The Completely Out-of-Control Situation

The plain sweeping kick carried tremendous force, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind as it smashed viciously toward Lin Yi's face.

Facing Feng Sanyou, Lin Yi felt no fear whatsoever.

After the Great Sage's special training, when it came to martial arts and combat techniques, Lin Yi was already on an entirely different level from Little Fatty Feng Sanyou.

Gathering Primordial Power in his right palm, he clenched it into a fist and raised it before his face. With ease, he blocked Feng Sanyou's attack, while the more concentrated Primordial Power sent Feng Sanyou flying dozens of meters away.

Both possessed Dao Integration-level Primordial Power, but the moment they clashed, the difference between them became obvious.

Lin Yi's Primordial Power and Divine Power had both been earned through his own efforts. Their nature was completely different from the power Feng Sanyou had received from a High God, and their mastery over Primordial Power was likewise on entirely different levels.

With his level insufficient, how could he possibly perfectly control this power?

The difference had been decided in their first exchange, which displeased Ares somewhat.

Of course, Ares had expected this outcome. It would be absurd if borrowed power could defeat someone like Lin Yi, who had cultivated his own strength.

Then again, this little fatty represented him. If they kept fighting like this and Feng Sanyou truly lost, how was this supposed to proceed?

To prevent what he did not wish to see from happening, Ares began resorting to underhanded means.

"Feng Sanyou, is this what you gained by betraying me? How does it feel to use power that doesn't belong to you? Is it not quite so handy? Have you forgotten the admirable virtue of keeping your feet on the ground, passed down by our Great Xia ancestors?"