Only then did Scaramouche notice that the wooden spikes from earlier had already penetrated every joint of his Mecha, preventing him from controlling it freely.
His Mecha, which should have been unstoppable, had been beaten utterly helpless by a few pieces of wood. The disparity was simply too great for Scaramouche to accept.
In the mere day since he had gained the combat power of a God, he had already suffered three different degrees of humiliation.
First, Buer, the God of Wisdom who did not pursue power, had dragged him into a dream for her own amusement. Then he had struggled against Lumine, whose strength was far beneath his. Finally, Yucheng, that interloper, had beaten him so badly he could not hold his head up.
He had already ascended to godhood! He should have stood at the pinnacle of Teyvat. Had he lost to Morax of Liyue or his own mother, Beelzebul, he felt he could just barely accept it. But against these three before him, how had he ended up like this?
Just then, Yucheng appeared before Scaramouche and asked with a teasing smile, "Well? Have you calmed down?"
Now, even if Scaramouche refused to admit it, the facts were right before his eyes. Since Yucheng could easily defeat him after his ascension, Yucheng's strength was unquestionably at the level of a God as well.
Scaramouche asked indignantly, "Who exactly are you? A God who survived the Archon War?"
Yucheng said disdainfully, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm just a human. Even if I have the combat power of a God, I'm still only a human of flesh and blood, not some deity."
Scaramouche said, "Impossible! Humans are such feeble creatures. How could a human like you possibly exist?"
Yucheng said, "Think whatever you like. I remember you used