After the battle of gods in Tokyo, He Li's body was once again assaulted by pain and fatigue, even though this time he primarily borrowed Li Qin's gravity, his body had been cleansed by divine power for the second time.
His body was in great pain and exhaustion.
He looked at the aggressive woman, who was rambling incoherently, and then at Xiao Lan, stopping Xiao Lan's impulse to bite off the woman's head with a look.
He Li stood up, took out a small wad of banknotes from the pocket of his floral swim trunks, still Japanese yen, and handed it to the woman as an apology. He really didn't want to argue with this woman over a sandcastle dog.
Seeing the banknotes, the woman stopped talking. She frowned, took the money, shook it, and said in English:
"Japanese?"
He Li's eyes shot up, and his mood immediately soured. He replied expressionlessly, "Chinese."
The woman shrugged, "Then you should use Chinese currency. Chinese currency is worth more than Japanese yen."
"Do you want it then?" He Li wanted to lash out, but then he thought it was unnecessary to argue with an ordinary person. He was a man who had faced gods, so these minor monsters were not worth bothering with.
The woman pouted, stuffed the banknotes into her bikini top, and turned to leave.
He Li snorted at the woman's retreating back, then looked at Xiao Lan, smiled gently, placed his hand on Xiao Lan's ear, and gently rubbed it. He said softly,
"It's okay, don't mind her. Go play."
Xiao Lan didn't care at all. She was just an ordinary woman, not even worthy of making it angry. If its god hadn't told it not to harm human lives casually, that woman wouldn't even be enough to get its teeth stuck in.
Xiao Lan hopped and went to play again, running far away in a short while. Sometimes it dived into the sea to catch fish, and sometimes it climbed trees, pretending to be a cat. It was strange why a dog would pretend to be a cat, truly peculiar.
He Li enjoyed a nap on the beach, feeling the sea breeze. When he woke up, it was already sunset. Half of the sun had sunk into the sea, and the other half hung in the sky. The sky and the sea formed a sun, sharing the sunset. A few wisps of thin clouds hung in the sky, dyed fiery red, a breathtaking sight.
He Li did not rush to get up and leave. Instead, he lay half reclined, watching the large sun slowly sink into the sea.
Yan Ping appeared, still with his usual nonchalant demeanor, hands in his pockets, back straight, eyes slightly narrowed, standing beside He Li and watching the sunset.
He Li looked at Yan Ping. He had to admit that this guy was indeed handsome. If Pradana was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, then Yan Ping was the most handsome man he had ever seen.
Damn, he really wanted to ruin his face.
Yan Ping said softly, "He Li, what do you plan to do next?"
He Li thought for a moment and slowly replied, "Wait for news from the Spirit Management Association or the Hunter Group. I'll hide in the background, letting them take the lead, which will also relieve a lot of pressure for me."
Yan Ping turned to look at He Li and asked, "What if those gods come to find you themselves?"
He Li smiled and shook his head, "They wouldn't dare. I've fought with Pradana, and I've directly killed Ricardo and Aleswa. Besides wanting their divinity, it was also a deterrent to the gods.
If I can kill Ricardo and Aleswa, I can kill them too.
In fact, what I'm still interested in is the key in Pradana's hand that can awaken Sersosjiang."
"Although I don't know how powerful Sersosjiang is, judging from the hidden fear in Pradana's eyes when she mentions Sersosjiang, Sersosjiang is definitely not a simple character. At least, he is many times more powerful than Ricardo and Aleswa."
"If Sersosjiang cannot be kept in slumber forever, then the later he awakens, the better."
He Li also had his own plans. The thirteen gods, twelve of them had tens of thousands of years of memory and experience from several divine wars. He was the only novice, so he had to play it smart.
He used to play a game called League of Legends, which had a hero called Kayle, the Justicar. He really liked that hero. She was timid before level sixteen, but after level sixteen, she attacked with full force.
He felt that he was like Kayle before level sixteen, bullying the weak, picking up kills timidly, and accumulating experience to level up.
When he reached max level with a full build and held the Sword of Justice, he wouldn't know what an opponent was.
Yan Ping smiled. He thought that after defeating two gods in one go, He Li would become arrogant and impatient, but he was mistaken. This cunning guy had no such words as "arrogant and impatient" in his dictionary.
No,
Yan Ping's smile gradually faded. It wasn't that he wouldn't be arrogant and impatient, but that he wouldn't be complacent. He was proud from beginning to end, pride ingrained in his bones.
Yan Ping turned to look at the sea, not looking at He Li, and said, "I'm tired of using Uncle Li's halberd. You can try my Tang saber. It's handy for chopping people or gods."
He Li was stunned for a moment and smiled foolishly at Yan Ping, "Yan Ping, I still don't know your abilities."
Yan Ping stretched his arms over his head, stretching comfortably, and said lazily, "You'll know when you use my abilities next time. They're no worse than others', and they feel great when chopping gods."
"Ah?"
He Li was confused. Just as he was bewildered by Yan Ping's words, Yan Ping smiled and disappeared instantly.
Yan Ping had come out because he was afraid that He Li would become arrogant and complacent after killing two gods, but He Li's mind was not on that at all, so he was relieved.
The confused He Li smacked his lips, looked around, the sun had completely disappeared below the horizon, and turned to look at Xiao Lan, who was lying on a beach chair. He called out, "Xiao Lan, let's go eat."
...
At the Hunter Group headquarters base, Zhao Tongzhi had a lollipop in her mouth, leaning boredly against a steel wall, holding her phone and idly scrolling through videos, making all sorts of sounds. If you listened carefully, most of them were live streams selling clothes.
Beside her stood a woman in a white coat, staring blankly at the instruments behind the glass. In the laboratory behind the glass, amidst several heavy instruments, was a mass of golden gas, which was Ricardo's divinity.
After a long while,
The woman in the white coat snapped out of her daze, and a look of ecstasy instantly appeared on her face. Then, she glanced at Zhao Tongzhi, forcibly suppressing the urge to shout out her excitement.
"Team Leader, is this thing really something that appears after a god dies?"
Zhao Tongzhi put down her phone and looked at the golden gas, nodding, "Susan said this thing is called 'divinity,' something that appears only after a god dies. It should be the fundamental power of a god."
"No wonder, no wonder."
The woman in the white coat nodded and said with a trembling voice, "This thing, oh no, the power contained in the divinity, is unimaginably strong. It has an extremely powerful enhancing effect on ability users, especially on transformation-type ability users."
"Transformation-type?"
Zhao Tongzhi looked at the divinity behind the glass window with confusion.