Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 690: The purple light dissipates and disputes arise, the two strong teams fight against each

A breeze blew from the entrance of the cave, mixed with a strong fishy smell.

Lin Qiye stepped in, presenting a happy atmosphere.

What caught his eyes was a mess, with the white tiger lying on the ground in a state of disarray.

Sun Wukong was acting confidently, while Wu Hen was standing there at a loss.

"So, this is how you handle things?"

Lin Qiye teased, his tone teasing, his eyes looking back and forth between Wukong and Wu Hen.

Wu Hen rubbed his aching temples, and the system panel dinged in his mind, fearing that he would ignore the welcome +2000 experience points.

He shrugged and said, "Well, I guess taking down a lawless white tiger with just a few harsh words is a new kind of strategy, right?"

Wukong laughed heartily on the side, his voice like the strong wind blowing from outside the cave, carrying irresistible vitality.

"I think it works wonders. If you ever decide to become a comedian, no one would dare touch your jaw."

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the distance.

Wu Hen moved at the sound and turned his head to look. He saw a figure in black reflected on the ground like an umbrella. It was actually Lin Qiye's right-hand man An Qingyu.

He approached silently, his whole body like a ghost in the night.

"team leader,"

An Qingyu nodded slightly to Lin Qiye, "Something seems to be wrong outside. The Phoenix Squad seems to be preparing something..."

"Phoenix?"

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It seems that they will compete again in this round."

Wu Hen looked around, completely confused about the situation.

"What's up with Team Phoenix? Should I know about them?"

An Qingyu smiled and said softly, "Perhaps you have heard of them at some point, especially after you displayed such a 'unique' ability."

"The famous Xia Simeng, captain of the Phoenix Squad, has never backed down from any challenge."

"Xia Simeng?" Wu Hen murmured again and again. The name was as captivating as a cold star in the night sky.

At this moment, the system played a mission prompt in his mind—a rather amusing mission description: "Arrive at the scene and have a three-minute exhibition match with Xia Simeng. Mission Reward: Special Skill 'Heartbeat Moment'."

Lin Qiye looked at the changing expressions on Wu Hen's face and couldn't help but patted his shoulder.

"Ready to increase your audience, comedian? Captain Xia doesn't take being amused so easily."

Wukong interrupted at the right moment and said with interest, "Oh? Looks like someone is going to show off their skills."

Wu Hen felt a little nervous, but he nodded.

With an indomitable spirit, he said: "Well, let's see who can have the last laugh in this duel."

The entire team started moving, heading towards the direction of Phoenix Team.

Bu Li from the psychic team had already been preparing among the mountains, standing out from the crowd. They stared into the distance with eyes as sharp as hawks.

An undercurrent of competition is about to begin, and the commotion in the air is like an unfinished afternoon storm.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen walked together and headed straight for the battlefield.

Their footsteps caused the earth to vibrate, and not far away, the Phoenix Squad's flag fluttered in the wind.

In such an unusual time, another fateful choice awaits them, which makes people feel excited.

This fierce duel between the two strongest forces is waiting to begin on the eve of chaos.

Gilgamesh wandered the corridor, his golden robes radiant like flowing liquid gold in the dim light.

He looked around, and his thoughts drifted back to those long-gone days.

The faces of countless heroes came to mind, the warriors who fought alongside him and left their footprints on this corridor.

Those past victories, even if they were just brief moments, were so vividly engraved in his memory.

Just as Gilgamesh was immersed in his memories, a heavy "bang" suddenly rang out in the corridor.

A wine jar flew out from the fluttering robes and hit the floor tiles with perfect precision, fragments flying everywhere and wine spilling all over the floor.

Sun Wukong stood at the end of the corridor, his face full of confidence making it impossible to ignore.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Gilgamesh playfully.

At that moment, anger appeared on Gilgamesh's face, as if fire was burning in his eyes.

"Kneel!" Gilgamesh's voice was low and majestic, and the air around him suddenly became tense.

He strode forward, his gaze pressing forward like an overwhelming wave.

Sun Wukong stroked the golden cudgel at his waist with one hand, his eyes as firm as the sky.

"Who are you? Why should I kneel?" His robes fluttered in the breeze, invisibly conveying the Monkey King's inner turmoil.

Gilgamesh noticed the ferocity and unshakability emanating from Sun Wukong.

Even so, he challenged again, continuing in a mocking tone: "Do you know how many overlords and heroes have bowed to me?"

Sun Wukong smiled coldly, the determination in his eyes that penetrated everything was like a straight line cast from iron.

"I've only ever knelt before one person, and that's my master. For the rest, no way."

There was an unshakable will in his voice, and Gilgamesh felt a pressure he had never felt before.

Sun Wukong's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the seemingly calm surface between them.

Gilgamesh frowned slightly, his limbs slightly tensed.

At this moment, Sun Wukong's figure suddenly disappeared from his original place, as fast as lightning.

His fist came crashing down with unstoppable force.

This devastating blow hit its target accurately, and Gilgamesh's body was thrown into the air like a rag bag and fell heavily into the courtyard.

The so-called peace has been completely shattered, and only the aftermath of the battle remains in the air.

The corridor was silent again, with only Sun Wukong standing there with great momentum, like an unconquerable king in the moonlight.

Gilgamesh's sullenness turned to absolute indignation, his face revealing an unfulfilled ambition.

The lingering dust in the courtyard was like his unattained goal, vague but a constant reminder for him to keep moving forward.

At this moment, Sun Wukong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if what he saw in the mess was not the figure of a loser, but the dawn of the next challenge.

He said nothing, but adjusted his posture slightly, preparing to face the coming storm.

The air was filled with the tension and anticipation after the battle, as if only one string of the last note of the chord was still vibrating.

All this is just the prelude to their encounter.

Li Yifei waved his hand and told several nurses in white coats to leave quickly, like chasing away flies.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Don't let the divine blood splash all over you!" The caregivers ran away as if they had been pardoned.

Merlin pulled out a bag of glittering powder from somewhere, sprinkled it on the ground while muttering something, and a complex magic circle slowly emerged.

Bragi held his lute, his fingers plucked the strings quickly,

A tense, funny and weird melody floated in the air, making Wu Hen grin.

Gilgamesh climbed out of the pit, covered in dust, but his momentum had increased tenfold.

The golden armor shone with dazzling light, like an angry god of war.

"You damn monkey!" he roared, his voice making Wu Hen's eardrums buzz.

Sun Wukong descended from the sky and smashed a big hole in the ground with his golden cudgel.

The divine power spread out like ripples, competing with Gilgamesh's dominance.

"I, Sun Wukong, am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven! Who are you?"

Lin Qiye watched the duel with great interest, with no intention of taking action at all.

He nudged Wu Hen next to him with his elbow and asked, "Who do you think will win?"

Wu Hen's system suddenly popped up to issue a task: "Predict the winner. If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded with 1000 experience points. If you guess wrong, you will lose 500 experience points."

Wu Hen rolled his eyes. This system was really bringing up things that were not relevant.

He looked at the two men in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I think... how long will this fight last?"

Lin Qiye laughed heartily. "Who knows? Anyway, there will be a good show to watch."

He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice and said to Wu Hen in an ambiguous tone,

"How about we make a bet? Who will fall first?"

Before Wu Hen could answer, Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong collided again.

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky, deafening.

Wu Hen felt that the ground was shaking. This was not a fight, it was simply a fight to tear the world apart!

"Damn, this noise is too loud!" Wu Hen couldn't help but complain.

"This is just the beginning,"

Lin Qiye said with a smile, "The best is yet to come."

He glanced at Wu Hen meaningfully.

"Perhaps, we can go somewhere else and enjoy the fireworks while..."

"What on the side?" Wu Hen asked subconsciously.

Lin Qiye leaned close to Wu Hen's ear and whispered something.

Wu Hen's face flushed instantly, and he glared at Lin Qiye fiercely, "You...be serious!"

Lin Qiye laughed out loud and said nothing more. He just stared at Wu Hen with a burning gaze, his eyes full of teasing and...desire.

The battle was still going on, but Wu Hen's mind was no longer on it.

He felt his heart beating fast and his breathing became a little rapid.

He glanced secretly at Lin Qiye and found that he was also looking at him with deep and charming eyes.

"Damn it," Wu Hen thought, "What's wrong with me?"

Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted Wu Hen's thoughts...