Chapter 159: God of War Vs Fu Chuan
Li Chen’s eyes, ablaze with a mix of determination and the influence of the God of War, remained locked onto Wu Chunlei. He motioned to Shadow, saying, "Get Xu Zhonhao to take her home. I will handle this." Ren Zirui, however, insisted, "I will take her home."
Wu Chunlei, reveling in the unfolding drama, mocked Ren Zirui, "Who told you she is going home? You overestimate yourself, young man." Unfazed, Li Chen, now standing protectively in front of Zhang Mei, confronted Wu Chunlei. Chuckling, Wu Chunlei taunted, "I would have killed her long ago if I wanted to. Besides, you are the one I want."
Ren Zirui, undeterred, moved to Zhang Mei’s side, urging her, "Come, let’s go." Zhang Mei hesitated, her concern for Li Chen evident. Ren Zirui reassured her, "Don’t worry; he is not the one who will die." Reluctantly, Zhang Mei followed Ren Zirui out of the room.
As they left, Wu Chunlei turned his attention back to Li Chen, challenging him, "So, the woman is gone. What do you say we finish this?" Shadow and Ding Chengxi, apprehensive about Li Chen’s safety, remained steadfast, poised for any development in the intense face-off that was about to unfold.
As the atmosphere crackled with tension, Li Chen, now under the control of the God of War, moved with an unsettling grace. Wu Chunlei, unfazed by Li Chen’s transformation, assumed a combative stance, a sly grin playing on his lips.
The first move was a blur – a lightning-fast strike from Li Chen, fueled by the God of War’s immense power. Wu Chunlei, a seasoned martial artist, skillfully dodged the blow, showcasing a surprising agility. Li Chen followed up with a series of rapid punches and kicks, each executed with unparalleled precision, but Wu Chunlei adeptly parried and countered, revealing his own formidable martial prowess.
The living room became a battleground, with the clash of blows echoing like thunder. The combatants moved in a dance of aggression and defense, breaking objects in their path. The room witnessed the destructive force of their conflict – shattered furniture, splintered wood, and the remnants of ornaments scattered on the floor.
Li Chen, driven by the God of War’s relentless fury, pressed on, his attacks growing more ferocious. Yet, Wu Chunlei, displaying a calm resilience, managed to hold his ground, countering with a mix of traditional martial arts and tactical maneuvers.
The fight unfolded like a symphony of violence, each strike carrying the weight of their conflicting destinies. The room bore witness to an epic clash between two formidable forces, leaving an indelible mark on the battleground where the destiny of Li Chen and Wu Chunlei hung in the balance.
God of War, in control of Li Chen’s body, uttered with a deep, resonant voice, "Fu Chuan, if I don’t end you here now, the gods will never forgive me."
Wu Chunlei, upon hearing those words, widened his eyes in disbelief. He responded with a sinister grin, "Perfect. Now I can finally get my revenge. The mighty God of War will meet his second death at my hands."
The cryptic exchange between the two adversaries left Ding Chengxi and Shadow on the sidelines in a state of confusion. They couldn’t fathom the depths of the history and animosity that seemed to exist between Wu Chunlei and Li Chen.
The room buzzed with an otherworldly tension as the two combatants prepared for a battle that extended beyond the realm of mortals. Li Chen, now a vessel for the God of War, exuded an aura of ancient power, while Wu Chunlei faced him with a mixture of defiance and eagerness.
Wu Chunlei surged forward, his movements blending seamlessly as he unleashed a barrage of strikes with astonishing speed. Even Shadow, renowned for his exceptional skills, found it challenging to follow the exchange between the God of War and Wu Chunlei. The room became a blur of motion, with objects tumbling and shattering in the wake of their tremendous blows.
Ding Chengxi and Shadow, both seasoned warriors, exchanged glances of disbelief as the fight unfolded at a pace beyond their comprehension. Each collision of fists resonated like thunder, leaving behind a trail of chaos and destruction. The intensity of the battle transcended the limits of mortal capabilities, delving into a realm where ancient powers clashed in a dance of raw, primal energy.
The supernatural confrontation continued, the combatants moving with such rapidity that it seemed as if time itself struggled to keep pace. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, and Ding Chengxi and Shadow could do nothing but witness the clash of titans before them. In that moment, the distinction between man and god, reality and myth, blurred into a spectacle that defied the laws of the mundane world.
Suddenly, God of War delivered a thunderous punch to Wu Chunlei’s chest. The impact sent shockwaves through Wu Chunlei’s body, and he staggered backward, struggling to maintain his balance. As he clutched his aching chest, the room echoed with the sounds of the collision—fists meeting flesh, the shattering of objects, and the heavy breathing of the combatants.
God of War, relentless and composed, stood his ground. Wu Chunlei, however, was not one to back down easily. With a determined grit, he clenched his fists, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve. Spitting blood onto the floor, he locked eyes with his adversary and vowed, "You will pay for everything, everything, you hear me."
The room, witness to their fierce confrontation, bore the scars of their battle. Debris scattered across the floor, and the atmosphere crackled with tension. God of War, wiping away the blood from his mouth with a smirk, taunted, "I see your chest is still weak, Fu Chuan. You should have waited until you recovered."
This clash was more than a physical duel—it was a manifestation of long-standing animosity and unsettled scores. The air was thick with the weight of their shared history, and as the adversaries faced each other, it was evident that this battle was a reckoning with the past, a confrontation with the demons that haunted their intertwined destinies.
