Chapter 36

"I'm hitting you now—simply because I feel like it."

If you don't even understand the principle that 'money can't buy what I feel like doing,' how can you even call yourself a powerhouse?

Having said that, he stretched out his hands. With his left, he poured a blood-red Yin Pill from his gourd, while his right hand traced talismans in the void, his fingertips drawing countless seemingly chaotic lines in the air.

Black Spartacus wouldn't know what that was. Most exorcists wouldn't know either.

The so-called Yin Pill refers to the Way of Yellow and Red, also known as the 'Arts of the Bedchamber.'

This Yin Pill was a trophy Qi Xing had obtained after slaying a demoness of the Bliss Sect who had drained tens of thousands of virgins to death; he had sliced open her heart and belly to forcibly extract it.

Seeing this Black man's divine power of creating the world with [censored], he had a sudden inspiration and came up with a strange idea.

After finishing the spell, he chanted: "I possess the Divine Prohibition; I curse the sky to crack, the earth to fissure, the mountains to crumble, the fire to extinguish, and the water to dry up. Let all Qi flow and spread, according to my command—Prohibit!"

As soon as the word 'Prohibit' left his mouth, his voice cracked like thunder, reverberating between heaven and earth. The thick white rain churned violently under the impact of his True Qi.

In an instant, the winds and clouds surged. All the white rain was suppressed and pulled by his True Qi, spiraling backward and converging toward the palm of Qi Xing's outstretched left hand.

The Yin Pill could be seen pulsing with a seductive red light in his palm, like a whore attracting [censored], absorbing the white sludge from heaven and earth.

In the center of the plaza, a windless and rainless zone gradually formed, as if it were the point where Yin and Yang converged between heaven and earth.

Yin and Yang, female and male, movement and stillness, whore and [censored], reached a strange balance here. A windless and rainless epicenter took shape, making the air terrifyingly still.

Qi Xing's spell could not, and could not possibly, completely disperse this rain of [censored] creation. The rain outside was still expanding—but at least there was no rain on the plaza for the moment.

Even Black Spartacus couldn't help but be slightly surprised when faced with this scene, then he grinned: "Impressive. Truly worthy of being called Master Leipu."

This was the spell system Qi Xing was most proficient in besides Thunder Magic: the 'Method of Qi Prohibition'—spells that use True Qi to restrain phenomena.

The word 'Prohibition' here refers to prevention, suppression, and control. A Blade Prohibition can prevent swords from harming people; a Fire Prohibition can prevent fire from igniting. A Tree Prohibition makes trees wither, and a Water Prohibition makes water dry up. The Fire-Avoidance Spell and Water-Avoidance Spell in 'Journey to the West,' which make one immune to water and fire, are actually methods of Qi Prohibition.

Even modern online Xianxia novels still have traces of this cultural content. If anyone is interested, you can try to guess the specifics.

According to Taoist theory, everything in heaven and earth is 'Qi.' Therefore, as long as you have enough Qi and incantations, everything in the world can be constructed and simulated using the Method of Prohibition. A master of the Prohibition Method is a programmer of the Heavenly Dao. One's mouth is like the Heavenly Gate, and one's tongue is like a drawn sword.

Once this spell is cast, the Nine Underworlds kneel and submit, the Eight Desolations kowtow; I hold the Heavenly Dao, and those who oppose it shall have their bodies and souls destroyed!

On the other hand, speaking of Heavenly Dao programmers, Qi Xing couldn't help but think of the idiot Creator God, Samael.

If one speaks nonsense, casts spells recklessly, or writes code blindly, the one who ends up screwed in the end is definitely oneself. His skill configuration was indeed somewhat fated with hers.

But for now, let's not think so much.

The field effect has been cleared, what is there to wait for?

Only battle remains.

Without further nonsense, Qi Xing stepped out of the Association's gate and walked straight toward Black Spartacus in the plaza.

The Black man grinned, displaying his sturdy, bronze-colored muscles, walked down from the throne, and stepped barefoot onto the plaza.

However, what happened next was somewhat unexpected for Qi Xing.

"Gwo Bondye, kenbe m fò!" (Supreme God, grant me strength!)

Accompanied by a shrill chant, Black Spartacus lightly tapped his feet on the ground, his body swaying like a snake. He spun, he leaped, did a somersault in the air, and actually attacked Qi Xing with wild, unrestrained steps!

"Loa guide me, the gods bless me!"

"Thunder roars, flames test!"

"I am the storm, I am the battle!"

"Gods protect me, let me shine brilliantly!"

Wild Black rap burst forth. Although Qi Xing had long seen that he possessed martial arts skills, he hadn't expected his style—to actually be war dance?

His singing echoed in the wind, dancing along with the song; every line of the song corresponded to a Loa (god), and every movement contained divine power, resonating with the white rain of creation still pouring down outside the plaza!

The surrounding Voodoo combatants, although half had been blasted to death by Qi Xing's punch, the remaining ones immediately clapped, struck rings, and stomped on the ground, creating drumbeats like musical instruments, as if they were about to turn the battlefield into a stage for a ritual!

Not daring to be negligent toward the long ritual magic being chanted, Qi Xing backhanded five Thunder Blades, blasting all the remaining moving Voodoo combatants to death in one move.

However, this Black Spartacus truly didn't care about his subordinates' lives at all. In a flash, he had swayed in front of Qi Xing, did a somersault, thrust his hands into the ground, and gripped the earth tightly.

"Bato! Bato! Wrath of the Earth!"

Handstanding and gripping the earth, his kicking motion was like a collapsing mountain, falling straight toward Qi Xing's face!

Rumble!

At this moment, the god he was praising was Bato, the Loa of earthquakes, possessing the fury to break through all obstacles. That leg strength was like drawing a torrent of lava from the depths of the earth, possessing infinite power and dragging a long sonic boom through the air!

Qi Xing didn't understand Voodoo mythology, but he could guess seven-tenths of it by intuition; he raised his hand to parry—but Black Spartacus's kick came too fiercely, unstoppable! The kick drew a stunning arc in the air, bringing the explosion of air and the roar of the earth, slamming fiercely into Qi Xing's defense!

Every inch of the ground beneath their feet seemed to be responding to this power at this moment; the vibrations on the ground made it almost impossible to stand still. It was as if the entire ground was churning and shaking for this single blow!

In an instant, Qi Xing realized that this was not a move he should foolishly take head-on. Black Spartacus's unbelievable handstand kick was simply too powerful.

Fortunately, Qi Xing was faster than him!

At the critical moment, he kicked off the ground, his figure exploding outward, fast as a stream of light, and in an instant, he had circled behind Black Spartacus. His punch was just as swift and fierce, each strike carrying the force of ten thousand refinements, like thunder striking the earth.

The Black man took Qi Xing's punch head-on with his solid trapezius muscles, laughed wildly, pushed off the ground with his hands, and his figure flew and tumbled in the air.

"I am Shango, I am the storm!"

His lyrics changed, and his divine power changed, becoming more primitive, wild, and violent; his leg shadows were like a continuous storm of wind and rain. He was no longer Bato, but Shango, the god of thunder and hunting in West African Yoruba mythology!

He clapped his hands, his legs leaped rapidly, and when he stepped on the ground, his 'Thunder Feet' violently brought lightning down upon Qi Xing!

—Fortunately, no matter what god you are, using lightning against Qi Xing is still underestimating him. He caught the lightning the Black man struck with his bare hands and backhanded a punch, blasting the opponent back.

But this battle was still not easy to fight.

Every move Black Spartacus made corresponded with the singing from his mouth. It was as if he was offering a sacrifice to the Loa gods through song, dance, and combat; it was both powerful and bizarre—most importantly, Qi Xing had no idea what these niche African gods were, and could not make judgments in advance.

Qi Xing unfolded his movement technique, weaving through the gaps in these moves like a dragon. He blasted dozens of punches onto the Black man, dismantling over a hundred moves back and forth, but he always felt the damage he dealt was wrong, and the force was stranger than usual.

This battle caused the earth to shake incessantly, and the sky to thunder and crackle with electricity. Every time they clashed, shockwaves like high-energy bombs spread out. Every time they engaged, they stirred up violent airwaves, grinding the buildings around the plaza into powder.

The exorcists of the Association felt as if they had been suddenly thrown into a World War battlefield. They peeked out from behind wall bunkers to watch—fortunately, the walls of the Association headquarters had been reinforced by alchemists and priests.

But at this moment, their dynamic vision could no longer keep up with the speed of the battle between human immortals and gods; they could only see the two figures colliding from time to time, their fists and feet too fast for the naked eye to discern, leaving only two afterimages constantly crossing, the sounds of collision resounding through heaven and earth.

Is this the battle of powerhouses?!

Meanwhile, Qi Xing had already realized three things during this battle.

First, what that old Yoruba African priest said is probably wrong. The power of the silver coin of Black Spartacus, his mythological archetype, shouldn't just be an African creator god.

Because the divine power he unleashed is just too much! Every single one of his moves seems to be from a different African god!

Second, since Black Spartacus has yet to reveal his true mythological archetype, it is very likely that he hasn't shown his full strength. Given this, if Qi Xing only uses his own cultivation, he will likely find it hard to win.

Is this what a true Silver Coin Messenger is? Holding one-thirtieth of the universe administrator's authority, they are truly chaotic evil gods among mortals, they are demon kings.

As the saying goes, in a fight, whoever runs out of trump cards first loses. Qi Xing has yet to use his silver coin, and he still has three ultimate moves of his Thunder Fighting Technique unused. So, at a time like this, which trump card should he use first?

Some might say that the silver coin is the strongest trump card and should be saved for the end, but Qi Xing doesn't think so.

Because kung fu is something Qi Xing cultivated himself. The silver coin, on the other hand, is just an external object, isn't it? How can he entrust his final trump card to an external object of unknown origin?

So third, even though Qi Xing is still wary of the power of the silver coin, it's probably time to use it now.

No sooner said than done! Just as Black Spartacus was chanting a new war song, transforming into an African god of war—Qi Xing retreated sharply, quickly putting some distance between them.

The first silver coin was already spinning in Qi Xing's hand.

Black Spartacus stopped immediately, not pursuing him. He was waiting.

He saw the silver coin in Qi Xing's hand transform into a golden curved blade, flowing with the radiance of the sun, inscribed with hymns in hieroglyphics, symbolizing power and destiny, bearing the glory of an ancient god-king.

This was an Egyptian Khopesh.

Was Qi Xing going to use this sword to hack at Black Spartacus? He could actually do that, but not this time.

Since he was going to use it, and it was his first time using it in actual combat, he might as well go all out—use a bit more and let everyone see!

Qi Xing raised the sword high above his head and twisted his wrist. The blade sliced through the air, outlining a fiercely burning halo in the night sky. The golden solar fire immediately flowed along the sword's trail, and the halo expanded instantly. It soared into the air like a raging inferno, enveloping his entire body!

In an instant, pieces of armor emerged from the raging flames as if cast from molten iron, covering his entire body along the intersecting trajectories of light. Every inch of metal was engraved with ancient inscriptions, heavy and majestic, and a helmet resembling a bone mask coalesced from the fire, covering Qi Xing's face. His hollow eyes flickered with deep green light, as if an ancient soul had been resurrected.

The Khopesh in his hand also changed, transforming into a massive scythe with a blade spitting golden flames.

"Impressive." Although he had long expected this, Black Spartacus couldn't help but grin when he saw Qi Xing's current form and power. "A transformation hero? Very cool."

Qi Xing didn't respond to him directly. Accompanied by the firelight, he looked down at his hands, feeling the surging divine power within his body, and heard the Loli Evil God's chuckle in his ear, along with fighting spirit surging like a tide.

He swung the scythe gently, the sharp blade slicing through the air, golden light falling like a meteor, burning the darkness.

At this moment, he finally understood why Black Spartacus so unabashedly expressed his disdain for other mortals (whether his own subordinates or exorcists).

From this moment on, he was truly no longer a mortal.

040: Unreasonable

This feeling is really hard to describe.

Behind the towering window frames of the Association headquarters, Sister Elaine gripped the cross on her chest, her eyes reflecting the mythological battle in the plaza.

Thunder, gales, incantations, and fire intertwined, tearing the heavens and the earth apart.

The battle had surpassed the dynamic vision of mortals, so fast that it was dizzying. It seemed as if nothing remained between heaven and earth but streaks of afterimages and deafening roars.

Boom! The air was bursting, the ground was collapsing, all were wailing. Yet she couldn't even clearly see their movements, only able to see a streak of lightning and a violent black shadow constantly intersecting, sometimes colliding, sometimes separating. Every clash triggered shockwaves, tearing deep, bottomless fissures into the ground.

When true peerless powerhouses fight, even their aura and shockwaves are enough to destroy everything around them and affect the weak nearby.

Elaine could only see that both sides' immortal energy and divine power were overflowing from their bodies, forming almost clearly visible phantoms.

Master Leipu's thunder and fighting spirit intertwined, his internal energy shooting straight into the sky, illuminating the dark night, reaching towards the heavens. It could be seen from at least a ten-mile radius, the massive pillar of lightning incomparably dazzling. The air between heaven and earth seemed to be ignited by the current, trembling in his rage.

Black Spartacus's divine power, however, was of a different style. Light erupted from within him, like a surging torrent tearing through the air, rushing towards the firmament. But it wasn't ordinary, straightforward light; instead, it twisted and swayed incessantly in the night sky, churning with strange, intertwined golden, blue, and purple radiance, constantly changing into various forms, like the churning waves of the sea.

His aura was powerful enough to erode reality.

Was this really a form of divine power originating from the primitive mythology of the West African Fon people? Elaine always felt something was not quite right.

But on the other hand, she ultimately couldn't see the specific process of this battle very clearly. She could only see a ball of lightning suddenly explode, followed by the two figures suddenly separating.

She saw Qi Xing pull away at an incredible speed, the silver coin turning into a sword, tracing a circle above his head.

She saw a golden light like flowing water envelop Qi Xing's entire body, and everyone's vision was filled with dazzling radiance. When the light dissipated, Qi Xing had completely changed his appearance.

Dazzling golden armor shimmered under the moonlight; the entire suit of armor was carved with intricate patterns, and its surface was inlaid with skulls, exuding a majesty of death and holiness.

His head was now covered by a bone mask, with a golden cross carved onto it, resembling the crown of the King of the Dead, and he held a large scythe in his hand.

This entire outfit, from head to toe, was obviously designed by the Loli Evil God Samael herself. It fully showcased the aesthetic of this absurd world's creator.

Just seeing this armor and the giant scythe made Elaine feel very uncomfortable. That golden armor was not purely glorious, but carried a hint of eerie chill, like glory carrying a curse, like an eternal idol on an altar, with hollow skull eyes gazing at the mortal world.

Why a scythe? Because it was supposed to be a scythe. Osiris is both a god of plants and agriculture, and even more so, a god of the underworld. It is only natural for an agricultural god and a god of death to use a scythe as a divine artifact.

Moreover, the allusions regarding the scythe don't stop there.

The other exorcists hiding in the Association were now watching this mythological battle between Rep-Man and Black Spartacus from afar.

"Rep-Man's new ability is actually also a mythological-level power… As expected, he is at least at the [7=4 (Master)] grade… Perhaps even higher."

"What is this thing? A secret treasure of the Holy See?"

"'I looked, and there before me was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one like a son of man with a crown of gold on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand.' This is the Book of Revelation."

The exorcists whispered to each other, their excited discussion unable to stop.

On one hand, the outcome of this battle would likely determine their life or death;

On the other hand… honestly, with two such strong, powerful, and domineering big guys fighting, it's hard for anyone not to want to see it with their own eyes.

So exciting, so exciting! Being a spectator is perhaps a nature engraved in the bones of humanity.

However, what troubled Elaine the most was precisely this part—the part about being unable to do anything.

Others seemed satisfied with just watching from the sidelines, or providing some help to their side's powerhouse as much as possible. But Elaine felt very troubled by this.

Others were fighting to save the world, fighting on a level far higher than hers, like thunder and lightning in the sky—while she was hiding in the basement, only able to hope for the end of the storm.

She didn't like this.

Meanwhile—