I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 355: Chapter 155: Tuoba Martial God, Prefer Death (6k)_2

The problem is, it’s useless for Cai Heizi to even think about it, for the person in question is the God of War Yuedi.

It’s only on the last day of the month that he transforms into the God of War.

And by the looks of it, he used to transform only once a quarter, but he has recently evolved into the God of War Yuedi.

He took out his phone and checked. Sure enough, today was the 30th.

This month is a short month, having only thirty days, which means today is the last day of the month.

Moreover, it’s already the evening of the 30th, nearing the moment when the God of War Yuedi is at his strongest.

Tuoba Martial God slightly tilted his head. His hair transformed into a slicked-back style, and his features became sharp and distinct, radiating pure masculine vigor. His piercing gaze seemed to look down on everyone, as if to say all present were trash.

Just by looking at his face, it was nothing like how he used to be with bangs covering his eyebrows, wearing large-frame glasses, and appearing skinny and frail.

”Sorry for being late, got held up by some other matters,” he said.

He waved an arm leisurely, and Wen Yan immediately understood this guy was waiting for his severed limb to regenerate. Maybe he was close to death at that time. His internal organs were probably also hurt, not to mention the secondary injuries caused by Wen Yan’s haste. The injuries were likely very severe.

Thinking carefully, when he had arrived here, it indeed wasn’t yet midnight on the 30th. He had come just a bit early...

Before he transformed, Cai Heizi would probably not rest easy letting anyone know his identity.

Wen Yan didn’t speak, just sat next to Lord Zhu, quietly eating snacks and watching.

He wouldn’t mind lying low; in fact, that’s exactly what he hoped for.

If it wasn’t for the purpose of persuading King Guilong, he wouldn’t even show up here.

He looked over to the other side where mists lingered. King Guilong had fallen there for quite a while, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Tuoba Martial God stretched out a hand and swept back his hair, giving a sidelong, disdainful glance.

Seeing Hu Yuan stand up from the big pit, he merely shook his head.

”I’ll give you three hours to recover. You’re too weak. Making a special trip to kill you in such a state really isn’t worth it,” he said.

After speaking, Tuoba Martial God closed his eyes and took a stance as if planting his feet to the ground, quietly regulating his breath. The Yang Energy emitting from his body surged like tidal waves, expanding outward in all directions.

Far off, Hu Yuan stood up, his face darkening. His complexion shifted for a moment.

He wanted to talk tough. However, he recalled how his Technique of Slaughter had struck the opponent, only causing a superficial wound. Furthermore, the casually thrown slap, incredibly fast and impossible to dodge, demonstrated the other’s strength far surpassed his own, despite his serious injuries.

Since when did Martial Artists become so powerful?

Is this still a Martial Artist?

Spiritual Qi Resurgence has only just begun, hasn’t it?

How could there be Martial Artists so unbelievably strong?

But all of the other’s actions, as well as the blazing Yang Energy that made Yin Spirit Leaving the Body utterly impossible, indicated without doubt that the other was a standard Martial Artist.

Gravely injured, he certainly was no match for the opponent now.

The opponent was humiliating him, and he had to admit what was said was the truth.

Hu Yuan stayed silent for a moment, then with a grimace, closed his eyes. His body fluctuated, transforming into a large, glaring-eyed tiger. Slight tremors ran through its body with each breath. As it trembled, his injuries rapidly healed, and his aura began to climb steadily.

The scene was bizarre, and Wen Yan’s expression was even more curious.

Was Tuoba waiting to upgrade, and had Hu Yuan really endured Tuoba’s humiliating words?

Wen Yan stopped talking too. He took some snacks and went towards the faraway water surface.

Entering the mist, he looked at King Guilong, who lay on the water’s surface. King Guilong’s body had shrunk several sizes.

Approaching King Guilong’s mouth, he held his nose against the strong fishy smell, pried open the mouth, and stuffed a bunch of food inside.

”Are you hungry?”

King Guilong raised his eyelids, intending to ask what Wen Yan was doing. But upon meeting Wen Yan’s gaze, he inexplicably didn’t dare say anything; his temper completely gone.

”Not hungry...”

”No, you are hungry. Eat this first to tide you over, and then you can have more later.”

Confronted with Wen Yan’s gaze, King Guilong strangely backed down. He remembered his mother’s eyes when she fed him and, after a complex feeling arose in his heart, he obediently swallowed the food.

As the food went down, he felt as if a certain force was protecting his core life force, locking it in place.

His already declining Grade was forcefully arrested.

Feeling these changes, King Guilong’s gaze became even more complicated.

”Don’t rush anymore. Like I said, you were tricked. He just wants to use you to recover,” Wen Yan said.

King Guilong remained silent, not retorting, letting Wen Yan continue to stuff his mouth with food.

He too could sense that the legendary Tuoba Martial God was indeed much stronger than him. Withstanding the Technique of Slaughter with only a minor flesh wound indicated an outrageous Martial Artist, unlike any Hu Yuan or anyone else he had heard of before.

With such a strong Martial Artist present, he probably understood that Wen Yan’s previous advice was genuinely for his well-being. Wen Yan hadn’t wanted him to take the wrong path, end up being pushed to desperation by Cai Heizi, and ultimately, be beaten to death by Tuoba Martial God.

Now, with the Calamity Protector Goddess’s help and the Martial God entering the water, there was no need to fear being drowned. Dealing with him, who had just revived, should not be particularly hard.

Meeting Wen Yan’s eyes, King Guilong felt ever more keenly Wen Yan’s previous earnest efforts and good intentions, even risking death to persuade him.