Godslayer, King's Face Card Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 134 I'm so powerful

The four of them got into the car, driven by Wang Mian, and quickly left the city, arriving at an open field. After the car came to a stop, Wang Mian opened the trunk, while Ling Yunxiao took out a deck of cards from his pocket and looked up at the group of people in front of him.

"Everyone, right?"

"Uh...is this not a good idea?"

"Captain, do you know how to build a time maze? It's about folding time here so that as many of those zombie beasts as possible come, and then they don't interact with each other, so we can take them all at once."

Ling Yunxiao looked up at Wang Mian, who, holding the Zhulong horn, pondered for a moment before nodding slightly.

It seemed that it would consume 20 years of one's lifespan, but now that he had become the God of Time, and as a human, he still had hundreds of thousands of years left to live.

Wang Mian quickly finished setting up the time trap, and the four of them rotated the seats in the car and leisurely started playing cards.

Ten minutes later, Ling Yunxiao frowned, raised his head, and looked at the three people in front of him.

Wang Mian's Candle Dragon, its horn half-drawn from its sheath, Yang Jian's third eye gleaming, and Nezha's three heads and six arms each holding a card.

At this moment, Ling Yunxiao began to question the meaning of life. What was he thinking, deciding to play with these three people? Even if the God of Gamblers came, he wouldn't win a single point at this table…

The three of them looked at Ling Yunxiao's gaze, which seemed to dart away. They smiled shyly, but made no attempt to hide their unease.

"How about the three of you play, and I'll deal the cards and serve you tea and water?"

"Okay... let's settle the matter of the divine blood you just donated."

"Yeah! You're not trying to renege on your debt, are you?"

"Brother Ling, there aren't many people in the Three Realms who dare to renege on their debts with me and Nezha."

Looking at the three men in front of him, eager to fight, Ling Yunxiao felt for the first time the wickedness of society and realized that he was still too naive.

"Let's owe it to them for now! We're out of stock, and killing Dagon didn't give us divine blood, which is ridiculous..."

Ling Yunxiao sighed, then looked out the car window and suddenly felt that time was passing very slowly.

"How about we play mahjong?"

As Nezha spoke, he reached into his Qiankun bag. He was immediately stopped by Ling Yunxiao rolling his eyes at him.

“Three great gods, please cease your supernatural powers! I truly have nothing of value here. You have all become gods and need no more lifespan. If you are truly bored, why don’t we get off the vehicle and stretch our muscles and bones before the corpse beast arrives?”

"Good idea, Brother Ling. You and I get out of the car. Don't activate that Chi You's Descent ability. Let's spar a bit and see just how strong your bloodline and physical body have become!"

Yang Jian was the first to stand up, his gaze fixed intently on Ling Yunxiao.

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"come on!"

As Wang Mian spoke, he opened the car door, completely ignoring Ling Yunxiao's ugly expression—a mixture of wanting to slap himself and wanting to slap Yang Jian to death—and pushed him out of the car. Yang Jian opened the car door without hesitation and followed, a happy smile on his lips.

Ling Yunxiao was very confident that he could defeat a dozen Zhao Kongchengs. However, Yang Jian was a war god who had been famous in the Heavenly Court for many years! Where did he get his confidence? Seeing that Yang Jian had already taken out his three-pointed double-edged halberd, Ling Yunxiao could no longer bear it.

"Have some shame! When did you see me use a weapon? Put your three-pointed double-edged halberd away, or I might just pull out my judge's pen."

Yang Jian smiled sullenly and somewhat apologetically withdrew his three-pointed double-edged halberd.

"I'm sorry, I was taught from a young age that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. I really forgot. Let's continue, I promise we won't use weapons."

Ling Yunxiao sneered, completely disbelieving Yang Jian's words. Forgot? He clearly wanted to beat him up!

In the next second, Ling Yunxiao moved suddenly, shooting out like an arrow. He raised his right hand high, clenched it into a fist, and with a sharp gust of wind, slammed it straight towards Yang Jian's face!

Faced with Ling Yunxiao's fierce offensive, Yang Jian showed no sign of panic. Although he had abandoned his weapon, his superb martial arts skills were not to be underestimated. With nimble and agile movements, Yang Jian easily dodged Ling Yunxiao's oncoming fist by simply shifting his body slightly.

However, Yang Jian's counterattack did not stop there. Taking advantage of Ling Yunxiao's waning strength and lack of new power, he launched a flying kick, aiming a thunderous side kick at Ling Yunxiao's chest. This kick was extremely fast and had a tricky angle, making it impossible to defend against.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yunxiao seemed completely oblivious, neither dodging nor avoiding Yang Jian's kick, simply taking it head-on. With a muffled "bang," Yang Jian's foot struck Ling Yunxiao heavily in the chest.

However, what Wang Mian and Nezha did not expect was that even after suffering such a heavy blow, Ling Yunxiao's expression remained unchanged, as if the blow had nothing to do with him.

Ling Yunxiao's figure flashed, moving once more like a ghost. His fists danced with ferocious power, each strike carrying a sharp aura, as if to tear the air apart. Yang Jian, naturally, was not to be outdone. Knowing that Ling Yunxiao's strength was evenly matched with his own, he attacked without holding back, showing far less restraint.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian suddenly raised his fist and, without flinching, slammed it head-on towards Ling Yunxiao. A loud "bang" resounded as a powerful gust of air erupted from the point where their fists collided, instantly sending dust billowing up. The two then engaged in a thrilling and intense duel, exchanging blows with each strike landing squarely.

Their moves are ever-changing, sometimes as swift and fierce as a sudden storm, and sometimes as graceful and agile as flowing clouds and water. Every move contains boundless power and exquisite skill, dazzling and overwhelming the audience.

Time ticked by, and the fierce battle had lasted for more than half an hour. Both Ling Yunxiao and Yang Jian were panting heavily, but their fighting spirit remained undiminished.

Finally, after another violent collision, the two jumped backward at the same time, regained their balance, and stopped what they were doing.

Ling Yunxiao raised his hands in disbelief and waved them in front of his eyes before looking at Wang Mian and Nezha.

"You all saw it! I just fought Ah Jin to a draw! My current strength is actually enough to fight Ah Jin to a draw! I didn't realize I was this strong..."

"Brother Ling, there are a few things you need to know. First, Yang Jian didn't use divine power; instead, he raised his cultivation level to the Boundless Realm to fight you. Second, Yang Jian didn't use any supernatural abilities or weapons. Most importantly, the God of War Yang Jian always activated the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, summoned the Law of Heaven and Earth, wielded the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, and was accompanied by the Howling Celestial Dog."

Nezha poured a basin of water on Ling Yunxiao's face without any hesitation, and Ling Yunxiao's excited expression visibly turned to disappointment.