Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

It was not very difficult to communicate with the boy carrying the large saber. Although the language was different, some basic information communication was still possible - this was also one of the strengths of this boy in his eyes. Although he looked a bit stupid, his comprehension ability was very strong.    

When they fought, he could also tell that this brat must have learned from the powerhouse who left a scar on the city wall. This made him very happy.    

Killing this kid without using his full strength wasn't because he didn't respect this kid, but because he took care of his juniors. He could see that... If he was given another few decades, this brat might be able to grow to the point where he could slash the city walls with his saber. Then let this kid grow. Wait until he became a powerhouse that could rival him, then come and fight him.    

In his view, the more powerhouses, the better.    

After all, it was always lonely to have no opponents.    

And after that, this kid's performance proved that this kid had a warrior's heart. He had clearly been beaten to the point of paralysis, yet he was still craving for battle. This made him feel that his judgment was becoming more and more accurate.    

But... this brat could not die for no reason. He still planned to wait for this brat to grow up and fight one more time, so as to verify the insights of both parties on the path of martial arts. If this brat was seriously injured and went to fight and ended up being killed, wouldn't he lose another opponent?    

However, following this brat carrying a large saber, he finally understood how lucky he was recently.    

Although he had never seen that fiendgod-like armored man before, he was very familiar with that aura.    

That was something he would dream of every night.    

Teacher, is that you?    

But... who is the one confronting teacher? It seems like he isn't weak either. He should be stronger than those self-proclaimed gods.    

However, that was all he could do.    

He stepped forward and raised his greatsword. With a single stab, he pierced through the white-haired old man's body. Then, with a swing of his greatsword, he sliced open the old man's head.    

Er... He didn't even know how to fight back? So weak?    

He felt a little awkward. This old man who seemed to be quite strong was so weak that it was beyond his imagination. It was a little too easy to deal with him.    

Furthermore...    

Looking at the black light that pounced onto his teacher's body and his teacher's right hand that was beginning to make strange movements, he felt even more embarrassed.    

It was as if he had caused some trouble for his teacher... However, he couldn't care less.    

He solemnly saluted his teacher, who he hadn't seen for a long time.    

"Hello, teacher."    

Do you know how much I want to fight you?    

He knew that he was not taking advantage of others. Teacher's martial arts was not that simple. Although the thing in front of him was not the huge Six Legged Beast, but a majestic armor - moreover, there seemed to be some problems with this armor. However, this wouldn't affect his teacher's performance.    

He had already lost his opponent in his dream. In his imagination, he had fought with his teacher countless times. However, every single time, he would end up being split in half by those sharp limbs.    

Just that back then, his teacher was already so powerful... Then what about now?    

Just like how he had grown from the defeated general back then to his current state, the teacher would definitely not stay in place.    

After inheriting his teacher's martial arts, he knew very well that this path was very difficult. Stopping was equivalent to failure, and failure was even harsher than death. And as the teacher who taught him all of this, he was clearly clearer about all of this than his disciple.    

He could tell that his teacher didn't really want to fight him. But it didn't matter. It was enough that he wanted to fight.    

He definitely couldn't let go of this opportunity to fight with his teacher. God knows when the next time he would meet his teacher. He couldn't wait that long.    

"Roar!"    

The majestic armor let out a roar.    

Hearing this inhuman roar, he felt a lot more at ease.    

As expected, his teacher did not find a reason to avoid his challenge... This was the best way to avoid making everyone feel awkward.    

After all, this time, he had to make a move no matter what.    

Because he had been waiting for this day for too long.    

The peerless human experts, the high and mighty gods, even the sea, mountains, fierce winds and raging flames, and ice were all defeated by his hands.    

The road ahead is long, where should I go?    

Teacher...    

He raised the sword in his hand.    

Tell me.    

In his line of sight, that majestic armor directly broke his right arm that did not listen to his commands, and picked up half of the spear shaft from the ground.    

Looking at that half spear shaft, he did his best to suppress his excitement.    

He was very clear that this half of the spear shaft was not because his teacher looked down on him, but because he had finally become an opponent worthy of using a weapon in his teacher's eyes.    

Even if it was just a half of the wooden spear, in the hands of existences like them, it would still be a terrifying killing weapon.    

So teacher actually values me so much?    

Raising his sword high, he charged straight towards that majestic armor.    

He knew very well that his little tricks were meaningless to teacher. Only by charging forward would he have a chance to win.    

Teacher, I'll let you see the results of my many years of cultivation...    

"Thump!"    

With a dull thud, he flew backwards and fell in the middle of the corpses that littered the ground.    

Looking at the majestic armor that held half of the spear shaft, he felt that he had understood something.    

Is that so...    

Facing the teacher who he had not seen for a long time, he threw out the large sword in his hand.    

I understand.    

He closed his eyes.    

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Du Kang did not know what his cheap disciple had understood. He only knew that it was not nice for him to stab Johnson with the spear's length advantage.    

Fortunately, the spear was only made of wood, and he had used his strength leisurely. According to Johnson's beast-like physique, he would at most be able to lie on the ground for a while, and not really stab to death.    

Feeling the strong wind that was coming at him, Du Kang reached out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the big sword.    

Looking at Johnson who was lying on the ground and breathing heavily, Du Kang was stunned.    

He didn't want this sword anymore?    

In Du Kang's eyes, Johnson slowly closed his eyes.    

It was good that he did not want it anymore. Coincidentally, he had not found the eighth piece of work that he had lost. He could use it to deliver the goods even if he changed the sword.    

As for the day when Johnson still wanted a sword... he could just use one of his limbs to make a sword for him. In any case, weapons were consumables. If he used it for too long, it would be time to change it.    

He didn't pay attention to the man who was crying on the ground while being pressed by the giant civet cat not far away. Du Kang picked up the sickle that had been changed into a different shape, then controlled the gravity well to fly towards his original body.    

Once the number was gathered, it was time to quickly deliver the goods. He couldn't let those shrimp people wait for too long.    

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On the grassland in the north, Lu Diao, whom Du Kang had forgotten, was still fighting with the barbarians.    

Lu Diao, who had become a muscular man because he carried too many weapons on his back every day, was now showing off in a nomadic tribe.    

"Hahaha!" Riding on a majestic horse, Lu Diao waved his spear and laughed wildly. "I am Ding Yuan Hou!"    

"Come at me if you dare!"