Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 132 Tricky

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Tricky

Spirit Pearl was inherently a highly rebellious person, coupled with the natural resentment born from the blood fetus, truly a Demon Child.

The grand scheme Taiyi Zhenren talked about had long been dismissed from his mind at this moment.

Right now, he had only one thought: to completely annihilate this Nezha and take his place.

With a light whistle, he ascended once more, his silhouette drawing a white vortex in the sky, piercing through the clouds above.

Nezha looked at the black dot in the sky, thinking this little thing truly has a bit of wit. Fighting in the air, his physical speed can’t be fully utilized and has to rely on the Five Elements Style Technique to move, naturally slower than the Wind Fire Wheel under his feet.

"Little ghost, I want to see what other tricks you have."

Nezha also soared skywards. Seeing Spirit Pearl entering the clouds, he followed in. Just as he broke through the clouds, a dazzling golden light shone before him.

He anticipated this, always wanting to test how much power the Golden Brick from the Golden Light Cave would still have against his current body.

He crossed his arms before his face, protecting his vitals.

The next second, the Golden Brick flew over, blocked by his arms, the collision producing a crisp sound of metal striking stone!

Nezha felt intense pain in his arms, the impact nearly breaking his arm bones.

One could imagine that if this Golden Brick was used against a typical cultivator, it would pierce flesh and bone at first touch.

But against him?

"Still manageable."

Blocking the Golden Brick, Nezha launched forward with the Fire-tipped Spear to attack.

Seeing the Golden Brick hit Nezha’s arms and still not killing him, or even severely injuring him, caused Spirit Pearl’s heart to sink.

The power of his body strength rivaled a Magic Treasure; this truly seemed to defy the natural order.

He too wielded his iron spear, engaging Nezha in battle, and though Spirit Pearl was arrogant, he had to admit at this moment that his strength was not as great as Nezha’s, suffering losses in martial skills, and having to use skillful maneuvers to break force at every move.

Nezha also noticed this, finding it even more astonishing.

In their previous two encounters, he could clearly feel that his opponent’s spear skills were indeed superior, but this time he discovered that Spirit Pearl seemed to read his moves, always striking late but hitting first, preventing him from utilizing his full strength.

He thought to himself: Truly the descendant of an immortal family, their teachings go beyond mere moves, so let’s slowly observe him further.

Spirit Pearl was unwilling to slow down, blocking Nezha’s move, when suddenly divine light burst from his body. With a pointed finger and a shout, he said, "Bind!"

Nezha, along with his tunnel light, was instantly fixed in mid-air, unable to move.

This differed from the Daoist Skills used by the Nine-headed Pheasant Spirit to immobilize Nezha earlier, as it was the Innate Dao Mark engraved on Spirit Pearl’s spine, drawing on the power of heaven and earth, a means absolutely beyond what a cultivator of the Golden Core Realm should be capable of using.

After immobilizing Nezha, Spirit Pearl held nothing back, thrusting their iron spear straight at Nezha’s heart.

"If this doesn’t fall, when will it?"

A flawless move, affecting everything. It was this very move that cost him the Fire-tipped Spear earlier, and now as Spirit Pearl twisted his wrist, the iron spear in his hand fell again toward the ground. His face changed, surprised to be at a disadvantage again from the same move.

Gritting his teeth, he once again summoned the Golden Brick. A brick struck Nezha on the forehead, immediately causing blood to flow, leaving Nezha dizzy and disoriented.

Yet, using Magic Treasures necessarily divided his attention, and that distraction released him from the binding force of the Innate Dao Mark.

Nezha clutched his forehead, feeling as though his skull were fractured, his brain nearly shaken apart, seeing everything in double vision. In fear, he depressed the Fire-tipped Spear, spewing a sea of fire at Spirit Pearl ahead.

Spirit Pearl, relying on the speed of the Wind Fire Wheel, narrowly evaded.

Almost harmed by his weapon, his fury intensified.

With a low growl, he attempted to use the power of the Innate Dao Mark within him again, but, as his Primordial Qi reached halfway, it surged back, counter-shocking him until blood flowed from his seven orifices.

He was filled with rage, realizing that the power of this Dao Mark could not be used continuously.

Possessing power but lacking proficiency ultimately harmed him.

Nezha gave him no time to ponder, bearing the headache and launching a series of piercing attacks.

He thought the situation was truly perilous earlier, not expecting Spirit Pearl to have such a move, nearly falling at his hands.

Without a handy weapon, Spirit Pearl struggled even more against Nezha’s moves, as Nezha thought. He could predict Nezha’s spear paths, but Nezha struck with such speed that he couldn’t carefully observe.

A moment of inattention led to a spread of spear flowers before his eyes, leaving three bright blood holes on his small body.

"Die!"

With a sharp roar, Nezha snapped Spirit Pearl out of his thoughts of what Magic Treasure method to use next, startling him awake.

On their first meeting, if Nezha didn’t possess those skills beyond his realm, in a direct contest, he was confident he would not lose.

But now, within less than half a year, he noticed that the gap between them had grown to such an extent.

Not to mention the current situation; in terms of mindset alone, continuing the fight would assuredly lead to his death.

Nezha thrust his spear at Spirit Pearl’s Mud Ball Palace, but once he moved, there emerged another burst of golden light before him, forcing him to retreat using tunnel light.

When he reopened his eyes, Spirit Pearl was already riding the Wind Fire Wheel toward the sky.

"Without superior Escape Technique, relying solely on the Five Elements Style Technique is indeed insufficient."

His physical body might be resilient, making it hard to inflict severe injuries, but once gravely harmed, recovery was difficult as well.

Activating the power of the Golden Core within him to slightly alleviate the stabbing pain in his head, he wiped his face with his hand, finding it covered in blood.

He muttered to himself, "Not only the Wind Fire Wheel, but that Magic Treasure, the Golden Brick, is also genuinely troublesome. When next encountered, he will undoubtedly have increased in power yet again, caution must truly be exercised."

Nezha returned to the city, where more gifts of pork, beef, and lamb were delivered.

He didn’t fully understand the reason until he asked, learning that someone recognized the figure riding the Wind Fire Wheel as the thief who had set fires in Zhaoge not long ago and that Nezha, spear in hand, drove him away, naturally ridding the people of a menace.

"I truly do not deserve it; I’m not as fast as him. Chasing him this time, I couldn’t catch up and let him escape again."

"To rid the people of harm, Young Master Li is indeed a hero; there’s no need for self-deprecation. Please accept these quickly!"

The people of Zhaoge expressed gratitude for Nezha’s kindness, piling up gifts on multiple carts, mostly local specialties and pork, beef, and lamb.

Nezha couldn’t finish all of it, and keeping these items too long would spoil, so he gave them away to neighbors.

While distributing meat, Gao, the accountant from across the street, passed by with a basket on his back. Seeing Nezha distributing meat, he reached out, saying, "Nezha, Nezha, save me two jin of pork head meat. I’ve run twenty or thirty miles today and am exhausted; I’ll keep it for drinking with Jiang old brother tonight to relieve fatigue."

Gao was a scholar, but having failed in his studies, unable to shoulder or lift burdens, he lost his family fortune in business, leading him to become a bookkeeper in a tavern.

On days when there was work, he did it at the tavern; on days without work, he constantly read scrolls.

Ever since Jiang Ziya came, he frequently brought wine to boast whenever Ziya was around.

Since he always brought small treats for Lv Zhu’er, like braised peanuts today or pickled edamame tomorrow, Lv Zhu’er also liked this old man.

On rare occasions, Gao, now aged, did physical labor, and Nezha, curious despite his headache, asked with a smile, "What good things are in your basket, Mr. Gao, that prompted such effort?"

"It’s nothing good, just a few poisonous snakes, a basket of damned creatures. I ran so many miles and it cost me quite a bit of Silver."

"Why carry snakes?"

As soon as Nezha asked, he shivered from head to toe, contemplating something incredibly terrifying in his mind.

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