I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1382: Son of a Bitch

Shadow Island.

Within a lively, contemporary wet market, crowds surged back and forth without end.

Should anyone inquire about the top business in this market, it would undoubtedly be Pork Rong's at the prized triangular spot.

Brandishing his nimble cleaver, he measured out two pounds of pork ribs for customer Li Sanniang.

While passing them to her, he made sure to run his fingers over his alluring stubble with his free hand, sneaking a quick grope from Li Sanniang and flashing her a playful wink.

You wicked man.

Li Sanniang chided, her tone dripping with flirtatious allure. She pursed her lips, flaunting the seductive red mole by her mouth, and added, Remember to come to my house tonight.

Having spoken, Li Sanniang swung her plump, barrel-shaped waist and sauntered off with her two pounds of ribs.

Pork Rong gawked at that ideal barrel waist, his thoughts drifting into erotic fantasies.

Though it appeared as mere common sneezing, Pork Rong's pupils contracted sharply.

His eyes turned deep and piercing at that instant, as though cutting through the mists to gaze upon the far-off starry expanse.

Yet his brows knitted tighter and tighter.

Seriousness now dominated his firm face and forehead. Lifting his fingers, he abruptly released an aura of profound celestial fortune-telling.

Next, he intoned gravely.

Precisely who is seeking me out?

Yet I sense not the faintest hint?

Does such a mighty being stand as ally or enemy?

His face grew sterner still as he spoke. Unable to resist, he bit his fingertip to divine anew.

Still, this divination yielded nothing.

After endless futile efforts, he grabbed his cleaver and went back to slicing pork belly.

Friend or foe makes no difference, nor does it matter which fool hunts for me. No one can stir up chaos here on Shadow Island anyway.

Shreds of pork belly scattered over the board.

Pork Rong had fully banished the issue from his mind, behaving as though it had never occurred.

...

On Cloud Planet somewhere.

Yi Feng entered a modest tavern on the second story. He lounged by the window, sipping inexpensive wine while eyeing the vibrant mortal bustle along the street, a sudden wave of familiarity enveloping him.

Unclear if it stemmed from this mundane vibe.

Or from returning to Cloud Planet.

I truly have zero clue how to track down this blasted Realm Lord.

All I can do is give it my all and trust destiny for the rest.

Plus, that barrier sealing the planet got totally hacked away by me. Even if the Realm Lord eludes me, it shouldn't count as letting folks down, yeah?

After gulping a jug of raw wine, Yi Feng muttered to himself.

Truth be told, emotions had been surging through him recently.

Regarding his own power, it all felt dreamlike still.

He struggled to accept it.

Just where did this power originate?

Had it always been his, or did that cursed system slip it to him later on?

If it was always there, didn't that paint his former self as a total moron?

Even more baffling, his fights remained devoid of flashy effects; he'd only picked up a handful of basic moves.

Right then.

The tiny snail sprawled on the table drew his notice.

Only during the rush back to Cloud Planet had he really seen this creature's velocity.

So this punk had been faking slowness the whole time?

In that moment, the snail directed its innocent stare his way.

Bulu bulu.

The noise immediately ignited Yi Feng's fury.

You sneaky rascal, still acting innocent!

Driven by rage, Yi Feng's hand struck like a diving hawk, smashing straight onto the snail.

This smack.

Squashed the snail flat.

Yet in the blink of an eye, it sprang back, regaining its prior form. Ignoring Yi Feng entirely, it rolled its eyes, faced away, and settled down for a nap.