King of Gods Chapter 2 – The battle of one move
Previously on King of Gods...
Chapter 2 – The battle of one move
After an unknown period, Zhao Feng gradually regained awareness, yet he couldn't sense his body whatsoever.
The sole sensation was the sharp agony pulsing from his left eye.
Left eye?
A chill gripped Zhao Feng as memories flooded back. Right before blacking out, that bizarre eyeball-like marble had plunged directly into his left eye.
Assuming no mishaps occurred, his left eye was likely blinded, resembling those hideous, raging 'One-eyed dragons'.
This realization nearly brought tears to Zhao Feng's eyes.
Peh! Peh! Peh! Peh!......
A rhythmic thumping, akin to a heartbeat, echoed from his punctured left eye, carrying a strangely familiar and comforting vibe.
Shoosh!
With a mere thought toward his left eye, Zhao Feng's mind fused seamlessly with it.
Boom!
A tremendous jolt rocked his mind, plunging Zhao Feng's consciousness into utter darkness.
This place is.....
Fear of the unknown gripped Zhao Feng; such a bizarre realm lay far beyond his understanding.
His awareness drew irresistibly toward the dim green glow emanating from the heart of the blackness.
That subtle green radiance exuded profound mystery and endless depth. It rotated lazily, as though enduring from ancient eras to the present, evoking sensations of vitality and timelessness.
Zhao Feng's consciousness became utterly captivated, lost so deeply that only the world's end or the dimension's collapse could rouse him.
“The Ancient is broken, and the Ancient Gods slain will turn into a trillion dust.....”
The accompanying sigh felt profoundly ancient and melancholic, echoing through the dark void like a voice from primordial times.
“Who’s there!?”
Zhao Feng's consciousness trembled, his entire being turning icy. He scanned around but spotted no one.
The voice appeared to emerge from the void itself.
“There is a soul in the universe that is perfectly in sync with me? Is this destiny?”
The enigmatic voice murmured to itself.
“Who’s there sneaking around!”
Suppressing his terror, Zhao Feng bellowed.
“To continue my bloodline of the Eye, you will Rule everyone, control every race. You lucky youngster, do not disappoint me....”
Suddenly, an ancient consciousness surged from the darkness, then swiftly dissipated.
Everything fell silent once more.......
Hah!
Zhao Feng exhaled deeply, but before deeper thoughts could form, excruciating pain erupted from his left eye.
Within the room.
Sunlight poured through the window.
“Ahhhhh..... My eye.”
Zhao Feng cried out, clutching his left eye, now swollen crimson and searing with torment.
At that instant, Zhao Feng fully snapped back to reality.
This was his own chamber.
Zhao Feng lay on the bed, his body still bearing scorch marks from the lightning strike.
The agony from his left eye soon had him drenched in sweat, writhing across the room.
Fortunately, as moments ticked by, the pain gradually subsided.
“My eye......”
Anxiety etched Zhao Feng's face as he cautiously released his hold on his left eye.
He confirmed his left eye could still perceive light.
Yet, upon catching the first beam of sunlight, the intense sting forced him to narrow it, though relief washed over him.
Eventually, his left eye adjusted to the brightness, revealing the world anew.
What followed stunned Zhao Feng completely.
In that instant, the entire world burst into myriads of vibrant hues.
His left eye's vision rendered everything with crystal clarity and stunning beauty.
Zhao Feng even discerned tiny airborne particles, far beyond ordinary sight.
He spotted ants on a tree over 100 meters distant, along with leaf veins in sharp detail.
“What is going on? My left eye can even......”
Shock yielding to contemplation, joy crept across Zhao Feng's features.
He was convinced his left eye had transformed dramatically, now at least tenfold—or greater—in prowess compared to before.
Grabbing a mirror, Zhao Feng inspected closely; his left eye's size remained unchanged.
The sole alteration was a deeper shade at the pupil's center.
When fully activated, the eyeball emitted a subtle green luminescence.
Though subtle, these shifts quickened Zhao Feng's pulse.
“Did..... did that mysterious eye merge with my left eye?”
Joy mingled with apprehension in Zhao Feng's heart.
Composing himself with a deep breath, he stepped out of his room.
“Feng’er, you slept for a full day and night. You really worried me.”
Joy overwhelmed Zhao Shi upon seeing her son safe.
“Mother, I'm fine! This disaster might've brought me some fortune.”
Zhao Feng chuckled.
His expression shifted abruptly. “Hold on! Mother, you said.... I was out for a whole day and night?”
“Yes, you got struck by lightning that day, but the alchemist assured us it was just a faint.”
Zhao Shi dabbed her eyes, still shaken by the ordeal.
As they spoke, Zhao Feng's stomach rumbled, hunger finally hitting him.
“Come! Let me whip up some food for you.”
Zhao Shi hurried to the kitchen, bustling about.
Meanwhile, Zhao Feng scanned everything with his left eye, noticing subtle shifts in his body too.
The most striking was his enhanced reaction time.
“Mmmmmm.....”
During the meal, Zhao Feng's gaze fixed on a fly.
His left eye tracked its flight path precisely, discerning its gender and wing patterns.
Shoosh!
On pure reflex, he flicked his chopsticks.
The buzzing ceased abruptly.
Hahaha....
Zhao Feng grinned inwardly at the fly impaled by his chopsticks.
That felt amazing!
Incredibly satisfying!
Thanks to his left eye, Zhao Feng's reflexes and senses far outstripped ordinary folk.
Sated and energized post-meal, Zhao Feng headed to the martial arts field.
He sensed his left eye's evolution could reshape his destiny......
His left eye pulsed with warmth, followed by that familiar “peh! peh!” heartbeat.
Unbeknownst to him, the mysterious eyeball's integration was subtly altering his bloodline and physique.
Martial Arts Field.
Like always, Zhao Feng began practicing his foundational fist techniques.
“Hahaha! Zhao Feng, you've finally shown up. I figured you'd cower in your shell like a turtle.....”
Laughter boomed from across the field.
Damn it!
Zhao Feng cursed inwardly, eyeing the burly Zhao Kun striding over confidently.
Memories of their “one move battle” pact resurfaced.
With Zhao Kun's taunt, disciples from the field swarmed to watch.
“Seems unavoidable......”
Resigned, Zhao Feng approached.
“Zhao Feng, prepare yourself. One move! That's all I'll need to floor you!”
Zhao Kun's hulking frame loomed like a tiger, bearing down on Zhao Feng.
His words barely ended.
Adopting an eerie posture, his arms and torso coiled, exuding a sinister, serpentine menace.
A shiver ran through Zhao Feng, as if prey ensnared by a venomous serpent.
“Whoa, that's the high-ranked martial art, Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake!”
An excited voice from the crowd identified Zhao Kun's technique.
“High-ranked martial art? Impossible! Most 2nd rank disciples can only access middle-ranked ones from the 'Martial Arts Library'. How did Zhao Kun obtain a high-ranked?”
“His grandfather's a sect elder, that's how......”
“No wonder he's so cocky about winning in one move—he's mastered the Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake!”
Chills rippled through the onlookers; even stronger cultivators regarded Zhao Kun warily.
“A high-rank martial skill indeed.”
Zhao Feng inhaled sharply.
In the Zhao sect, Martial Path ranks below 4th were restricted to low or middle-ranked arts.
Zhao Feng, not yet at 2nd rank, couldn't even access the “Martial Arts Library” for low-ranked techniques.
The Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake, being high-ranked, inflicted far greater damage than low, middle, or even core arts.
Zhao Kun's poised hands radiated immense pressure, poised to strike like a coiled viper.
“No surprise Zhao Kun boasts of defeating me in one strike!”
Zhao Feng's heart raced; normally, he'd crumble under such a high-rank assault.
Moreover, Zhao Kun outranked him by a full level.
Peh! Peh!......
Under duress, Zhao Feng's left eye stirred, igniting excitement within.
Channeling full focus into his left eye, he locked onto Zhao Kun.
No one noticed the faint green shimmer in Zhao Feng's left eye then......
Shoosh!
Superhuman vision engulfed Zhao Feng. Zhao Kun's form magnified in his sight—every breath, heartbeat, muscle twitch, and vein laid bare.
The world decelerated dramatically.
Yet reality's pace unchanged.
Zhao Feng's reactions had accelerated!
Pressure forged utter serenity in Zhao Feng's mind.
Zhao Kun shivered inexplicably, feeling utterly exposed.
“3rd Change of the Poisonous Snake!”
Darkness clouded Zhao Kun's face as he unleashed his mightiest blow without pause. His form twisted snakelike, striking with blinding speed and ferocity.
Shoosh!
In a blink, Zhao Kun's joined fingers mimicked fangs, slicing air toward Zhao Feng's chest.
So swift!
Sect disciples marveled.
Many 2nd rank Martial Path youths couldn't track the motion.
Just as the fang-like fingers neared Zhao Feng.
Pah!
A powerful fist exploded through the air, smashing Zhao Kun's arm and toppling him.
“What happened?”
Zhao Kun's mind reeled, body freezing in shock, arm gone numb.
His fingers, mere half-inch from Zhao Feng's chest, halted dead.
Whoosh——
Pain erupted in Zhao Kun's gut, hurling him airborne with a yelp.
“What happened!?”
Disciples erupted in stunned cries.
“One move, you’ve lost......”