Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Assistance_1

Bright eyes, white teeth, red lips, and a delicate nose—Fu Qian observed the lovely face before him, suppressing the urge to flatten it with a slap.

“How is it?”

The next moment, the violence in his heart faded away.

Wen Li, who had trained arduously for two days, was looking over with a tense expression.

“You’ve made considerable progress.”

Fu Qian seriously commented.

...Indeed, during those two days of leisurely life, Wen Li fully exploited her capitalist heir talent, making full use of resources by asking Fu Qian to help refine her Kaleidoscope skill.

Over these two days, her control had improved significantly, to the extent that even his own mind was somewhat affected under the chaotic assault just now.

“However, the next time you face an opponent of a much higher level, you should add less anger to the mix.”

“…Okay.”

Wen Li seemed to realize the danger she faced and stuck out her tongue slightly, a bit scared after the fact.

“Anyway, this move should be very effective against an opponent of your own level.”

Fu Qian waved her off.

“You should head back first.”

“Okay.”

Although she was being sent away in her own territory, Wen Li didn’t seem displeased and stood up with a light tone.

“And no matter what noise you hear later, don’t come out.”

…

Wen Li’s body stiffened in an instant, and she subconsciously looked around, yet found nothing out of the ordinary.

Without asking further questions, she glanced at Fu Qian and quietly withdrew.

As Fu Qian witnessed this scene, he simply sat still in his original spot.

Almost ten seconds after she left, a knocking sound came from the door again.

“Come in.”

Fu Qian called out.

The door opened in response, and a figure stood there silently, not uttering a word.

It was a stocky middle-aged man with indeterminable age, his dark face expressionless.

Just by standing there, he emanated an ineffable sense of grim solemnity, as if embodying both power and destruction.

Is this the power of a Divine Envoy? It still seems to be lacking a bit.

The other party didn’t speak, and Fu Qian wasn’t in a hurry to either, instead taking his time to look the visitor up and down with great interest.

He had been talking to Wen Li when a sudden sense of extreme danger had appeared, prompting him to send her away first.

This person was certainly not Ariel, but even if he was not a Divine Envoy, the difference wouldn’t be substantial.

Merely judging by his physique, this man didn’t seem too exaggerated, but the power contained within his body was absolutely terrifying.

Looking at those long and strong arms, Fu Qian had no doubt they could punch a hole through his body.

Truly a walking weapon of mass destruction! Compared to him, the guy who pounded the wall before seemed no more threatening than a jelly bean.

Fu Qian sighed and nodded as he considered this.

This kind of character would be a bit troublesome to kill.

“Fang Xun?”

The man outside finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

“That could be me.”

Fu Qian exhaled, this answer being genuinely true.

“Please come in.”

The middle-aged man grunted and walked into the room without any courtesies.

But instead of finding a place to sit, he approached Fu Qian and scrutinized him from above with a deep, probing gaze.

“You do have some strength.”

A few seconds later, the man spoke again.

To be evaluated by someone right after evaluating another—was this how it worked?

“I appreciate the compliment.”

Fu Qian responded weakly.

“Unfortunately, your temperament is poor, your actions unrestrained, treating rules as non-existent. You are the kind of person who often becomes a much more dangerous and uncontrollable factor.”

“If you keep complimenting me like this, I’m going to get embarrassed.”

Fu Qian replied nonchalantly.

He had heard this kind of talk countless times over the years, just like how this person’s praises couldn’t stir up the slightest ripple, criticism was equally ineffective.

Hmph!

Seeing that Fu Qian was completely in a state of utter indifference, akin to a dead pig not fearing boiling water, the middle-aged man huffed heavily once again.

The next moment, Fu Qian felt the light in the room dim slightly.

And on the middle-aged man’s dark face and body, golden-red gorges began to meander out.

Interconnected with each other, they formed an arcane and mysterious pattern, shimmering with a golden blood light.

Not only that, with a series of writhing movements, the middle-aged man’s muscles, that seemed as if cast from steel and iron, bizarrely stretched and flexed.

One after another, additional arms extended out, reducing his clothes to ashes in the surge of invisible force.

“You know nothing about power,”

said the transformed middle-aged man, his voice ringing like the clashing of gold and iron.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t kill you?”

Is this the legendary Mythical Form?

Utterly unconcerned by the other’s declaration of death, Fu Qian watched with excitement as the figure before him no longer resembled a human being.

Strictly speaking, based solely on appearance, whether it was the tentacles or the armor used before, this person’s form was still far from being as inhuman as his own, but they were fundamentally different in actuality.

In his perception, what the middle-aged man was now exhibiting was a highly condensed state of sublimation, a manifestation similar to the essence of power itself.

Although he had used skills to launch attacks on the level of Mythical Form many times, this was his first time truly facing it.

The golden-red patterns that spread across the middle-aged man’s body seemed to form invisible tides, battering at one’s spirit.

If this was before I became a Demigod, I’d probably be losing sanity by now.

Looking at the middle-aged man who seemed like a god descending upon earth, Fu Qian nonchalantly shook his head.

“Real or fake doesn’t matter. How do you wish to die? Considering your strength, the options I can offer are somewhat limited.”

“Do you think I’m joking with you?”

With pupils shimmering in golden-red light, the middle-aged man’s voice was icy cold.

The next moment, he threw a punch.

It was as if crossing time and space, the punch was already in front of Fu Qian the instant it was launched.

However, at that moment, a dazzling Crystal Long Spear likewise appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

Is this…

The middle-aged man really wanted to disregard this object, but his instincts told him that the terrifying destructive power contained within this mass of crimson crystal could not be ignored, even by a Mythical Form.

Subconsciously, multiple arms reached out for the Crystal Long Spear, while the fist continued to thrust forward.

Unexpectedly, his opponent didn’t take the opportunity to dodge but met him with an equally dark and Heavy Fist.

Boom!

The next moment, a burst of blood mist exploded from Fu Qian’s body, and the patterns on the middle-aged man were also violently disturbed.

“Aren’t you coming out yet?”

Using the rebound force to leap back, Fu Qian shouted toward the outside of the door.

“Alright, both of you, please stop!”

Before the words had fallen, a familiar voice came from outside. Yuan Shan walked in with a helpless expression on her face.

And with her entry, the middle-aged man finally ceased his actions.

“Did you bring these people?”

Fu Qian looked at Yuan Shan.

“Um… I happened to be nearby, and after understanding the situation, I had to come by, there was really nothing I could do,”

Yuan Shan whispered softly.

“Alright.”

Fu Qian glanced at the middle-aged man who had taken a seat at the side, the golden-red patterns on his body having dissipated, and the extra arms withdrawn.

To reach this level, one can freely control the Mythical Form?

Fu Qian mused silently.

“I’m truly sorry. What I said earlier was true; this person has a bit of a temper, and forcibly stopping him might have caused a backlash,”

Seeing Fu Qian somewhat silent, Yuan Shan thought he was still a bit upset and earnestly explained.

At this moment, she indeed felt somewhat embarrassed, given that Fu Qian had been cooperating with her in many matters.

“It’s alright.”

Fu Qian didn’t mind it at all.

“What I said earlier was also true.”