Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 515 These days, even if you're a solo artist, do you have to debut as a group? [Requesting recommendation votes and monthly votes!]

Boom——! ! !
No skill involved, just pure power!

The power of a rotating magnetic field, pure to the extreme and also domineering to the extreme!

That vast fragment of time and space, enough to carry the entire history of a glorious civilization, was brutally and forcefully "welded" back onto the main channel of the river of time by his unreasonable punch. The violent impact stirred up a sky full of dazzling yet chaotic ripples of time, as if a brilliant yet dangerous firework had exploded on the river's surface.

He stood with his fists clenched, his black trench coat fluttering in the chaotic flow of time. His gaze, sharp as a razor, swept over Wang Li and the Godslayer in the present world, filled with undisguised, fanatical fighting spirit: "You're wasting your time here over such trivial matters, almost ruining everyone's 'arena'! If you really want to fight, let's go to the Martial Arts Tournament in a month from now. We'll fight until the world turns upside down, fight to our hearts' content! There, you can humiliate each other however you want!"

"Compassion, compassion, that's the truth. It's time for this humble monk to make his appearance and prove my skills." At this moment, a compassionate Buddha, Tathagata Wangli, who sat cross-legged on a twelve-petaled black lotus, wearing a jet-black kasaya, with a cascade of black hair, eyes as black as lacquer, and unfathomable depths, emerged from an even deeper, more terrifying, and illusory timeline, and smiled incessantly beside him.

"You're still going to get involved? You should sort out the mess of karma you've created before you speak!" Another emperor, as vast as the heavens, couldn't help but sigh and rub his forehead: "Fine, then it's my karma too..."

"So why did I accept that Twelve Black Lotus in the first place! Now look what happened, my future self has split into several more, and they can now form all sorts of combinations like 'Emperor Tathagata,' 'Demon Tathagata,' 'Holy Tathagata,' and 'Supreme Tathagata'... These days, even if you're a single person, do you have to form a group to debut?"

If I were to be stabbed to death by the Demon Saint's Spear in the future, it wouldn't be a real injustice..."

At this moment, in the great river of time, with the appearance of one Wang Li after another, the scene became deadlocked, and the atmosphere was strange and tense.

There were those who tried to mediate the fight with earnest words, those who carried out the violent construction work on the river, those who silently absorbed and dissipated energy and "cleaned up the battlefield," and those who, out of nowhere, pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open, enjoying the spectacle as much as possible...

All eyes, some bright, some dim, some worried, some mocking, some cold, ultimately focused like spotlights on the central figure—

The body of Wang Li, the god-slayer who has just suffered a crushing defeat and is facing "social death".

An unprecedented complex emotion, like a turbid tide, spread through His heart, which should have been filled with only coldness and determination, constructed by the [Ring of Usurpation, Godslayer Reincarnation Technique, Dark Christmas Festival].

Was it overwhelming anger and humiliation? Was it the resentment and disappointment after defeat? Or... a sense of bewilderment that even he himself couldn't understand when facing this group of "unexpected" people?

His thoughts drifted away, recalling the bloody journey he had taken.

They usurped divine authority, trampled on endless laws, and took the end of all things as their sole objective, regarding all "accidents" and "impure possibilities" as impurities that must be thoroughly purified.

He firmly believed that only the absolute "end" was the sole truth and destiny of the universe.

But now, beneath my feet flows a vast, surging river of time, which, because of this seemingly destructive collision, has become even wider, deeper, and clearly contains more unknown possibilities; and before me stand this group of lively, eccentric individuals, each representing a kind of "infinite surprise"...

All of this seemed to form a huge, silent satirical picture, cracking a tiny but fatal fissure in His unbreakable faith.

“…That’s enough.” After a long silence that seemed to span countless centuries, a sigh, carrying endless complex meaning, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and also mixed with an indescribable sense of resentment and relief, was slowly uttered from the Godslayer’s mouth.

This sigh seemed to have drained His last bit of strength, and it finally calmed down the restless and unstable aura of the end that had been emanating from Him like that of a wounded beast.

Although His will remained dim and weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, it was no longer filled with aggression and destructive desire, but only a deep weariness and... a kind of indistinct calm.

"Today... I have lost."

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the still-unsettled energy turbulence in the void, and looked at the present-day King Li, whose eyes were fierce like a wolf, still being held tightly by the immortals and martyrs.

The icy killing intent that once froze stars and made gods tremble had faded from his eyes, leaving only a pure, even strangely relieved, acceptance.

"The rules you set, your so-called 'possibilities'... I've seen them. I... will abide by them."

He paused, as if the next words were even more difficult to utter, but finally spoke, "Until I truly transcend your 'origin,' or...until I find my own 'answer.'"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Hearing these words, which sounded almost like surrender and even a hint of giving up, Wang Li finally couldn't help but let out a hearty and joyful laugh. The surging, turbulent inner universe around him, ready to explode again at any moment, eased a little as his mood relaxed, and the suffocating sense of oppression lessened considerably.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had done this earlier? Wouldn't it have been much better if everyone had sat down and talked about the 'future' peacefully? Did you have to get beaten up and made to look so pathetic before you would sit down and reason with us? Don't you think you deserved it?"

The Godslayer completely ignored his teasing and mockery. At this moment, He was too preoccupied with complex emotions to bother with such verbal sparring.

He then looked around at the various "selves" with different forms and vastly different auras. His gaze swept from the immortal-like Wang Li, to the lifeless martyr Wang Li, to the cold and rational information Wang Li, to the battle-ready magnetic field martial god Wang Li, and finally even lingered for a moment on the monk Wang Li who was eating melon seeds and watching the show, and the emperor Wang Li.

He spoke slowly, his voice still hoarse, but with an indescribable depth: "Your path... I have seen it with my own eyes today. It is very interesting, and also... unexpected."

He seemed to be carefully choosing his words, “I look forward to the future, to the day when I will compete with you on the final battlefield stage that I have defined and transformed myself. I hope that at that time, you will still bring me the same kind of surprise as today.”

"Don't worry, it won't take too long," Wang Li replied confidently, a smile full of anticipation and fighting spirit curving her lips.

"Once I've finished dealing with these trivial 'household chores' and cleaned the house, I'll join you soon. Then, we'll have a proper 'sparring'! Let's see if your 'Godslaying and Usurping' can bury my origins, or if my potential can override your destiny!"

(End of this chapter)