Tempest of the Battlefield Chapter 439: Rise Of A New God

Chapter 439: Rise Of A New G.o.d

Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

"How...How is this possible!" Qinyue was dumbfounded. She was well aware of the power of the Thunder Blade, more so than most people, since her master had an unwanted connection with its wielder. It was a blade that was capable of cracking open a mountain, but it was stopped so easily by bare hands. She doubted if even an Einherjar would be able to achieve that.

Qinyue snuck a peek at her master, and just as she had expected, Lan Qinyue's eyes were filled with infatuation.

Lan Qinyue was not in awe of Mr. Wannabe's power, but his imposing manner and his dedication to something near his heart. The mystery itself was killing her.

"Who is he?"

Like a b.u.t.terfly, Lan Qinyue's heart fluttered as she plunged into the fire of desire.

There was one last free move left, and Lee Moshan had finally woken up and realized that his opponent was much stronger than he had estimated. It was about time to unleash the killing blow, the full power of the Einherjar.

Light ran down the Thunder Blade's s.h.i.+ny spine, and a thousand thunders appeared in the dead s.p.a.ce. As the dark abyss was being torn apart by the sizzling lightning, the thunder blade cast a blazing light to its surroundings, like a newborn star.

Lee Moshan had altered the primordial force in s.p.a.ce into the lighting element. It was a display of strength to proclaim his owners.h.i.+p of the victory.

This battlefield belonged to him, and so did this world.

Every Einherjar had their specialty elements, and Lee Moshan's was lightning. In some aspects, a fight between two Einherjars was a compet.i.tion for controlling the natural forces. Whoever could control more natural force and turn it into his or her own element was bound to be the winner.

During so many battles in Lee Moshan's life, he had never encountered an opponent who had freely given him the full control of the natural force. Did he not care?

"Father." Li s.h.i.+ming bowed to Li Zhedao, who walked into the room.

Li Zhedao didn't reply. Instead, he stood by the door and watched the live stream quietly. The father and son pair had prepared years for the perfect moment to claim what was rightfully theirs, but w.a.n.g Tong had stopped them cold in their track. Till this day, they still moaned over their losses.

Brilliant light shooting out of the energy stone painted the dark s.p.a.ce where lightning webbed across, forming a magnificent painting that sprawled across the dark velvety background. Lee Moshan's sol reading soared as he tapped deeper into the primordial force.

Across him, Mr. Wannabe looked relaxed. Instead of focusing on his opponent, he gazed at a floating s.p.a.ce city far away as if he were marveling at its scale. Did that structure remind him of his past? Had he lived in a s.p.a.ce city before?

As Mr. Wannabe was absorbed in reflections, the sound and smell of the city came back to him. It was all so painfully familiar.

Before Mr. Wannabe could pull himself out of the memory, his opponent was already right in front of him.

Einherjar's Power, Thunder Blast!

Soaked with the primordial energy, the Thunder Blade glared brighter than the sun as it was hewed at Mr. Wannabe. This attack was so powerful that it could annihilate a fifty million ton wars.h.i.+p.

Still, Mr. Wannabe paid no attention to the attack. He simply extended a finger at the blade and stopped the attack like brus.h.i.+ng away a piece of fallen leaf.

Lee Moshan was shocked. He had never thought that anyone could have countered his ultimate Einherjar attack with only GN force and a finger.

Such power was unprecedented, and it didn't stop there as a new surge of energy kept on pulsing into the finger, one wave stronger than the last.

Mr. Wannabe reluctantly let go of his gaze on the s.p.a.ce city and looked at his opponent. The attack had interrupted his train of thoughts, and awakened him from his intoxicating but painful dream.

The chill in Einherjar Wannabe's eyes made even the other Einherjar's hair stand on their ends. What he had done was outright impossible.

However powerful was the Thunder Blade, it could not push further than Mr. Wannabe's finger. The pulsing energy inside the finger was no any less powerful than all the natural forces combined.

"It's my turn now." Mr. Wannabe said quietly, almost like a murmur. But, the soft words stretched his opponent's nerves, threatening to tear it apart like ripping a wing off an insect.

As Mr. Wannabe pulled his finger back, the built-up energy at the tip of the Thunder Blade gushed forth like a deluge. It was a suicidal move! Such a move would never happen in any other fight, since Mr. Wannabe had to face the danger of being attacked by the sudden release of condensed energy. Even if Lee Moshan wanted to halt the attack, he would have no means to do so. As Lee Moshan was still trying to wrap his mind around the development, Mr. Wannabe had punched at him with a fist. Tightly clenched inside the fist was the power of a small universe. It was not Lee Moshan who Mr. Wannabe was attacking, it was his own destiny.

"KOMM!"

Mr. Wannabe's fist jabbed into the light that surrounded his opponent like a needle into a jar of b.u.t.ter. Nothing could withstand his attack.

There were rumblings, explosions, and then silence. An Einherjar had fallen as a new G.o.d had risen.

Mr. Wannabe heaved a sigh as he could feel his power diminis.h.i.+ng over time. He knew that his time was about to come.

He felt grateful for having met w.a.n.g Tong, for he had given him something he had never had: a family.

It was all worth it!

While thinking, Einherjar Wannabe's body faded into the dark background.

Looking at the thunder blade that had been shattered into pieces, Lee Moshan felt defeated inside out. His beloved blade was gone, along with his pride.

The blow had gravely injured Lee Moshan despite his Einherjar METAL suit. But without it, Lee Moshan would have already been dead.

Perhaps Einherjar Wannabe had purposely allowed him to live, to wear the scar everyday like a dressed up clown in a parade.

Einherjar Wannabe!

Einherjar Wannabe!

Einherjar Wannabe!

The one and ONLY Einherjar Wannabe!

No, he was not a Wannabe. He WAS the Einherjar!

The Ivantians had failed once again, but admittedly, it was the constant failure and rise again that had forged the unbending will of the Ivantian warriors.