I Pick up a Lost Godhood-Chapter 60 - 58: Struck it Rich

With Suo Ming’s explosive roar, he thrust out his Dual Hammers simultaneously. This was a Critical Strike from a Body Cultivator. A practitioner of the Sixteenth Layer unleashing his full power, his spinning hammers looked as if they could pierce the very heavens.

BOOM...

Wang Meng was blown back several yards by the shockwave. He landed gracefully and smiled faintly. "Not a bad foundation."

Suo Ming was still frozen in his invincible, fierce Vajra pose. Upon hearing Wang Meng’s words, he doubled over, gasping for breath as if he’d been holding it for eight lifetimes.

’So tired... so exhausted... I can barely hold my hammers. What the hell is going on?!’

Suo Ming’s wide, bell-like eyes stared at Wang Meng, wishing he could smash him between his Dual Hammers. But his body felt as if it were filled with lead; he couldn’t move a muscle.

As if taunting his very thoughts, Wang Meng leisurely strolled right up to him. If he could just lift his arm and bring down a hammer, that detestable smiling face would vanish from the Small Thousand World forever.

The problem was, even as Suo Ming gritted his teeth hard enough to shatter them, he still... couldn’t lift his own hammers.

Though he exerted all his strength in his mind, in reality, he was completely spent. Wang Meng gave Suo Ming a light tap on the forehead. With his eyes wide like a bull’s, Suo Ming collapsed backward, stiff as a board, not even bending his knees. Lying on the ground, he continued to stare, all his remaining energy focused into that single, unblinking gaze...

When the Hengshan Hall disciples saw Suo Ming’s pale face and the sweat pouring down like rain, they felt a chilling premonition. ’Could it be?’

Sure enough, Suo Ming went down without a fight. An eerie silence fell over Hengshan Hall. ’...Did we lose?’

Mingren suppressed his surprise. "Fifth match, Thunderlight Hall wins. With three wins, one draw, and one loss, they are the victors of this hall battle."

Tang Wei’s expression was terrifyingly dark. If not for the members of Lingyin Hall and Flying Phoenix Hall being present, he might have been tempted to kill them all to silence any witnesses.

"Demon Technique! That’s a Demon Technique! This guy is a demon!"

"Right! Where did this unorthodox brat come from? It’s definitely a Demon Technique!"

It was unclear who shouted first, but the members of Hengshan Hall clung to it like a drowning man to a straw, and the entire group erupted in a clamor.

The shouting seemed to snap Tang Wei out of his stupor. "Ahem, Brother Mingren, you see..."

Tang Wei wasn’t sure if it was a Demon Technique, but the fight was undeniably strange. He was just looking for a way to save face—either fight again or declare the match void so everyone could take back their Spirit Stones. At least then he wouldn’t suffer a loss. The thought of watching so many Spirit Stones walk away was enough to make him cough up blood from anger.

Mingren, of course, knew what Tang Wei was plotting. After so many years as rivals, how could he not understand? It wasn’t as if his Lingyin Hall had ever cared about Hengshan Hall’s opinion, but he had his own doubts as well.

"Destroy this demon!"

"Right! He must be a spy from the Evil or Demon Cultivators!"

A smile touched Wang Meng’s lips. ’Even a fool’s thousandth guess can sometimes be right.’ By some definitions, he was at least half an Evil Cultivator. After all, his Heaven-Defying Godhood was very real.

"Fools will be fools!"

A teasing, somewhat excited voice rang out. The Hengshan Hall disciples immediately shot furious glares in its direction. ’Which little brat doesn’t know his place? We’ll grind him to dust!’

But when they followed the direction of the voice, everyone shut their mouths.

Li Tianyi!

He sauntered out, and indeed, Young Master Li was incredibly excited, because he now knew all his worries had been for nothing.

"To be able to perform a Sword Cultivator’s Wind Silk Traceless to such a degree... you’d be hard-pressed to find more than a handful in the entire Holy Hall. Senior Brother Wang, I’m looking forward to our agreement even more now."

Li Tianyi said.

’Senior... Brother Wang?’ Zhang Xiaopang’s thoughts became a little incoherent. ’Holy shit! To be called that by Li Tianyi... damn! If you think about it, Brother Meng and I are from the same generation. Doesn’t that mean Li Tianyi would have to call me Senior Brother too? Brother Zhang... Master Zhang?’

Zhang Xiaopang became lost in his own fantasy world.

But Li Tianyi’s words had stunned the crowd into submission. There were few who didn’t know who Li Tianyi was. Setting aside his background, Hengshan Hall couldn’t even afford to offend Lingyin Hall, let alone him.

A hint of admiration appeared in Wang Meng’s eyes. ’For this kid to be so calm and composed after his setback, he’s even reached a new level. In terms of talent, he’s even better than I was back in the day.’

"I don’t know anything about Wind Silk Traceless. It’s just a parlor trick," Wang Meng said with a laugh. It truly wasn’t Wind Silk Traceless. If he had tried to use a movement technique like that at the tenth layer, he would’ve been smashed to death with a single hammer blow.

"Excellent! A realm like this is definitely on par with the top ten Sword Cultivators of any hall. Brother Tang, your loss was not unjust. This Suo Ming just has a solid foundation; anyone else would have been severely injured by the backlash of their own power."

Yang Ying also spoke up, sizing up Wang Meng as if trying to see right through him. ’So this is the person Li Tianyi was looking for?’

"Junior Brother Wang, you are truly extraordinary. Please feel free to visit our Flying Phoenix Hall when you have time."

Yang Ying’s proactive invitation made countless onlookers burn with envy. Zhang Liang, in particular, was so jealous he could chew nails. ’If only that were me,’ he thought, ’I’d be smiling even in my sleep.’

"Senior Sister Yang, I’m afraid I can’t. I still have to tend to my fields. I’m very busy," Wang Meng replied with a smile, politely declining.

Beauty may be an invincible weapon against most men, but to Wang Meng, it really meant nothing. The Yang Ying before him was indeed extraordinary, but so what?

He had seen the vast ocean, after all. In this regard, Wang Meng had certainly inherited more from Moo Shan. Compared to beautiful women, he was far more interested in cultivation. Besides, while she was beautiful, she just wasn’t his type.

Yang Ying hadn’t expected to be rejected, and it was clear he wasn’t just being polite. After speaking, it was as if he didn’t even see her anymore.

"Zhang Xiaopang, pack up our things. We should head down the mountain. It’s not safe to travel at night."

Wang Meng said. Zhang Xiaopang immediately shot to his feet. "Right, right! I’m terrified of the dark. Good thing this is the Holy Hall. If this were the Demon Heart Sect, I wouldn’t dare move a step!"

Watching the Little Fatty stuff the dazzling pile of Spirit Stones into a bag, the Hengshan Hall disciples felt their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Tang Wei’s face was cold, but he said nothing. At a time like this, as one of the Nine Heroes of the Holy Hall, he had to maintain his composure, even if it was just an act.

He had probably already torn the Little Fatty to shreds a thousand times in his mind.

"Everyone, we’ll meet again." Wang Meng clasped his hands in a gesture of farewell. This was Hengshan Hall’s territory; even if they wanted to celebrate, they needed to do it elsewhere.

The crowd from Hengshan Hall could only watch helplessly as Thunderlight Hall walked away with their Spirit Stones, their hearts bleeding with every step.

On the ground, Suo Ming struggled to raise a hand, stammering incomprehensibly.

"Haha, Brother Tang, we’ll be taking our leave as well. We’ll see you at the Grand Competition." Mingren clasped his hands. After Wang Meng left, Li Tianyi lost all interest in everyone else, instead contemplating the footwork from the fight, seeming to have gained some insight.

"Brother Tang, I will take my leave as well." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

As the people from Lingyin Hall and Flying Phoenix Hall left one after another, Hengshan Hall seemed even more desolate.

Tang Wei was simmering with pent-up rage. It had always been Hengshan Hall taking advantage of others. To suffer such a huge, public loss in front of so many people was a complete and utter humiliation.

Looking at Suo Ming, still struggling on the ground like a pile of dog crap, Tang Wei’s anger flared uncontrollably.

"Throw him out of Hengshan Hall! I don’t want to ever see him again!"

(The Heat finally won a game. James needs to be more domineering. If you try to do everything perfectly, you’ll accomplish nothing. You gotta be ruthless, gotta bring out the War Axe!)