MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again
Chapter 483 - 237: Peak Battle

Chapter 483: Chapter 237: Peak Battle

As just a Demigod boar he still wasn’t too concerned about Lu Hong, but the sudden arrival of Meng Hong made him consider retreating, given that the man before him, who suppressed the boar single-handedly, was indeed a true Demigod powerhouse.

"Human, your wish may not come true," the Demigod boar declared, landing beside Lu Hong. "If those two join forces, I am no match for them."

"What should we do then, what about the promise of granting wishes?" Lu Hong’s anger towards those shameless attackers who besieged Augustus had not subsided.

"How about this..." Even the Demigod boar had its pride, pondering for a moment before making a compromise, "I grant you one of my fangs. Let’s call it even this time. Should you have another wish in the future, ignite it, and I shall still come to fulfill my promise. What do you say?"

"Fine." Lu Hong, realizing things were slipping out of control with the arrival of the Hall Master of Power Temple, did not persist in his demands.

The boar bestowed upon Lu Hong one of its shed fangs and, swishing its tail, forcibly broke through the space and vanished within the paths of turbulence.

A Demigod is indeed a Demigod; they handle rules with an imposing disregard.

The Hall Master of the Power Temple was naturally pleased to see the Demigod Boar leave, for capturing it would have been no easy task. Besides, it was summoned by Lu Hong, and although it was somewhat violent, its intention was good—after all, it had protected the two most precious seeds of the Power Path.

"Sotu!" Hall Master Meng Hong refocused on his opponent, "For disrupting the trials of my Power Path, you must face the appropriate punishment!"

"Heh!" Sotu scoffed, "Summoning a Demigod Demon Beast, relying on external forces to disrupt the spiritual environment—are you saying that’s right?"

"All magical tools and summoned creatures are part of the Trialist’s own strength, a fact that cannot be denied."

Before Meng Hong could finish his explanation, another voice echoed from the sky, "Hall Master Meng, that’s not quite how you should phrase it."

Meng Hong frowned slightly, looking towards the man in the sky, "Hall Master Lin, what brings you to my Power Path?"

"Just wandering around, also here to take back my disciples from the spiritual path," Hall Master Lin Chaoyang of the Silver Radiance Temple said with a smile, "The Star Sea has always maintained a reserved stance on the enhancement of magic tools and external forces. Using magic potions and excessively powerful magical tools during battles exceeds one’s own level and is quietly prohibited. Although it’s not explicitly regulated, it’s an undisputed fact. Those who join our spiritual path and undergo our temple’s trials should all be upright and guilt-free. I truly cannot accept such methods of using tools to summon Demigods. If he becomes a temple disciple, it would disgrace us, the thirteen temples."

"Hahaha! Old Lin is right!" Just as Lin Chaoyang finished, another booming laugh resounded.

At that moment, a stream of fire swept across the sky, landing solidly beside Sotu, invisibly lifting Meng Hong’s suppressing force off him.

"Wei Dehua, you’re here to join in the fun too?" Meng Hong looked coldly at the Hall Master of the Leaving Fire Temple, his tone rather unfriendly.

"Damn it, you call Lin Chaotian ’Hall Master Lin,’ but address me by name directly—are you looking down on me?" The two men stood very close, Wei Dehua’s spit nearly touching Meng Hong’s face.

"I do look down on your Leaving Fire Temple, what can you do about it?" Meng Hong realized that Sotu’s entry into the Power Path was just to force him out, "Tell me, how many more Hall Masters are on their way here?"

Realizing he was exposed, Wei Dehua no longer concealed it, admitting, "That’s it, the others couldn’t bring themselves to come, so I had to do the job."

"In my Power Path, you want to challenge me?" Meng Hong looked coldly at the Hall Master of the Leaving Fire Temple.

"Why, do you think you’re that strong? I alone am enough!" Wei Dehua declared, his body igniting with intense heat, clearly signaling his readiness for battle with Meng Hong.

"Trying to test my limits?" Meng Hong chuckled, "Then come on!"

With those words, he threw a punch at his opponent.

This punch seemed plain, but only those at a certain level of strength could understand its mystery.

Wei Dehua’s expression remained unchanged, his bodily flames forming a fist to counter Meng Hong’s attack.

As their fists collided, even the heavens and earth paused, subsequently creating a black hole that swept up the surrounding spiritual energy.

Lin Chaoyang, sensing the terrifying magic power brewing, swiftly moved in front of Lu Hong, casting a magical protection shield around Lu Hong and his group.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin," Aragon hurried to express his gratitude.

"You’re welcome," Lin Chaoyang didn’t even spare them a glance, protecting them simply as an instinct of a strong person. Although he wanted to kill Augustus, he wouldn’t stoop to base acts.

After a full minute, the stalemate barely ended. Sotu had already run from the center of the battle, not wanting to be affected.

As the clash ended, Meng Hong stumbled back repeatedly, while Wei Dehua remained firmly in place, unmovable.

"Meng Hong, you’ve gotten old," Wei Dehua grinned, but just as he spoke, he sensed something amiss. A primeval force within him seemed poised to erupt.

"What have you done?!" Wei Dehua was shocked and quickly activated his magic power, trying to suppress the invading force in his body.

"Dark Force."

The mention of Dark Force turned Wei Dehua’s face ashen. He did not know what Dark Force was, but that did not stop him from understanding that it was a manifestation of Meng Hong’s breakthrough, stealthily channeling his power into the opponent’s body—a truly terrifying feat.

Wei Dehua tried his best to suppress the invading force, but the more he suppressed it, the faster it erupted.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Dehua was unrecognizable, completely transformed into a fireball.

With a loud bang, a devastating column of fire shot into the sky, sending waves of destruction rippling outward. Meng Hong exerted his power to confine it, minimizing the damage to the divine path.

Meanwhile, Lin Chaoyang’s expression darkened, not expecting Meng Hong to have improved after a century.

After releasing the power within him, Wei Dehua kneeled on one knee, the fireball embodiment dissipating, as beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face.

At that moment, Wei Dehua deeply regretted his decision, regretting that he, a mage, had foolishly chosen to exchange blows with a brute, allowing Meng Hong to get the upper hand and suffer greatly.

And this loss stripped him of any future capability to confront Meng Hong again, although Meng Hong was not completely unscathed either.

He had subtly channeled his power into Wei Dehua’s body, and during their clash, Wei Dehua’s fire force had also invaded him, but it was much less than the power he had injected into Wei Dehua, enough to be suppressed.

Meng Hong stepped forward, "Old man, still want to fight?"

Facing Meng Hong’s taunt, Wei Dehua nearly died of anger, turning his head away without a word.

Having dealt with Wei Dehua, Meng Hong’s gaze locked onto Lin Chaoyang, "Do you want to try as well?"

"Me?" Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "I was just passing by, never thought of fighting you."

"Very well." Meng Hong nodded and then turned to Soutu, "Today, I must punish you, lest every Tom, Dick, and Harry dares to act recklessly in my divine path from tomorrow!"

The reference to ’every Tom, Dick, and Harry’ clearly included Lin Chaoyang and Wei Dehua. The former maintained a blank expression, but the latter, infuriated, coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. Wei Dehua and Meng Hong had always been at odds, destined to argue and fight whenever they met. Past encounters had been evenly matched, but this defeat was unbearable for Wei Dehua, fuelling his rage.

Seeing that Meng Hong was firm on dealing with Soutu, three Hall Masters in hiding had no choice but to step forward.

"Qi Anshui, Miao Zhongmang, Wang Liheng!" Meng Hong named them, unsurprised by their appearance.

"Hall Master Meng, we hope you won’t take things too far. After all, Lord Soutu has also shown kindness to our thirteen divine paths," Hall Master Qi Anshui from the Ten Thousand Mothers Temple spoke first.

"How does that matter?" Meng Hong chuckled, "Hasn’t the temple not reciprocated? We opened up our library unconditionally for him to study intensively for ten years—is that not enough to repay his kindness?"

"That may be true, but we’re still subservient to Lord Soutu’s realm. He has every legal right to go where he wishes, and ultimately, these thirteen divine paths are still his territory."

Qi Anshui was right; the principle was clear: Soutu was protected.

Meng Hong was too lazy to argue with them. No matter how many reasons he gave for punishing Soutu, these Hall Masters could find just as many excuses to veto, it wasn’t worth wasting breath.

"In that case, I will throw only one punch. If you can block it, I will not pursue the matter further."

Seeing Meng Hong state his condition, the three Hall Masters nodded in agreement, "Please enlighten us, Hall Master Meng."

"Enlightenment is too generous a term—just be sure to catch it!" With this strike, Meng Hong knew he had to exhibit a powerful presence to deter those who secretly eyed his divine hall.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Hong raised his right hand; under his command, the entire divine path vibrated violently.

The nine major trial hurdles lodged within the divine path rose from the ground, morphing into a bright light and shrinking to the size of a prayer bead.

Summoned by Meng Hong, the nine hurdles connected into a string of prayer beads, winding around his wrist.

As the prelude ended, a breathtaking power gradually emerged from Meng Hong’s right hand.

The three Hall Masters’ faces all changed.

Wang Liheng exclaimed, "Meng Hong! Are you trying to kill us?"

"Since you’re willing to defend Soutu, you should prepare to bear his punishment!" Meng Hong roared, clenching his fist and smashing it towards the three.