Samsara Online Chapter 279
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"Really what a surprise! How can an ant like you do such a thing? There are billions here, no.... Here we have countless ants, some bigger than others, but ants nonetheless. But you, an ant of the lowest level, actually caused such damage to my totem? I am really surprised!"
The powerful voice of the ancient god of the Mayan civilization echoed throughout the place, even being heard thousands of miles away while the energy of the site was still trembling due to the remaining power of the previous explosion.
However, unlike in the past, the voice of the True God Buluc Chabtan sounded truly surprised. Not a surprise of words as he said before; a real and genuine surprise. He was incredibly surprised that such a weak person could actually cause his avatar to suffer injuries of such magnitude!
Xie Feng might not know how strong he was, but from where Buluc Chabtan came from, people on Xie Feng's level were simply too weak; ants unworthy of a second glance for characters like him. But now, right in front of his eyes, an ant had just injured him!
Unfortunately for the ancient god, Xie Feng was not listening to him in the slightest as his mind was in total chaos. Staring at the entity in front of him, several kilometers away, Xie Feng simply could not believe what his eyes were seeing.
The right leg as well as the entire right arm of the almighty god had disappeared; the explosion had completely destroyed them to the point of leaving no trace. In fact, practically the entire right side of the avatar of the middle-aged man in front of him had disappeared in its entirety. But Xie Feng was not satisfied.
How could he be satisfied?
An attack that could wipe out every living thing on planet Earth and even destroy a large part of a world, had actually only caused that much damage? There was no way he could be satisfied with such results!
Buluc Chabtan was just using an avatar! What was in front of Xie Feng was no different from an illusion created by the power of the true God that was whoever was where, but such a thing actually withstood his most powerful attack!
What was worse of all; Xie Feng could no longer launch attacks of such magnitude anymore. To create such a powerful attack, he had to gather as much energy as possible for more than ten minutes without rest and without interruption... Of course, the ancient god Maya would not allow him to gather energy for ten minutes after witnessing the power and danger such an attack posed to his avatar!
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Although Xie Feng's heart was beating furiously, he kept an unperturbed expression on the surface and said in an indifferent voice: "From the beginning you have been calling me an ant but.... How strong is that avatar compared to your main body?"
This was the main and most important question at present. Xie Feng needed to know the difference in power between a mere avatar and the main source. If the difference wasn't too much, then Xie Feng could breathe a small sigh of relief and become stronger as quickly as possible.... But if the difference was too great....
"Mmm..." Buluc Chabtan still looked surprised, but that was all. Surprise. After thinking for a moment, he replied again in a monotone voice: "I guess it's not wrong to give you a small reward for your effort... The strength of this avatar in comparison to my real body is about 1/10.... It's not that I can't use a more powerful avatar, it's just that..."
The Mayan god continued to speak casually, but Xie Feng was no longer listening to his words.
The amount of emotional surprises Xie Feng had received tonight were undoubtedly more than he had ever received in his entire life. He had naively believed that perhaps, the entity that had withstood his most powerful attack and an attack that he needed to charge to launch, was at least half as strong as the main body.... But he had never expected such a cruel answer.
1/10...
The avatar with the appearance of a robust middle-aged man in front of him actually only represented 1/10 of the full strength of the real Buluc Chabtan. How could he fight against someone like that? No. Was there any point in fighting to begin with? Even if he destroyed this avatar by sacrificing his life, the God of Human Sacrifice simply needed to create a second avatar, then a third avatar, and the fight would continue relentlessly.
Although Buluc Chabtan could not create more powerful avatars for some reason, an avatar of this level was something that Xie Feng had to fight against at all costs and even then his victory would not be guaranteed. So what would happen if this God decided to attack his loved ones? Could he protect them? The answer was, again, too cruel.
Weak; a word Xie Feng always hated.
Weak people can only swallow their pride and go on with their lives in silence while acting as if they do not feel the tread of the strongest over their heads. Those who were weak did not have the power to really protect their loved ones from those who had the power to do as they pleased.
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For example; the reason why the fiancée of the man Xie Feng met on that night of clandestine racing was abused by Nangong Chen and then forced to commit suicide. In the end, the girl's fiancé could do nothing about it... because he was too weak.
Xie Feng was always very proud. Except in his childhood where he let other weaker kids bully him just because he didn't want to hurt them, he never let anyone step on his head in any way. He knew how strong he was and his pride had only grown even stronger after learning that he was actually one of the most powerful people on the whole planet.
With his power, he was not interested in riches or getting as many beauties as possible. The only thing Xie Feng longed for from the bottom of his heart was to take revenge for the death of Xie Yao's parents and live a peaceful life with his loved ones; it was as simple as that.
Unfortunately, things did not always turn out as one had hoped.
"Mmm... I see you're not listening to me. It seems my words were a great shock to your spirit."
While Xie Feng was feeling lost, that same monotone voice that he had come to hate so much sounded again.... Right behind him.
Xie Feng's pupils contracted to the size of needles when he realized his mistake. But it was too late for him to get away so he hurriedly created the strongest wind barrier possible in the shortest amount of time.
BOOM!!!
Although the wind barrier resisted much of the force contained in Buluc Chabtan's fist, Xie Feng was sent flying out of control while continuously spitting blood.
Buluc Chabtan, being one of the gods with the right to call himself God of War, did not miss the opportunity and pursued his enemy relentlessly.
BANG!
Xie Feng clenched his teeth, mad at himself. To control his body he created a wall of wind behind him and used his feet to propel himself forward.
Instead of retreating, Xie Feng advanced and with thunderous speed, his right fist smashed hard into the left fist of the ancient Mayan god.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Since the enemy in front of his eyes was weakened, he was going to destroy him completely! So what if the god in front of him could come back later? Xie Feng would come back to destroy him before he touched a single hair of his loved ones!
Besides... What if for some reason he couldn't come back?
BOOM!
Clenching his other fist, Xie Feng slammed it mercilessly into the middle-aged man's face.
Buluc Chabtan was sent flying backward, but even then Xie Feng kicked him in the stomach again with all his might, sending him flying even further.
The ancient Mayan god's body was covered in blood, proving that the avatar was a body of flesh and blood that was also in pain.
BOOOM!!!
Xie Feng chased at full speed and continued to defend and attack immediately after. Because Buluc Chabtan had lost half of his body, with Xie Feng's speed and strength being roughly similar and even slightly above, the battle soon became one-sided.
Buluc Chabtan was beaten and sent flying through practically every corner of the Solar System. Still, the astute god resisted every attack and covered his head and chest when Xie Feng tried to hit dangerous areas. Even while being beaten in such a manner, the God of Human Sacrifice persisted; as if he was waiting for something.
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
Xie Feng created thousands of wind weapons and hurled them towards his enemy relentlessly, forcing the now pitiful god into absolute defense mode.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Buluc Chabtan waved his left fist and left leg constantly, causing terrifying explosions that shook the surroundings as he struggled to destroy all the wind weapons flying towards him.
The battle continued and the explosions persisted for over thirty minutes.
Both moved far and wide across the vast outer space. One was chasing and the other was trying to keep his distance.
Xie Feng had noticed that the god he was currently facing seemed to be buying time, but only after thirty minutes did he discover the reason.
BOOM!
Xie Feng's right fist collided for the millionth time against the left fist of the God of Human Sacrifice. Just like before, Xie Feng punched with his left fist without delay with the intention of crushing his enemy's head.
However...
BOOM!!!
Things were never as easy as they seemed.
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