He had won, but not completely.
In He Li's view, there was never a concept of winning or losing, so this fight was pointless.
However, he had also used this opportunity to understand Kexuotuo's combat power. The gap between a high-level god and a low-level god was as vast as heaven and earth; they were not on the same plane.
He landed slowly on the ground.
He Li sheathed his horizontal saber and asked, "Why didn't I feel your ability?"
Yan Ping also sheathed his saber and shrugged with a smile, saying, "Doesn't cutting Kexuotuo just now count as an ability?"
"Just... cutting people, ah... no, cutting gods?" He Li asked again.
"Yeah, it's just drawing the saber and slashing, isn't that more practical than those guys?" Yan Ping made a face at He Li.
He Li scratched his cheek, thinking that it was indeed simple, yet somehow not simple at all. The fierce force that had surged within his body just now had almost torn him apart.
If he hadn't unleashed that saber strike, He Li was certain his body would have collapsed, his blood vessels and skin bursting.
Yan Ping leisurely re-hung his plain Tang horizontal saber at his waist, crossed his arms, and smiled at He Li, saying, "Some powers, the more complex and troublesome they are, the more time is needed to comprehend them. While they restrict the enemy, they also restrict oneself.
My power, however, is all about momentum. As long as I draw my saber, I must have an unwavering conviction.
Either I kill the enemy, or I am killed. It's that simple."
He Li nodded. He still didn't quite understand Yan Ping's ability. The moment he gripped the saber's hilt, his eyes only saw Kexuotuo and nothing else. His mind held only one thought: to strike him!
When he struck Kexuotuo and blood gushed from Kexuotuo's chest, he felt immense pleasure and excitement. Immediately after, he wanted to deliver a second blow, until Kexuotuo was dead, or he himself was killed.
In any case, the feeling was addictive, like a pleasurable poison that, once tasted, led to damnation.
Suddenly,
He Li dismissed the thought, his face showing a hint of fear. What was happening to him? He absolutely couldn't have such thoughts. As a god, mingling in the divine circles meant bullying the weak, winning with wisdom, and advancing steadily. How could he entertain the idea of a direct confrontation?
By the time He Li came back to his senses, Yan Ping had already vanished.
He looked at the streetlights on both sides of the path and sighed. The night had been quite eventful. He sat on a roadside bench and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
After a pause,
There was still no fire.
He looked back at the dark park woods and nodded. Fine, he wouldn't smoke here. If someone else came to light it for him, he couldn't handle that.
Night deepened, the stars and moon were dim. The trees behind him swayed gently in the night wind, emitting rustling sounds. The branches cast shadows on the ground under the dim streetlights, appearing somewhat desolate.
He Li held the cigarette holder, his head bowed in thought.
The divinity he had given to Ricardo of the Hunter Group had already taken effect. Although he couldn't guarantee they wouldn't use these killing machines to hunt him down,
He believed human hearts were complex. Susan probably wouldn't betray him. Not only had she protected him before, but fearing punishment from the Spiritual Management Association for herself and her family,
It was also because of the divinity.
This divinity had been taken by the Hunter Group. She wouldn't resist, not knowing the importance of divinity. But after witnessing its power, it was hard to say if she wouldn't be tempted by such a force.
And he was her only potential source of divinity.
There was a high probability she wouldn't give him away.
He Li was gambling, betting on Susan's heart.
In fact, even if he were hunted by the Hunter Group's killing weapons, it wouldn't matter. He still had Praidana as an ally, didn't he?
Although this alliance was as fragile as a plastic bag,
As long as it could be utilized, he couldn't abandon any opportunity to do so.
"Hoo..."
He Li let out a long sigh and stretched. He was a bit tired. He had fought two battles and then thought about these things. His mind was weary. The peak matches were not easy. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
He returned to the hotel and found Xiao Lan curled up by the bed, fast asleep.
He Li smiled. This silly dog. His master was out there fighting for his life, almost dying, and you're sleeping so soundly?
He Li grew increasingly annoyed. He raised his foot and kicked Xiao Lan's backside.
"Woof?"
Xiao Lan jolted awake, looked up at He Li, its dog face bewildered, its large eyes full of intelligence.
He Li quickly crouched down and gently patted Xiao Lan's head, asking with concern, "What's wrong? Having a nightmare? It's okay, it's okay, I'm here. You can go back to sleep."
Saying that, he pushed Xiao Lan's head back onto the carpet, then stroked its back to comfort it.
Feeling pleased, he went to take a bath and sleep.
He entered the bathroom and turned on the water with a splash...
Xiao Lan looked up again, but it wasn't looking towards the bathroom. Instead, it was looking out the bedroom window. In the night sky, a pure white kitten slowly emerged from the moonlight, growing larger in Xiao Lan's silvery-white eyes.
Xiao Lan slowly got up from the carpet, walked out onto the bedroom balcony, tilted its head back, and looked at the small white cat that seemed to have descended from the moon.
Gradually,
Xiao Lan's body slowly lowered, its claws retracted from its paws, its mouth opened revealing sharp teeth, and it assumed an attacking posture.
But the next moment, the small white cat stopped, hovering in mid-air, tilting its head curiously at Xiao Lan, which was issuing a threat. It blinked its black gem-like eyes, paused for a moment, then vanished into the air.
The small white cat disappeared.
Xiao Lan did not relax its vigilance. The small white cat gave it a strong sense of crisis, a suppression originating from its beastly bloodline.
He Li emerged from the bathroom and looked at Xiao Lan, which was crouching on the balcony, and asked in confusion, "Xiao Lan, why aren't you sleeping?"
Xiao Lan looked back at He Li, shook its head, walked over, and rubbed against He Li's leg before lying down on the carpet again.
He Li looked at Xiao Lan, then at the bright moon outside the window, and muttered to himself, "They say weasels worship the moon and can become spirits. Could my silly dog also be worshipping the moon?"
No, that's not right. I heard that in the Northeast, there are the five great immortals: fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake, and cat. I've never heard of dogs becoming spirits.
Then again, it was possible. In this world, even rubber hoses could stand up and bite people. What was a dog becoming a spirit?
Besides, Xiao Lan could fly and do chores. It had already become a spirit.
Lost in thought, He Li climbed into bed and soon fell asleep.
Xiao Lan also began to snore softly.
But,
Neither Xiao Lan nor He Li noticed that far in the distance, a small white cat was slowly pacing through the void in the sky. Its gaze was directed precisely at He Li's room.
The next morning.
He Li slept very comfortably. He opened his eyes and lay in bed for a while, then pressed the service bell on the bedside table.
Shortly after,
There was a knock on the door. A server pushed a breakfast cart in, placed it on the dining table in the living room, and then looked at He Li with a smile.
He Li paused and said, "I'm sorry, my friend booked this room for me. I'm penniless. If you accept it, I have a few thousand yen."
"Of course, sir." The server was not picky; tips were better than nothing.
After giving the server all the 4,000 yen he had on him, He Li began to eat breakfast while opening his phone to check the news.
Suddenly,
A piece of news made him stop eating.
[Hunter Group Strikes Again, God Slaying in Wulin City, China!]
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