King's Awakening-Chapter 735 - : The God of Heaven War’s Death Battle

Chapter 735: Chapter 735: The God of Heaven War’s Death Battle

Just as White Mitchell rushed to the scene, the situation on the War God’s side had become precarious.

The War God was now being heavily besieged by the experts of the Heavenly Dragon City.

Although he had killed a few of them, faced with the experts of the Heavenly Dragon City, the War God was already in a state of total physical and mental exhaustion.

Now, he was barely sustaining himself with a shred of consciousness.

“You have nowhere left to run. Surrender now.” The leader of the Heavenly Dragon City spoke with utter disdain.

“Bah!”

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The War God stood up, holding his war blade, and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

“You’ve led yourself into a dead end. Just tell us who has the Spirit Pill, and we might grant you a quick death. Otherwise, none will be spared!” said the ferocious leader of the Heavenly Dragon City.

The War God sneered. The Spirit Pill was not in his possession; he was merely responsible for leading the pursuers away.

Now, he had stalled for almost enough time.

What a pity, he could not stall for more time.

“Taking one down with me is worth it, two, and I make a profit!” The War God declared vehemently.

“Stubborn fool, kill him!” At the leader’s command, an onslaught commenced.

The War God gritted his teeth and pounced on the leader, war-blade in hand. So quick as lightning and swift as a storm, he dodged an expert’s attack, vaulted, and with a blade as quick as lightning, aiming at the leader’s body.

The leader of the Heavenly Dragon City’s eyes widened in surprise, he had not expected the War God to have the strength and courage to launch such a counterattack. He sidestepped quickly to avoid the War God’s attack, but the blade grazed his cheek, and blood instantly soaked his pale face.

The War God did not give up; he exerted all his strength. At this moment, he has no way out and could only fight back gallantly.

He attacked like a raging storm, his attacks were unmatched in ferocity. The power of his blade was extraordinary, and each hit carrried a bone-chilling coldness. After what seemed like forever, the ground around him was littered with fallen experts, and his clothes soaked with their blood—a horrific scene.

However, the War God was now at the brink of exhaustion. His movements were becoming sluggish, his breaths ragged – it was clear he was already at his limits.

Seeing this, the leader of the Heavenly Dragon City sneered and launched a relentless counterattack. He quickly charged at the War God, swinging his giant sword at his chest. The War God’s eyes widened as he used his last ounce of strength to lift his long blade and block the sword. The moment the weapons clashed, a deafening noise erupted.

The enormous impact sent the War God flying and crashing onto the ground. Blood spurted out – his body had been injured by the Sword Qi, and the wound was deep enough to reveal bone. The War God struggled to stand, but his strength was nearly drained, and his body was unstable.

The leader of the Heavenly Dragon City didn’t afford him any respite. He moved in quickly again, and his giant sword turned into a beam of golden light, aimed straight at the War God’s heart. The War God strained to raise his blade, hoping to block the attack, but his movement was too sluggish and the giant sword was already near.

The God of Heaven War’s gaze stiffened, and he immediately tried to dodge.

Yet, at this moment, his body was no longer capable of heeding his thoughts.

Even though he attempted to evade, he was still sliced across his shoulder by the massive sword, leaving behind a ferocious wound.

With a thud, the God of Heaven War was knocked off his feet, coughing up large amounts of blood.

At this moment, the already strained God of Heaven War, after experiencing such a severe hit, found his consciousness getting increasingly blurred.

As his vision blurred, the landscape in front of him began to shift as well.

A vast expanse of land appeared before his eyes.

On this expansive land, lush greenery stretched out to the horizon. A boundless grassland lay before him, like a green carpet unfurling across the Earth’s heart. Sunlight poured through the blue sky, casting a golden halo over the prairie, inviting a sense of boundless joy and freedom.

The grasses on the prairie were luxuriant and thriving, like a vast green ocean. The grass rustled with the gentle breeze, creating rolling waves of greenery, transitioning from light green to deep green, as if it was a painting of vitality. Off in the distance, these grassy areas combined to form wave-like green oceans that seemed to stretch indefinitely to the ends of the earth.

The prairie was teeming with all sorts of wildflowers, freely swaying in the air, dropping bunches of colorful petals. Red poppies, yellow dandelions, and purple lavenders made up a series of splendidly colorful seas of flowers. Bugs navigated through the flowers, sucking the nectar from the stamens, carefreely enjoying this beautiful blooming moment.

The sky above the grassland was a deep blue, sprawling endlessly. Clouds floated leisurely across the sky, some looking like fluffy cotton candy, others like soft sheep. Through the gaps in the clouds, sunlight streamed down, warmly illuminating the earth. The white clouds drifted under the clear blue sky, forming countless intriguing shapes, like an infinite painting, immersing one entirely.

Birds soared over the prairie, leaving beautiful arcs in the sky, filling the air with their crisp songs. Joyful small birds, flying freely in the air with their wings spread wide, incessantly chirping. They hopped about in droves against the sky like clusters of black clouds, ever-changing. The sound of the birds’ cheery singing echoed across the prairie, pleasing to the ears, entrancing anyone who heard it.

The prairie was home to an abundant variety of animals. Herds of cattle grazed leisurely on the fresh green grass, peaceful and serene. Large flocks of white sheep ran about, swift as the wind, agile and free. Rabbits darted through the grass with dexterity and agility, periodically pausing to observe their surroundings. The creatures of the prairie coexisted in harmony, depending on each other, relishing in the gifts of nature.

The wind on the prairie was slightly cool and refreshing. A gentle breeze on the face brought with it a strong fragrance of flowers, while the grass swayed with the wind, producing a subtle rustling sound. This gentle wind caressed the earth, grass, and wildflowers as a mother would lightly stroke her child’s cheek, tender and accommodating. The small creatures on these grasslands also felt the brushes of the wind; they detected the scent of vegetation in the air, peeking their heads out, curiously looking around.

The nights on the grassland were beautiful and mystical. The sky was sprinkled with countless stars, their twinkling lights shining bright like shimmering specks of light, gleaming splendidly. The moon hung high in the sky, shedding a tranquil glow that illuminated the vast landscape. The mysterious atmosphere permeated the prairie at night, as if stories were about to unfold there. The unique bird calls, insect chants, and the panting of beasts echoed among the valleys, all sorts of creatures were leading their nocturnal lives in the darkness.

The grassland, a gift from nature, was an excellent place for people to visit and enjoy. In this ocean of greenery, it seemed people could distance themselves from the turmoil of the world, their souls soaring in tranquility. The grassland was not only a mirror reflecting the earth, bearing the traces of time but also the heart of the earth, transmitting the pulse of life. Standing amidst this ocean of greenery, one could feel the power of nature and the vitality of life.

The scenery of the grassland was like a magnificent painting that lent itself to languishing. Walking on the lush green grass, every step felt solid and comfortable, as if melted into the embrace of nature. The gentle breeze brushed against the face, bringing a fresh breath, invigorating the senses.

The soil on the grassland was fertile and abundant, nurturing a variety of wild vegetables, and fruits. Wild vegetables were as green as sticky rice, dripping with freshness; fruits were juicy and plump. Walking into the grassland and tasting the flavors cultivated by nature, people could fully enjoy the pleasure of good food.

The grassland was also the habitat for various animals. Lions idly lay on the grass, their golden manes shimmering in the sunlight, their eyes as sharp as lightning, exuding an inviolable dignity. Cheetahs sprinted swiftly, leaving beautiful arcs on the ground, demonstrating the perfect combination of speed and power. The animals on the grassland coexisted harmoniously, safeguarding this vast land.

As night fell, the starry sky over the grassland was exceptionally bright. Thousands of stars twinkling with faint light illuminated the grassland as if it were daylight. Meanwhile, shooting stars flickered faintly between the gaps among the multitude of stars, crossing the night sky, bringing countless beautiful wishes. The night on the grassland was quiet and peaceful, as if the earth had entered a moment of contemplation and purification.

The grassland was full of life’s vigour and vitality, together with the earth, they formed this beautiful home. People here could feel the greatness and uniqueness of nature, as well as the harmonious coexistence between humans and nature. The scenic beauty of the grassland reminds us at all times to cherish natural resources and protect the ecological environment. In the embrace of the grassland, people and nature become one, experiencing the power and beauty of life.

This is the home of the God of Heaven War.

However, the beautiful image was ephemeral; the intrusion of a group of uninvited guests shattered this beauty.

A troop of people adorned in hunter attire appeared at the edge of the grasslands, each bearing various weapons, as if they had stepped onto a battlefield. Their unexpected arrival set the small animals on the prairie on edge, causing them to scurry into the grasses.

The hunters bore no regard for their surroundings. In their hands were long spears, bows, and a variety of hunting tools. Their practiced posture carved a stark, sharp contrast against the serenity of the prairie. Their gazes were resolute and faces indifferent, as though every corner of the plains was merely their hunting ground.

With the appearance of a single gesture, the battle of the hunt began. They spread across the prairie, tirelessly scouring for game. The hidden animals felt an unprecedented tension, observing the every move of these hunters, desperately seeking safe spots. Yet, the hunters cunningly laid traps on every inch of the grasslands.

Suddenly, a dull gunshot echoed, followed by a mournful animal howl reverberating through the plains, then another. These successive sounds plunged the surroundings into a terrible state of tension. Accompanied by the roar of the hunters, the creatures of the plains scattered in all directions, the expertly set traps ensnaring several innocent animals.

The sound of the chase saturated the grasslands, filling every corner. Beasts raced ceaselessly, their speed reeking of desperation as they traversed the endless prairie. But no matter how hard they strived to escape, the shackles of fate hung around their necks.

As time passed, the hunters showcased their unrivaled skill and courage. They shot calmly and precisely, each bullet accurately hitting the target. A pungent odor of blood permeated the grasslands while death spread incessantly. Every whimper of the wounded beasts stirred feelings of compassion, yet the hunters had long grown apathetic.

Sudden flashes of lightening trailing a lucky creature who escaped the hunters’ pursuit appeared sporadically on the prairie. It dashed anxiously, desperately seeking a place to take refuge. Unfortunately, the hunters had already marked the boundary of the plains – this prairie was their hunting ground from the start, no creature could escape.

The destructive game of plunder continued, the beastly instincts of the hunters fully stimulated, attacking ruthlessly for their own lives, cost be damned. Simultaneously, the prairie beasts refused to back down, patiently striking back, drawing a line in front of the hunters.

At last, the scorching sun set behind the hills, the crimson twilight washing over the plains. A profound dusk descended, the animals of the grasslands exhausted and helpless. Once, they were the rulers charging freely; today, they were captives on these grasslands. Their gazes helplessly watched the hunters disappear from sight, their fate growing dimmer as the darkness stretched onward.

Finally, the chaos on the prairie receded, stars of the night sky shining brightly on the ravaged land. They bore witness to the fear and despair brought by the hunters, and to the beauty and freedom this prairie once held.

However, after the hunters’ cruelty, no trace of the vitality and life this prairie once held could be found. They were merely temporary prey of the hunters, seen as devoid of the dignity and pride they once held. The tranquility of the prairie was torn asunder, never to regain its prior peace.

The young God of Heaven War, witnessing the ruin of his home, could bear it no more.

He swung his fist, engaging the hunters in a life and death battle.

Even wounded all over, he didn’t retreat.

His flesh and blood, pierced by the hunters’ blades, heartbreaking wounds covering his body, but the young God of Heaven War didn’t flinch. He swung his fists, fighting back with a wild and defiant strength. Each punch exploded like thunder, carrying the power to demolish everything.

Above, thunder cracked, and a gale sprang up. It was as if the earth was feeling his rage. A formidable aura emanated from him, seeming as imposing as a resurrected War God. His eyes flared with a sharp killing intent, as if his anger was materializing into a force with the potential to annihilate everything.

The hunters stared in terror at the youth in front of them. Although they were experienced warriors, they felt helpless facing this terrifying force. They desperately resisted, but they couldn’t shake the youth’s resolve.

“You will never destroy my home!” The youth shouted at the top of his voice, resonating throughout the battlefield, as if it would pierce the sky.

His fists destroying everything, the power instilling fear in the enemy growing stronger. His stature seemed taller, integrating with heaven and earth. His motions were getting faster, like a true War God, wielding an endless power.

The hunters were scattering, no longer underestimating the youth. They saw an unstoppable War God.

The youth’s gaze was locked onto the leader-level hunter. The towering figure, holding a massive hunting knife, emitted such a formidable aura that it caused palpitations of terror.

Their eyes met, sparking tension. Their powerful confrontation was like a collision between thunder and gale winds. The youth’s fists turned into flames of fury, while the hunter’s hunting knife cut through the air like a sharp blade.

The youth no longer spoke, responding only with action. His fist came crushing down, carrying the destructive force of shattering everything. The hunter’s hunting knife was not weak in comparison; its light flashed, carrying an aura of death with each appearance.

When the fist and the knife clashed, the air erupted with heat. Their movements became faster, their techniques more ruthless. Time seemed to freeze in the moment of battle, as if the world was fighting for them.

In the midst of the illusion, the youth grew taller, fusing his aura with the earth, integrating with everything on the battlefield. His power increasingly grew, each strike akin to an earthquake.

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Finally, with one punch, the youth sent the hunter’s knife flying, and then blasted him dozens of meters away with another swing of his fists. The youth stood amidst the debris, bathed in the light of victory.

The thunder in the sky faded, the winds subsided, and a peaceful silence enveloped this land ravaged by war.

The youth scanned around. His homeland was still lying vulnerable on the ground. Looking up at the sky, he resolved to forever protect this land and the people of his homeland. In his eyes, there was anger, as well as perseverance.

On leaving, the young God of Heaven War vowed no longer to be youthful; he was now also known as the Guardian. He would return to his homeland to face the destroyers and defend his faith.

His fists were always clenched, shaking the entire earth. He was determined to guard this land with unyielding passion. For the innocent people, for the dignity of their homeland, he was prepared to become an undying hero.

The young God of Heaven War had risen. His fists were bound to guard and protect, to fight for his homeland!

Finally, he won.

The group of hunters were driven out of the prairies.

However, things were far from settled.

Soon, the hunters regrouped and returned.

Outnumbered, the God of Heaven War was blamed as a murderer.

The prairie folks, unable to bear to see him thrown into prison, sacrificed their lives compelling the God of Heaven War to leave.

Eventually, the God of Heaven War wandered into a distant place and met White Mitchell, who would change the course of his life.

White Mitchell taught him martial arts skills, accompanied him back to the prairie to clear his name of the past charges.

Most importantly, he taught him a principle: there can be no home without a nation!