My Mythical World - Chapter 29: War of the Century

As the thunderous voice of Gai Feng reverberated across the central battlefield, he scornfully retorted, “How dare you utter such audacious words and challenge me in this very moment!”   With a disdainful smile, Beiou replied, “Indeed, you may possess great strength, surpassing all other beings and earning the title of the mightiest creature in history, but there is one exception – me!”   His tone shifted, “Yet, you remain confined to the mortal realm, while I have transcended its limitations! But… If you give me the Spear of Destiny, then perhaps I’ll consider giving you a chance!”   An ant queen anxiously interjected, “Your Majesty, please reconsider! We are on the verge of victory, and engaging in such a risky duel might jeopardize everything. The enemy won’t easily relinquish power. It’s too dangerous!”   With an angry wave of his hand, Beiousilenced the Ant Queen with a resounding “Peng.”   “Even if he acquires the artifact, his strength still pales in comparison to my own. He won’t pose a significant threat to me. Even if he wants to inflict harm, it will be an arduous task!” Beiou declared with unwavering conviction.   As the four forces retreated three miles, the thousands of ants withdrew, leaving the battlefield open for the confrontation between the two mighty warriors. Jiang Ping savored the spectacle before him, munching on his potato chips. “Gai Feng’s words were undeniably bold, but it might be fortuitous that the Ant King heeded the Queen’s counsel. Forcing the Ant King into a duel might have led to an overwhelming attack from their entire army. Nevertheless, the Ant King must be exceedingly confident in his victory, even in the face of a divine weapon! This is undoubtedly a master plan!” Jiang Ping astutely analyzed.   At the epicenter of the vast battlefield, a colossal platform carved from pristine white jade emerged within minutes. Positioned at each end were the two most formidable contenders from their respective worlds: one, the paramount figure in human history acclaimed by all races, and the other, the preeminent Ant King whose devouring abilities had reached unparalleled heights. One wielded the Spear of Destiny, and the other was merged with the Stone tablet of truth.   “In the annals of history, this extraordinary confrontation of unmatched might shall be eternally remembered. This battle will decide the fate of all races and determine who shall ascend to dominion over the world!” A scholarly historian clutched his brush, the gravity of the moment palpable in his trembling hand.   The peerless powerhouse, Gai Feng, tightened his grip on the Spear of Destiny and murmured, “The Spear of Destiny, a supreme artifact that has indelibly shaped the history of mankind, shall now once again decide the fate of our people!” He lunged forward!   Without any hesitation, the two titans clashed with unrestrained intensity from the very outset. Gai Feng, well-aware of the threat posed by the Ant King, refrained from toying with him, knowing that any hesitation could lead to his downfall.   Immovable as a mountain, the Ant King Beiou stood tall on the field, a colossal peak casting its shadow over the continent, instilling a sense of despair in all who beheld him.   Gai Feng melded all his knowledge and skill, becoming one with his weapon, dominating the entire jade platform with his presence. He diligently sought out the Ant King’s weaknesses, preparing to unleash his most potent strike!    Every corner of the sky above, north, south, east, and west, were filled with Gai Feng’s phantoms as he attacked. Yet, there was no explosive sound of air being torn apart. Gai Feng’s speed had exceeded the speed of sound, vanishing before the sound could catch up. No strange noises accompanied his movement in the face of the Ant King’s unparalleled power.   However, being encircled by the Ant King at the battlefield’s heart was a terrifying prospect. The Ant King’s crimson eyes constantly scanned, discerning Gai Feng’s every intention to strike.   Gai Feng even sensed that a momentary pause would invite the Ant King’s Killing Fist without hesitation!   “It’s too swift, too swift,” a powerful ant hero grumbled through clenched teeth. Although he acknowledged the talents of other heroes among the myriad races, his focus was fixed solely on chasing down his own enemy, unwilling to be distracted.   Silence enveloped the vast battlefield as countless pairs of eyes locked onto the white jade platform. All witnessed this unprecedented battle of the century, some striving to comprehend its significance.   The Ant King adapted effortlessly, flawlessly adjusting to every change, his aura devoid of vulnerability. He stood as an invincible golden statue, while Gai Feng, in a matter of moments, had already depleted a significant portion of his energy. He could no longer hold back!   Zheng!   Gai Feng’s aura underwent a complete transformation as he shot toward the Ant King like an arrow released from its bowstring. The thrust emitted a radiant silver light that bathed the entire battlefield, and the sheer magnitude of the murderous intent caused onlookers to shudder and shed tears of blood.   A colossal whirlwind materialized on the battlefield, with the Spear of Destiny at its core. The spear’s tip aimed for the Ant King’s forehead.   Zizizizizizizizizi!   As though the hardest diamond collided with another, the rapidly spinning Spear of Destiny came to a halt merely 5 centimeters away from the Ant King’s brow. The King Ant seized the spear with both hands, as if employing a vice, preventing it from advancing any further.   Even with the Ant King’s body fused with the Tablet of Truth, he dare not underestimate the spear. Even without contact, Beiou felt an excruciating pain, as though impaled by an immensely sharp spearhead.   The Ant King experienced pain he had never known before. The majesty of his countenance was replaced with profound vigilance as he faced a genuine threat to his life.   Gai Feng, human and spear merged into one, infused every ounce of his energy into the Spear of Destiny. Behind him, the spectral figure of Wuma, the first generation king, flickered faintly!   Collapse!   The Ant King Beiou was forced to step back, his hind legs digging into the ground, pulverizing the once-solid white jade beneath him.   Hoo, hoo!   A massive hurricane swept across the battlefield, pushing spectators back dozens of paces. Even the weaker ones were thrown into disarray mid-air.   This was merely the residual aftermath, yet it already caused the world’s elites to struggle to maintain their footing. The last remaining top-tier powerhouse gritted his teeth, exerting every fiber of his being to withstand the chaos, unwilling to miss a single detail of this historic duel.   Given the aftermath’s magnitude, it was evident that the Ant King had withstood the spear’s keen edge head-on. Gai Feng transformed into a spiraling drill, relentlessly penetrating the Ant King’s defenses.   The Ant King’s body crackled with black energy, while his hands shimmered with a dark red aura, gripping the rotating spear with immense strength.    “Die!”     The Ant King unleashed a resounding, earth-shaking roar, his energy surging forth, invigorated with newfound fervor. With lightning speed, his hands executed a swift reversal, defying the hurricane’s impact with unwavering resolve. Bang! Bang! Bang! Gai Feng’s titanic blow met an impenetrable defense in the form of the Ant King, who effortlessly flicked his spear, causing crimson geysers to erupt from every pore on Gai Feng’s body. In the blink of an eye, he was drenched in a deluge of red, transformed into a figure drenched in the blood of battle.   In a single devastating strike, Gai Feng’s physique suffered grievous harm. His bones resounded with a cacophony of shattering echoes, and his orifices ruptured, yet he disregarded his injuries with unyielding determination. His unwavering gaze remained fixed upon the indomitable Ant King, refusing to relinquish the facade of invincibility. The blood continued to trace its macabre path along the gleaming silver spear, unyielding in its defiance.   The Ant King extended his hands, and wisps of ethereal white smoke wafted from his impervious palms. The labyrinthine scales, etched with enigmatic patterns, teetered on the precipice of obliteration.   “To deliver such a blow and compel me to retreat a step, you shall forever take pride in this accomplishment!” declared the Ant King, thrusting a pointed finger toward the profusely bleeding Gai Feng. This strike had surpassed the Ant King’s expectations, begrudgingly earning his admiration.   Gai Feng steadfastly stared at the Ant King, his eyes stained a deep crimson, yet he maintained an unbroken silence. He dreaded that if he dared to part his lips, torrents of blood would gush forth, intermingled with fragments of his ravaged organs, forever sealing his fate to fall.   “The King commanded you to assail, and you have exhausted your sole glimmer of hope, even though hope itself flirts with the precipice of nonexistence,” the Ant King murmured to himself. “Now, it is your turn to confront the King’s relentless onslaught!”   In an instant, Gai Feng’s gaze beheld an astronomical fist that spanned the firmament. This onslaught seized every recess of his consciousness, and the very notion of “death” seared into his mind with an intensity that defied comprehension.   — END OF THE CHAPTER —   [Join Our Discord for regular updates and have fun with other community members: https://discord.com/invite/SqWtJpPtm9 ]