Merchant From Earth in the Magical World-Chapter 441 - 369: God vs. God_2

How could this be?

Baron Max could hardly believe what he was seeing. If a mortal’s body could release such powerful energy, it should have exploded by now.

But Yan Xing... why was there no change in him at all?

This... this didn’t match the records passed down by the Witches’ Aid Society.

As Baron Max released energy, his body underwent constant transformation. His forehead bulged, and his horns grew longer and thicker.

His clothes didn’t catch fire but were instead ripped apart by his expanding body. A pair of demon wings tore through the tattered cloth, growing larger.

Yet Yan Xing still looked the same.

An inexplicable anger surged in Max’s heart.

A mortal body possessing the power of gods was blasphemy against the divine.

"Yan Xing! Your performance surprises me. But just as Prometheus brought fire to mortals, your actions must receive the punishment of the gods!" Baron Max, now fully transformed into his demonic form, stood up and roared, his tyrannical aura expanding in waves of heat.

Yan Xing was somewhat puzzled...

A fair contest of "inner strength" hadn’t yet determined a victor, so why suddenly become enraged?

But he still felt the need to retort.

"You call yourself a god with that level of energy? Gods must be really cheap then."

During the "inner strength" contest, Chui Chui had been recording Max’s energy output.

It was clear the demonic power he’d received was also a watered-down and neutered version.

Demons are the ultimate lifeforms of Hell; they are to Hell what angels are to humankind.

If faced with a real demon, all Yan Xing could do was run.

As far as he could.

The strength Max displayed might be considered overwhelmingly powerful on Earth, but by the standards of the Magic World... it was probably just that of a mid to high-level hero.

It was still a far cry from the standard of a god.

However, this was Yan Xing’s standard. According to Ancient European standards... this might indeed be considered the power of a god.

Faced with such mockery, Baron Max grew furious.

The consequences were severe.

"Offending a god must be paid for with your life! I will burn you to ashes and purify your soul!"

Baron Max took a step forward, and the floor tiles beneath his hooves melted instantly.

His eyes, visible through the heat-cold barrier, glared at Yan Xing with a ferocity as if he wanted to devour him alive.

At this moment, Tong Yitong stood up. She walked over to Max, placing one foot on a broken coffee table.

"Hey, your opponent is me! Only after defeating me do you have the right to challenge Mr. Yan," she declared.

Baron Max’s eyes bulged like copper bells.

Could it be that this witch was the one competing in energy with me all this time?

How is that possible?

As a medium, a witch’s power should absolutely not be this strong.

But the extreme cold energy, pressing down like a mountain wall, told Max that the person who matched his power wasn’t Yan Xing, but this woman before him.

At this point, the ferocity from Hell completely overwhelmed Max’s reason.

He couldn’t accept that mortals possessed the power of gods; he couldn’t accept this mockery and disdain.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

Max issued the battle command and then, his fists wrapped in flames, he shattered the barrier before him.

Behind him, the four elders all transformed into their Hell-creature forms, and the members of the Witches’ Aid Society charged forward, roaring.

In an instant, fire ravaged the hall. Apart from where Yan Xing and his companions stood, everything else flammable was set ablaze.

Fire spread everywhere, smoke billowed, and in the blink of an eye, the place had become an oven.

Yan Xing cast a Wind Energy Barrier, releasing an air-type Magic spell that enveloped Feng Tingyue, Lao Guan, and Little Li within a current of air. This barrier could temporarily keep the fire and smoke at bay.

But if the fire consumed all the oxygen in the room, they would certainly suffocate.

Therefore, they had to act quickly.

"Chui Chui, activate the Thunder Domain."

"Yes, Master..."

By this time, Tong Yitong was already fighting Max.

Yan Xing had often used Fire Magic to help Tong Yitong train her abilities, so her control over water and ice against Max’s heat and fire was still quite adept.

But in a physical clash of strength and power, Tong Yitong was at a significant disadvantage.

She could only create ice walls for defense, using the icy floor beneath her feet to glide and dodge attacks. Then, she tried to use steam to envelop Max, creating offensive opportunities for herself.

In the short, intense exchange, Tong Yitong both attacked and defended. She wouldn’t be defeated easily, nor could she secure a quick victory.

However, with the four elders about to join the fray, it seemed Tong Yitong would no longer have it so easy.

Ten battle alchemy golems faced dozens of charging Hell creatures, forming a circular defensive formation.

The Magic Shields had just activated their crystal barriers when a barrage of attacks slammed into them.

Sparks flew, and the crystal barriers shook violently.

Those inside the barriers stood ready for battle, while outside, a horde of demons danced chaotically.

All of this happened in less than ten seconds.

Two groups, wielding Earth’s most advanced individual powers, were about to fight to the death.

Meanwhile, Feng Tingyue and the other two faithfully recorded everything that was happening and about to happen.

Even though they might all die here.

CRACK!

The sound was as crisp as the crack of a whip.

A flash of light appeared and vanished suddenly.

But this flash went unnoticed amidst the brightness of the burning hall; light was certainly not in short supply.

The sound was also overlooked by those engaged in frenzied combat.

Max and the four elders were encircling Tong Yitong, who was as slippery as an eel.

The members of the Witches’ Aid Society unleashed their most powerful attacks against the shield wall.

They held the clear upper hand, as if they could wipe out the intruders in the next second.

However...

A torrent of crackling sounds, as dense as popping beans, suddenly erupted in the blazing hall.

White lightning, appearing without warning, tore through the room like a swarm of serpents. It charged wildly, discharging all its energy upon encountering any obstacle.

People fell in droves.

The scene resembled a fishpond struck by a live high-voltage wire; wherever the current passed, the pond fell silent.

The hall fell silent too.

Apart from the crackling fire, the members of the Witches’ Aid Society, who had been aggressively attacking just moments before, all lay stiffly in a circle outside the shield wall.

It was unclear whether they were alive or dead, but certainly, none could stand.

This abrupt reversal left everyone still standing somewhat disoriented. Even Tong Yitong was bewildered at the sight of Max and the elders collapsed before her.

She turned to Yan Xing and asked, "Did you do this? Are you really that powerful?"

Yan Xing took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. A thin bolt of lightning materialized from thin air, snapping to light it.

After taking a puff, Yan Xing said to Tong Yitong, "Don’t ask so many questions. Hurry up and put out the fire. Otherwise, they’re going to suffocate."

Yan Xing gestured with his eyes toward Feng Tingyue and the other two, who were protected within the Wind Energy Barrier.

Tong Yitong understood that this was not the place to discuss such matters, so she activated her ability to summon more water to extinguish the fire and cool down the room.

The fire in the hall was quickly brought under control and then extinguished. Tong Yitong even used her ability to absorb the toxic smoke into water, which she then tossed into a corner.

With a gesture, Yan Xing dismissed the Wind Energy Barrier and then said to the three stunned individuals, "These people invoke gods with every other breath; their talk almost had me fooled for a moment. I didn’t expect them to fall to a mere ’Ten Thousand Volts.’ It’s a real disservice to the name of ’gods.’ Are you all okay?"

Feng Tingyue looked at the monster corpses strewn about, hardly believing what she had just witnessed was real.

"We’re fine. I think... you’re the real god."

Puffing on his cigarette, Yan Xing replied with a hint of melancholy, "If I were a god, I wouldn’t have so many troubles. If you’re all right, let’s search this estate together and see what secrets the Witches’ Aid Society has hidden here..."

Just as Yan Xing was preparing to organize a search, Baron Max, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up.

He didn’t attack anyone. Instead, he smashed through a wall and, with a beat of his wings, soared into the sky.

"Mr. Yan..." Seeing Max was not dead and was escaping, Tong Yitong immediately called out to Yan Xing.

But when she turned her head, she found that Yan Xing was no longer where he had been just a moment ago.

"Where did he go?"

Feng Tingyue and the other two shook their heads; they also hadn’t seen how Yan Xing had vanished.

They only saw a flash of lightning, and then the man... was gone.