Chapter 458 - The Depressed Elder Hu
Chapter 458 of "MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again" kicks off with action-packed scenes: Chapter 458: Chapter 212: The Depressed Elder Hu"Elder, Tuku has entered the second challenge again."... Discover more!
Chapter 458: Chapter 212: The Depressed Elder Hu"Elder, Tuku has entered the second challenge again." In a pavilion thousands of miles away from the second challenge, this was not the first time that Elder Hu heard this report, his mouth involuntarily twitched, and then he asked again, "Any news about that girl?"
The temple disciple shook his head with a wry smile, "No."
Elder Huâs face darkened, "What are you monks fed for if not to do your job?! How can a person just disappear within the Path of Strength?"
Seeing Hu Congâan losing his temper, the temple disciple asked quietly, "Elder, could that girl have been sent out of the Path of Strength by Lu Hong long ago?"
"Impossible," Elder Hu immediately denied, "I had someone guarding the exit very early on, every person coming in and out must be subject to strict scrutiny, that girl is definitely still within the divine path. Continue to
"Ah?" Hu Congâan was shocked. "Donât scare me!" Being the most recent and weakest in the temple, with equally poor character, he knew very little of the templeâs secrets.
"Then why did the Hall Master ask me to search secretly?"
In response to Hu Congâanâs question, Elder Qin laughed, "To call you foolish would be an understatement. If the Hall Master really wanted to search covertly, she would never entrust this task to you, but would have the Hidden Hall disciples take action. Since it was entrusted to you and allowed you to freely dispatch disciples, itâs meant to be seen by the other temples."
"Arenât you afraid theyâll snatch her away?" Hu Congâan did not believe it.
"Snatch?" Elder Qin chuckled, "This is the Power of Strength Path. Who could snatch a person from our Power of Strength Templeâs Hall Master?"
It was then that Hu Congâan suddenly realized, and he smacked his thigh, "Oh! Brother Qin, a word from you is worth a thousand! I see the light, Iâll do as you say!"
Elder Qin was very pleased with the otherâs performance. Looking around and seeing no one else, he then asked in a low voice, "Could you possibly reveal a bit about that girlâs identity?"
"This... Well..." Having just gained favor, Hu Congâan found it hard to refuse outright.
"Donât worry, I absolutely wonât leak it. Besides, I have friends in other temples too. If I really want to find out, I just need to put in a bit more effort, and it wonât be considered your leak."
"Alright then." Hu Congâan nodded, raised his hand to release a soundproof barrier, and then confidently said, "Four months ago, at three thousand leagues outside the first trial, there was a descent of the Heavenly Godâs will, and it was from the Holy Light system. Achieving such Divine Favor must be the remnants who escaped from the Golden Temple. Hence the Hall Master asked me to find this girl and bring her back."
"Indeed." Elder Qin inwardly trembled with the revelation but outwardly appeared nonchalant, as if he had already guessed it.
"You are smart, Brother Qin. So you had guessed all along." Hu Congâan laughed obsequiously, although deep down he was full of disdain.
While the two elders of the Power of Strength Path chatted, Lu Hong was struggling fiercely within the second trial.
After four months of battling at the edge of life and death, Lu Hongâs combat skills had leaped qualitatively, and his reaction speed had been greatly enhanced.
From being unable to see the copyâs movements at first, to now being able to handle them with ease, this progress would bring him absolute dominance in future battles.
Although his reactions had improved, Lu Hong still did not dare to confront his copy head-on, for the otherâs strength was unimaginable.
After dodging a flurry of punches from the copy, Lu Hong seized the opportunity to make his first counterattack in four months.
A kick to the copyâs abdomen, like kicking a steel plate, the enormous recoil shattered the bones in Lu Hongâs leg. Suppressing the intense pain, he quickly retreated.
But the copy did not give him a chance, grabbed Lu Hongâs ankle, and with brute force crushed it effortlessly, dragging Lu Hong back.
As the copyâs left fist clenched and aimed at his chest, Lu Hong gritted his teeth and crossed his hands to protect it.
The next second, the copyâs fist shattered his hand bones, and Lu Hongâs chest caved in once more, sending him flying out of the trial like a cannonball.
Thirty-three minutes and eighteen seconds.
The old Priest precisely timed it, then swept the Gold Coins from the gambling table into his arms, "Ha ha, sorry, sorry, I humbly accept."
"Ah! How could he suddenly last three more minutes this time? Isnât it usually just one minute?" Trialists who bet wrongly complained as they left.
After tidying up the bets, the old Priest activated Holy Light to heal Lu Hong.
Noticing the fresh blood Lu Hong spat out, the old Priest picked up a droplet and tasted it, "My, my, at this rate, the Divine Blood might truly integrate completely with him."