[Ding!]
[Bragging detected nearby. Congratulations, Host! You have gained Mana 988!]
"This young master was just warming up... If you have the guts, keep up! Rest Door, open!"
He erupted once more, transforming into a beam of light and shooting straight for the heavens.
Wang Xiu watched the retreating figure with a slight smile. He took a single step, and his body blurred into an afterimage before vanishing completely.
「」
"Finally, I've shaken that guy off!" Wu Ming slowed, his complexion slightly pale.
Repeatedly using Emperor Wu's Miraculous Door was too much of a burden for soone of his current Realm. Thankfully, he hadn't lost face. That ant from the Lower Realm had nearly disgraced him, and he had to make him pay the price.
"Eh, Young Master Wu, why have you stopped again? Are you waiting for on purpose? You're too kind!" Wang Xiu's voice reappeared, as persistent as a haunting ghost, making Wu Ming shudder.
To hell with your kindness! Your whole family is kind!
He gritted his teeth, his voice tight. "Hmph! I'm deliberately giving you hope, only to plunge you into despair again and again!"
[Ding!]
[Bragging detected nearby. Congratulations, Host! You have gained Mana 988!]
With that, he erupted forth once more, soaring into the sky.
「」
Wu Ming's complexion grew increasingly pale. With his strength, the heavenly ladder should not have posed a problem if he traveled at a steady pace. However, his continuous use of Emperor Wu's Miraculous Door was taking a heavy toll, as if he had just fought a great battle. Even with his vast Mana, he couldn't hold on for much longer.
"This brat is despicable! If I get the chance, I'll grind his bones to dust..." he seethed. Yet, before he could even recover, that gut-wrenching voice sounded once again.
"Young Master Wu, I'm back!"
"...Heh. Not bad. I admit you've earned the right for to take you seriously, but that's all!"
[Ding!]
[Bragging detected nearby. Congratulations, Host! You have gained Mana 988!]
"Injury Door, open!"
「」
"Young Master Wu, stopped again? Are you tired? Want to take a break?"
"No need! This young master has no limits!"
[Ding!]
[Bragging detected nearby. Congratulations, Host! You have gained Mana 988!]
「」
PFFT!
An unknown amount of ti later, Wu Ming violently spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura weakened, and his face was a ghastly sight. His body could no longer handle the strain of repeatedly activating Emperor Wu's Miraculous Door.
"Oh? Young Master Wu, spitting up blood now? Is this part of your strategy too? Trying to make think you've already lost so I'll let my guard down?" Wang Xiu appeared, as unperturbed as ever, smiling with his hands clasped behind his back.
Wu Ming fell silent. He felt like he was going mad.
Where in the world did this guy co from? Even I can't bear this high-speed chase, yet he acts as if nothing is wrong! No, I can't admit defeat! The reputation of the Wu Clan... I will not be the one to tarnish it!
"Heh heh. The person who can defeat hasn't even been born yet!"
[Ding!]
[Bragging detected nearby. Congratulations, Host! You have gained Mana 988!]
Wu Ming secretly gritted his teeth, swallowed an Elixir, and dashed forward again as his aura recovered sowhat.
The next stretch of the journey was, without a doubt, the darkest path Wu Ming had ever walked in his life as a cultivator. No matter what thods he used—whether popping Elixirs or erupting with secret techniques—Wang Xiu remained inseparable from him, as if they were tied together by an invisible thread.
At first, Wu Ming's heart was still full of fight, and he was unwilling to concede. But eventually, he fell into complete despair. He realized that Wang Xiu was anything but simple; he was terrifyingly mysterious, with an unfathomably strong foundation.
The dynamic had shifted from Wu Ming fleeing with Wang Xiu in pursuit to Wang Xiu herding him forward like livestock.
"Young Master Wu, don't stop now. We're about to reach the island! If you pause and I get there first... you're going to be in a world of hurt!"
"..."
Wu Ming grit his teeth and pressed on, coughing up blood as he charged forward in a truly pathetic state.
"Hurry up, faster! You're too slow, Young Master Wu!"
"AAAARGH!"
"Still too slow! Faster!"
"AAAAAAH! DON'T CO ANY CLOSER!"
「」
Finally, the sky began to change. The sprawling, dilapidated Dragon Island lood ahead.
Wu Ming's eyes lit up as if he were seeing the light of salvation. He wanted to cry but had no tears left. "We're almost there! We're finally almost there!"
This torture is finally about to end!
Just then, a figure shot past him, landing on Dragon Island first.
From his higher vantage point, Wang Xiu looked down at the approaching Wu Ming, a smile on his face that sent a chill down his opponent's spine. "Apologies, Young Master Wu. Thanks for the easy win. According to our wager, the loser... gets to roll all the way back down!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a foot descended in front of Wu Ming's horrified eyes, stomping down hard on his forehead.
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