silent, as if he had vanished entirely. Perhaps he watched from the shadows, observing how they would sort this mess. It took them minutes to recover from their injuries.

Eventually, the Butcher, Xu Hai, and Feng gathered at the table to plan their next move.

Feng spoke first. “Butcher, just return the Exquisite Skill Gem. The one you applied for will arrive next month. You can use it for your student then.”

The Butcher scoffed and ignored him. If not for the lingering Divine Authority of the God King of Death, he would have walked away without a second thought.

Xu Hai’s anger flared. “What are you planning? Do you want to resolve this or not?”

Xu Hai felt as if he were a scholar negotiating with a soldier. Neither side would yield at this point.

The Butcher flashed a bloodthirsty smile. “It’s not that I cannot return the Exquisite Skill Gem... Let your student face mine in battle. If your student wins, I will instruct Huang Shengjun to give you the Exquisite Skill Gem.”

Xu Hai sighed. He should have known that the Butcher would drag the discussion into combat. The Butcher was a bloodthirsty maniac who could not sleep peacefully without fighting at least once a day.

Xu Hai refused to fall for the trap. “Your student is the valedictorian of the second year while mine is only in the first. They are a year apart. How is that a fair fight?”

“Then forget it.” The Butcher refused to cooperate, and Xu Hai had no leverage. He faced someone utterly stubborn, unwilling to yield in the slightest.

At last, Han Wu rose to his feet. “Professor, I can fight.”

Xu Hai frowned, worried about the risks. “What are you talking about? Huang Shengjun is the second-year valedictorian. You’re a year younger. That’s a huge gap.”

Han Wu shook his head. “We are both Demigods, capable of ascending into Gods at any moment.”

Xu Hai froze. Han Wu was right. A fight between Demigods leveled the field.

The Butcher’s eyes glimmered with amusement and approval. “Brat, I can tell you are far stronger than your cowardly professor by what you’ve just said.”

Xu Hai looked at Han Wu with concern. “Are you certain?”

Han Wu met Huang Shengjun’s gaze, seeing the same mix of excitement and bloodlust reflected there. “Yes. Given the grudges between us, we are fated to clash. We might as well settle this through this war.”

Xu Hai hesitated but respected Han Wu’s resolve. “In that case, I will not object. I see you have made your decision.”

The Butcher chuckled. “Hell yeah. Fight, fight!”

The Butcher, Xu Hai, Su Lan, and Feng stood as witnesses to the coming war between Han Wu and Huang Shengjun. To the Butcher, war demanded that every participant risk everything, down to their very lives.

As such, Han Wu and Huang Shengjun were about to engage in a battle where their divine realms would intertwine, each able to invade the other’s domain. The gate connecting their realms would remain open until one side surrendered.

Han Wu returned to his divine realm and issued his commands, declaring war. The locusts had no objection. They were his most loyal race, ready to obey without question, no matter the danger.

The Tigermen, Epistians, Scorching Dwarves, minotaurs, and half-dragons all roared in unison, their voices a testament to their willingness to risk everything for their god. The skeletons remained silent, yet their spiritual flames flickered violently.

Han Wu felt a surge of satisfaction. His units were answering his call. A god nurtured their races, and the races, in turn, protected their god. This was the essence of a thriving divine realm.

Soon, their preparations were complete.

Han Wu spread his senses throughout his divine realm and braced himself for the gate’s appearance.

Moments later, the first gate opened, revealing Huang Shengjun’s divine realm. Inside, a vast horde of well-equipped goblins prepared for battle.

The moment the gate appeared, the first wave of goblins surged into Han Wu’s divine realm.

Han Wu met them head-on. “Smash them to pieces!”

All seven hundred billion locusts swarmed into battle and attacked the goblins. Explosions erupted incessantly as both sides suffered massive losses. This was only the opening salvo.

The four Major Gods watched silently. Death had become commonplace for them, yet Han Wu’s exploding locusts still drew admiration.

The Butcher nodded with approval. “He knows his weakness and uses it to his advantage, sacrificing his own locusts for maximum gain. I have to admit, he is worthy of becoming my student.”

Xu Hai stared at Han Wu’s divine realm in disbelief. “Wait... Han Wu has a lot of towers. Why aren’t they attacking?”

Feng and Su Lan scanned the realm and confirmed it. The towers were numerous and activated, yet they remained inert. All three turned to the Butcher.

The Butcher chuckled. “War is cruel. To maximize his advantage, Huang Shengjun traveled to a civilization with advanced technology and acquired a Sacred Object called Stealth Craft. It hides the presence of his core race.”

“That’s why!” Xu Hai’s shock deepened, now mingled with unease for Han Wu.