Rutherford Becomes a God

According to Luo Wen, besides Hodan, there are three terrifyingly powerful existences on the Arctic Ice Plain: Rutherford, the Ice Bear Misha, and the Snow Lion Simba.

Rutherford is one of the four great peak experts of humanity since Cesar became a god, and he cultivates the profound mysteries of ice.

The Ice Bear Misha and the Snow Lion Simba were never mentioned in the book Coiling Dragon.

Ice Bear Misha: The strongest among the ice bears, he also cultivates the profound mysteries of ice. Although he has not yet reached the limit of the laws, he is not far off. Coupled with the ice bear's naturally superior physique compared to humans and their strong defenses, Misha's strength is not much different from Rutherford's.

Snow Lion Simba: The strongest among the snow lions, he cultivates the profound mysteries of water elements. It is said that he is also nearing the Saint-level limit. Snow lions also possess bodies far stronger than humans, and their speed is extremely fast. His strength is no less than Misha's, but this snow lion has a very bad habit: he likes to rob people for no reason. Because he is so strong, the people and magical beasts on the ice plain suffer greatly because of him.

After bidding farewell to Luo Wen, Olivier followed his instructions and found the coldest place on the Arctic Ice Plain—an iceberg. There, a Mystic Ice Sword belonging to Olivier awaited him. This Mystic Ice Sword is a very powerful divine artifact. Holding the mentality that it would be a waste not to take it, Olivier decided to retrieve the sword first after leaving Luo Wen.

He found the long-famed Mystic Ice Sword as he had hoped. The sword was crystal clear, incredibly beautiful, and both extremely hard and sharp. Olivier felt that this trip had not been in vain.

After obtaining the Mystic Ice Sword, Olivier decided to go and meet Rutherford, one of the four great peak experts, to see just how strong he truly was.

As a powerhouse and the leader of the ascetics on the ice plain, Rutherford is not someone just anyone can challenge.

Like Desri, Rutherford has also gathered a group around him, consisting of his disciples and followers. One of them, named Monet, is the strongest among them besides Rutherford, even surpassing Luo Wen. The others are similar to Heidens, some even weaker, but all of them are Saint-level experts, as it is difficult to survive on the Arctic Ice Plain otherwise.

"Olivier has come to challenge Rutherford!"

Olivier's sudden arrival and his explicit demand to challenge Rutherford caught them off guard. Although Olivier looked strong, Rutherford's disciples and followers did not believe that some unknown brat could challenge their master.

The people before him were clearly not strong, and Olivier had no intention of sparring with them. Seeing their attitude—as if he weren't qualified to spar with Rutherford—Olivier stopped being polite.

"You are not my match. Call Rutherford out!" Olivier said indifferently.

"You ignorant brat, you think you can challenge Lord Rutherford?" Monet looked down on Olivier with disdain. A nameless nobody wanting to challenge one of the five great peak experts? Monet did not know that Cesar had already broken through.

The others also wore expressions of righteous indignation.

Olivier's gaze turned cold. His sharp eyes swept over them, and he unleashed a trace of soul pressure. Instantly, everyone, including Monet, felt a tremendous pressure, as if they were not being looked at by eyes, but by a sharp blade.

This kind of pressure was something they had only ever felt from Rutherford.

Olivier's gaze flashed by, but Monet felt it vividly; he could not resist it. However, unwilling to give up, he wanted to challenge him to see if Olivier was truly that strong.

"If you want to challenge Lord Rutherford, you must first get past me!" As Monet spoke, he flew opposite Olivier, his powerful aura surging into the sky. The others retreated one after another, but Olivier remained completely unaffected.

"Since you insist on seeking a beating, I cannot refuse," Olivier said with a faint smile.

"Begin. Use your strongest ultimate move, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance," Olivier added, standing with his hands behind his back, not taking Monet seriously at all.

"You are too arrogant! Even Lord Rutherford would not dare to be so," Monet said, feeling very angry that Olivier looked down on him so much.

Monet vanished in an instant, appearing above Olivier the next moment, his sword slashing down toward his head. Monet cultivated the profound mysteries of the wind element laws and was extremely fast, but in Olivier's eyes, he was truly slow.

As the sword was about to strike Olivier's head, he showed no sign of dodging. The sword in Monet's hand passed through Olivier's body without encountering any resistance, and Olivier was sliced into two halves.

However, Monet did not show any expression of victory; instead, he became even more cautious. He was shocked by Olivier's speed because he knew he hadn't even seen how Olivier had disappeared.

Monet immediately reacted and searched for Olivier's figure. The reaction speed of a Saint-level expert is incredibly fast, but at that very moment, Monet discovered that a crystal-clear Mystic Ice Sword had appeared at his throat. If he moved even slightly, his head might be separated from his body.

Monet was instantly drenched in cold sweat. If Olivier had wanted his life, he would already be dead.

"You are too weak," Olivier said calmly.

Monet looked at Olivier with anger, but he had nothing to say. Although he was very unwilling, he was indeed far inferior to Olivier.

"Monet actually lost just like that?" The others were shocked. They hadn't expected Olivier to be so strong and so fast. Now, they didn't dare to provoke him further, and everyone fell silent.

"Rutherford, you should come out now," Olivier said, releasing Monet and speaking toward the back of the crowd.

Rutherford had been observing from not far away; he had discovered Olivier shortly after he arrived. Perhaps Rutherford had also felt that Olivier wasn't qualified to challenge him, so he hadn't come out.

People coming to challenge Rutherford were not common, but they weren't rare either. Usually, Rutherford wouldn't need to act; his subordinates could handle it. Seeing Monet lose so quickly, Rutherford knew he had to step in. He had thought he was hiding well, but he hadn't expected to be discovered so early.

"Olivier, is it? Your strength is great, especially your speed. You are qualified to fight me," Rutherford said as he revealed himself. One must know that while speed does not represent absolute strength, if speed reaches a certain level, one's strength cannot be too poor. Thus, Rutherford regarded Olivier as an opponent worthy of a fight.

"In that case, let us begin." Without further ado, he drew his Mystic Ice Sword and slashed toward Rutherford. Seeing Rutherford's air of absolute confidence that he wouldn't lose, Olivier knew he wouldn't strike first. For a person standing at the peak like him, one needed to demonstrate sufficient strength to have a proper conversation.

Olivier did not use "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin" or fused laws; he only used the profound mysteries of the light element fused with the profound mysteries of the speed of light. He only fused a tiny bit, and although the power wasn't incredibly strong, it barely reached the Saint-level limit, but the speed was indeed extremely fast. Monet had just been defeated by this very move.

"Take this move!" Olivier appeared instantly before Rutherford, thrusting toward his head.

Rutherford also drew his sword to parry, secretly shocked. Such fast speed! I almost didn't have time to block. Olivier vanished again, appeared from another direction, thrust another sword, and vanished once more.

The others only saw countless Oliviers appearing in the air, each one thrusting toward Rutherford, with some disappearing while new ones appeared.

"Olivier, your speed is good, but your attack power is too weak!" Rutherford was completely on the defensive, constantly blocking Olivier's swords from all directions. Rutherford felt stifled, but unwilling to admit it, he instead mocked Olivier's weak attack power.

Each of Olivier's strikes wasn't very strong, but the speed was too fast. At first, he could block them easily, but Olivier's speed seemed to have no limit. Later on, he could only just barely react, as if the next strike would pierce him if Olivier were just a little faster.

However, as Olivier's speed increased, it felt as if his own reaction speed was also increasing, as if he were breaking through his own limits. Rutherford had reached the Saint-level limit many years ago and hadn't felt this way in a long time. Rutherford was excited; at his level, it was very difficult to improve even a little bit.

"Olivier, faster!" As time went on, Rutherford became more and more excited, instead urging Olivier to increase his speed.

What is wrong with Lord? Is being beaten not enough? Monet and the others thought to themselves, but how could they understand Rutherford at this moment?

Olivier was originally practicing his skills. Having finally found a punching bag, he wasn't about to stop until he had his fill, constantly increasing his speed. He experienced the feeling of attacking at every increment of speed. Listening to Rutherford, he understood his state. He thought for a moment; earlier, Rutherford had been unable to keep up with his speed, but now, as his speed kept increasing, Rutherford seemed to be able to keep up. He immediately understood. He remembered that in Coiling Dragon, the five great peak experts were not evil people, so helping him out would be fine.

Thus, Olivier kept increasing his speed. Olivier felt he was nearing his limit, yet Rutherford seemed to be able to block his sword at the very last moment every time.

Finally, as time passed, Rutherford became increasingly disheveled, but his aura grew stronger and stronger.

Olivier also became competitive with Rutherford, constantly increasing his speed until he exceeded his limits. He felt great, though not as intensely as Rutherford.

This state was maintained for over an hour until Rutherford's aura suddenly surged uncontrollably, directly knocking Olivier away.

Rutherford simply closed his eyes.

"Hum~"

Olivier, Monet, and the others felt a primordial, ancient, and soul-shaking power suddenly descend. It completely enveloped Rutherford, and the surrounding space began to distort, seemingly isolating him from the rest of the area. Rutherford's entire body actually began to levitate.

Olivier knew that Rutherford was about to become a god; he had not expected that his own challenge would cause this tragic figure from the original story to ascend.

"My Lord, the Lord has become a god!!" Monet and the others cried out in shock. Every one of their eyes shone with envy and pleasant surprise; Rutherford becoming a god would bring immense benefits to followers like them.

"Oh? Rutherford has become a god," Beirut in the Dark Forest remarked.

"Someone has become a god. The North Pole, Rutherford," the War God, the High Priest, and Dylin noted.

"Finally, someone has become a god later than I have. The North Pole, Rutherford. I shall go and take a look," Cesar said.