A Single Move Defeats the War God

War God O'Brien, just as Adkins had said, was a mere lowgod who dared to style himself as a War God; he truly had no idea how vast the heavens and earth were.

Arrogant, narrow-minded, and with his potential completely exhausted.

"Unable to resist the temptation, he refined a godspark."

As time passed, he grew self-important, feeling that Catherine should be with him, yet Catherine had no interest in him at all.

Therefore, upon learning that the relationship between Olivier and Catherine was so intimate, he had been harboring a grudge, as if his own woman had been snatched away by someone else.

Furthermore, he had once tried to take Olivier as a disciple and was rejected; Olivier seemed to never hold him in high regard, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt he should teach Olivier a lesson.

"Olivier, you are a genius of my O'Brien Empire. Now that you have become a god-level powerhouse, although we do not have the true name of master and disciple, the cultivation techniques of the O'Brien Empire were all passed down by me, so it can be considered a form of fate. Why don't we find a place to spar, and with my years of experience since becoming a god, I can offer you some guidance."

The War God spoke nicely, but the meaning behind his words was quite malicious; he intended to suppress Olivier.

In a world where the strong are respected, the master-disciple relationship is highly valued, but if you are looking for trouble, you cannot be so far-fetched as to invent a relationship.

Olivier was very clear that among all the god-level experts, in terms of strength, only Beirut was stronger than him, and the one he looked down upon the most was O'Brien—a guy who had refined a godspark. He originally didn't want to bother with him, but the man was becoming addicted to it.

"You, guide me? Heh!" Olivier said coldly. "Fine, since I became a god, I haven't fought anyone yet, and my hands have been itching for a while."

If people do not offend me, I do not offend them.

For those who become gods by refining a godspark, no one in countless years has ever been able to break through again.

Because the soul and the godspark cannot perfectly fuse, the laws of the world do not allow for the complete comprehension of another law profundity, nor do they allow for the fusion of different law profundities. Therefore, a lowgod cannot break through to a midgod, a midgod cannot break through to a highgod, and a highgod cannot make any further progress.

O'Brien's strength was at most that of an average lowgod; it was impossible for him to reach the peak of a lowgod.

In the original story, Olivier had just broken through to a lowgod, and by relying on soul mutation and the fusion of divine power, he could contend with peak lowgods who had come out of Gobada Prison, making him definitely stronger than the War God.

After becoming a god, Olivier had spent a few years cultivating. He had already fused most of the Profundity of Light Speed with the light element, and the darkness element with the Clone Technique. Furthermore, with the help of the Taiji Diagram, the Profundity of Light Speed had begun to fuse with the Clone Technique. His divine body, after being baptized by midgod divine power, had reached the peak of a lowgod artifact; ordinary lowgod artifacts could not even break his skin. His soul was definitely stronger than a lowgod's, reaching the intensity of a midgod.

With one divine clone, I should be able to handle O'Brien without using fused divine power.

Olivier thought to himself.

If I reveal a bit of my strength, I wonder if Beirut will take me in as a Sovereign's Emissary.

Olivier knew that if he could easily handle O'Brien with just one divine clone, then Beirut would certainly realize that with two divine clones and fused divine power, dealing with a midgod would not be difficult, and if he revealed the fusion of different laws, he could even challenge a highgod.

Perhaps, Beirut really would take me as a Sovereign's Emissary. After all, a lowgod capable of challenging a highgod has never appeared before.

He figured it out: these strengths were all reasonable within the Coiling Dragon World, and revealing them wouldn't matter; it would only show how much of a genius he was. What was unreasonable was the Taiji Diagram; that thing could not be exposed, otherwise, he might be captured for research and hacked into pieces.

Exposing some of the strength he could afford to show, gaining the favor of a Sovereign like Beirut, and obtaining a Sovereign Artifact—why wouldn't he do it?

"Haha, there's a good show to watch," Cesar said.

When Rutherford had just become a god, he had sought him out for a spar. As for the other god-level experts, they had been gods for many years, and he was very curious about their strength, but he wouldn't go and challenge them himself; he didn't have a masochistic tendency.

The others also showed interest, and even Beirut had an expression of watching a good show.

"Although Olivier has just become a god, he can fuse light and darkness divine power. O'Brien refined a godspark; Olivier should be stronger," Beirut concluded in his heart.

Olivier vs. O'Brien.

The two stood in the void, a thousand meters apart.

Olivier looked calm and relaxed, not at all like he was about to spar; O'Brien, however, was like a man facing a great enemy, gathering his momentum and ready to strike.

Originally, O'Brien felt that since he had been a god for many years, dealing with the newly ascended Olivier would be easy, but once the battle truly began, he realized that was not the case.

Olivier stood there, and although he wasn't gathering momentum, it made him feel extremely dangerous. He didn't know how to strike, which simultaneously made him furious that Olivier would look down on him so much.

"Since that's the case, I'll strike first." Having sensed that Olivier was dangerous and perhaps not weaker than him, O'Brien still didn't believe that Olivier could truly compare to him.

"War God Slash!"

Violent, scorching energy transformed into a massive battle blade, hacking toward Olivier, aiming to defeat him in one blow.

Looks scary, but the power is just average. O'Brien had used his ultimate move right from the start, wanting to win in one strike and let Olivier know his power.

As expected, his strength hasn't reached the peak of a lowgod. Looking at O'Brien's move, Olivier judged his strength.

With a wave of his hand, countless light elements gathered, emitting a dazzling radiance and forming a giant spear of light.

Clang!

Clang!

In the blink of an eye, the brilliant spear of light collided with the scorching, violent battle blade, emitting a fierce sound.

It looked as if the power of the light spear and the battle blade were not much different, but once they made contact, the battle blade shattered almost immediately, while the light spear continued forward, though it looked much dimmer and its power had diminished.

The difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Olivier's light spear shattered O'Brien's battle blade and still had enough power left to continue toward him.

"How is this possible? Olivier's casual move is actually this powerful."

Seeing this, O'Brien was very shocked, but he had grown up through battles and had experienced countless slaughters. Although shocked, his reaction was fast, and he quickly unleashed another battle blade of equal power.

Clang!

Sizzle!

Olivier's light spear could not shatter the battle blade like it did the first time, but was instead broken by it. The battle blade, also carrying residual force, continued forward, though its power was already very small.

O'Brien's ultimate techniques were not to be underestimated, yet for every move Olivier made, O'Brien had to unleash two.

In the end, he is merely someone who refined a Godspark; his strength is too weak, Olivier thought to himself.

With another casual wave of his hand, a second light spear manifested, shattering O'Brien's battle blade as if it were nothing more than dry wood.

The entire exchange had transpired in the blink of an eye.

O'Brien's second move had been executed in haste, and facing Olivier's second light spear, he found himself struggling even more desperately to parry.

Bang!

The light spear, carrying power nearly equivalent to his own full-force strike, collided with his hurried defense.

Without any suspense, O'Brien was sent flying.