Martial King's Retired Life

Volume 11 Chapter 121 Bighead Ge. A Game of Fireball.

When Gewu first absorbed Baidizi’s blood, he experienced what he would refer to as his blood being incinerated and flames scorching his meridians. Following each successive absorption, the pain abated. By the time he got around to sapping Black Feathers Shuyu of its blood, it was no different to drinking water.

Despite his nightmarish appearance and deviation from being human, he was pleased, very pleased.

“Hehehe, never imagined you’d be in this state, did you, Ming Feizhen?” Gewu flashed a corner of his spiky teeth. “I don’t blame you for not recognising me.” The second time he spoke, it was distinctly his throat voice instead of the voice that was indistinguishable between man and woman. “You recognise me now, don’t you?”

Ming Feizhen tilted his head. “No. Who are you?”

“… This old one is Gewu.”

Ming Feizhen’s eyes grew double their size. “Gegewu? What happened to you? How much did you eat to grow that… fat?”

Gewu gusted up dust with a stomp and splintered rocks with lightning bolts. “Ming Feizhen, you are the one who did this to me, yet you’re still making a fool of me. I won’t be done with you even after I rip you to pieces!”

“Man, you’ve changed a lot. I crippled you, only for you to come back stronger than before. How’d you do it?”

“Heh, scared already? I don’t blame an ignorant fool for his ignorance. Did you know the leader of six evils, Pangu, was already honoured as a divine beast before Mystical Era? Now that I possess his sons’ powers, I have surpassed human limits and begun my apotheosis. After I maul you, I’ll take back Shaman Faith and conquer Nanjiang. I now have an unmatched lifespan; I have all the time in the world to conquer the Central Plain to become the man among men, god among gods!” Besides smoke coming out of his huge head, Gewu’s skin turned redder as his the thrill built up.

“You ate its sons? Must be some of the messed up stuff Sky Palace came up with, then. Their messed up stuff can produce some miraculous outcomes and deviate from the standard definition of martial arts. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to eat them.

“I doubt the creator ever imagined somebody would be lucky enough to have four of Pangu’s sons, let alone in one sitting. I’ll hedge my fortune on you being the only one to ever achieve this with the disicpline. I feel sorry for the man who created it.”

“If you’re scared, you can beg for mercy. If I’m feeling merciful, I can grant you a painless end, and I’ll save you the misery of witnessing your loved one die tragically. Frankly, the very sight of you irks me. It’s a win-win situation if I kill you first. What do you say?”

“… How did his head grow so big? Might as well call him Bighead Ge from now,” Ming Feizhen muttered.

“What was that?”

“Say, Bighead Ge, y-”

“You asked for it!”

“Chill. Judging from your appearance, you must’ve first ingested blood from beasts that breathed the miasma. Well, you wouldn’t have been able to absorb so much blood and essence from Pangu’s kids without going insane if you didn’t.”

“Hahaha, you can feign astonishment all you like. It isn’t going to stop me from killing you. You’re defenceless now. Your mouth won’t save you.”

“I take that back. You were insane in the first place.”

“You have to get through me first.” Shen Yiren woke Yujing slowly, covering any possible openings.

Skill, strength, speed and all other variables that make up martial prowess were compromised if you didn’t get enough rest. Shen Yiren had been fighting without sleep for four days now, while Gewu just finished absorbing Black Feathers Shuyu’s blood and essence. Even so, her spirit was enough to impel Gewu to put a fight behind him.

Gewu would need to be wary against a Divine Realm warrior until he figured out the secret of Enlightenment, but anybody below their level was just a punching bag. For some reason, though, the sight of Yujing instilled fear.

Gewu forgot Yujing took Baidizi’s head off clean. Luo Ming passed on to Shen Yiren the intent behind his historic slash.

“Boss, that sword draw looked wicked. Looks like you’ve really improved recently.”

Shen Yiren would’ve loved to turn around to kick Ming Feizhen for his useless commentary, but she didn’t have that luxury.

“Oh, you even doing the whole flashy thing now.”

Shen Yiren concentrated solely on the threat standing before them.

Gewu pressed his hands together, spawning a fireball between them out of thin air.