socalfunplaces Chapter 84 Wheelchair Player
Chapter 84 Wheelchair Player
Before the divine power in Wang Chongshan's palm could be fully formed, his view ahead was blocked by a figure.
Liang Jiu stood on the cloud, blocking his way.
Such are the rules in divine battles. To unleash remaining divine power on the battlefield below, one must first overcome the opposing chosen one. If one doesn't exhaust the opposing gods beforehand, the divine power one projects will likely be interfered with by the enemy.
A clash between the gods is inevitable.
Liang Jiu raised his hand, and several beams of white light intertwined in front of him.
The cheap material outlines itself in the void, transforming into a white plastic chair with a backrest.
"Sit?" Liang Jiu asked, casually conjuring up another identical chair behind him.
Wang Chongshan frowned as he stared at the plastic object suspended in mid-air. His bear goblin vanguard had suffered losses from this very thing on the battlefield below. Now, his opponent was using the same tactic again, even employing it against him.
Naked contempt.
"You already squandered your divine power down there," Wang Chongshan bluntly exposed. "How much of your strength do you have left? Do you think you can defeat me with just a chair?"
Liang Jiu didn't explain, but leaned back and sat down in his own plastic chair.
As he sat down, dense ripples spread through the surrounding void.
Just as Wang Chongshan was about to unleash his divine power to counterattack, a series of piercing sounds of air being torn apart reached his ears.
Hundreds and thousands of white lights surged from all directions. The light spots faded, revealing uniform plastic outlines. Countless white chairs, like a swarm of bees that had smelled their prey, ignored the distance and swarmed towards Wang Chongshan's back and buttocks.
Wang Chongshan's expression changed. He raised his hand, and the force that was originally intended to strike downwards was forced to change direction, transforming into a thick barrier that protected his side.
The first few plastic chairs that approached the barrier shattered instantly. But they didn't disappear; instead, they transformed into viscous white threads that meandered and climbed along the edges of the defense.
There are too many.
The chairs that followed kept pressing down on him, defying the barrier's repulsive force.
"Get out of here!"
Wang Chongshan roared, unleashing even more divine power from his body, which ripped apart the first few dozen plastic chairs that approached.
White debris flew everywhere.
It transformed into countless points of light across the sky.
But there were too many, and chairs kept falling one after another.
As soon as he raised his arm, several sticky threads wrapped around his wrist through the gaps.
A tremendous pulling force was transmitted.
He lost his balance, his body sank down, and he ended up sitting on the plastic chair that was already waiting behind him.
As soon as he sat down, Wang Chongshan immediately sensed that something was wrong.
He tried to use the divine power within him to crush the absurd creation beneath him, but found that as soon as the divine power surged out of his body, the direction of its flow was no longer under his control.
The overflowing power flowed along the white threads, weaving itself into an even thicker net that bound him firmly to his seat. The more he struggled, the tighter the restraints became.
It's hard to break free now.
"Use my divine power to bind me?" Wang Chongshan raised his head and looked at the other side.
Liang Jiu also sat in a chair, his posture relaxed.
He was not surprised that his trick was seen through.
Those who rank in the top five are unlikely to lack even this much insight.
The key is how the opponent will break the deadlock.
Wang Chongshan looked at the silk threads wrapped around his arm and quickly took action.
Such sophisticated energy borrowing and path manipulation require enormous computing power.
"How much computing power do you have to handle such immense pressure?" Wang Chongshan shouted. "Right now, my divine power is greater than yours!"
Before he finished speaking, he stopped trying to force his way out and instead transformed his divine power into hundreds of streams, releasing them in all directions at the same time.
He was artificially creating congestion. He was using chaotic, multi-directional energy surges to push Liang Jiu's control to its limits. If the slightest error in the calculation occurred, the network of threads would collapse.
Liang Jiu sat opposite, watching the energy streams darting around like headless flies.
"But you don't have much time left," Liang Jiu said.
Wang Chongshan's expression turned grim.
He glanced down at the ground.
The bear goblins' lines are crumbling. The Smoldering Clan has abandoned defense and switched entirely to melee combat. Their weapons easily slice through the leather armor. With their vanguard leader beheaded, the army's formation has been completely breached.
His family and relatives couldn't hold out for long. He really couldn't afford to drag this out.
Wang Chongshan increased the frequency of his divine power output.
Countless forces frantically probed in the void, trying to find loopholes in the woven threads.
No matter how he tried, those white threads always beat him to the punch, precisely blocking the points where the divine power was flowing, absorbing and rebounding it all.
Not a single detail is off.
The more Wang Chongshan probed, the deeper the horror in his heart grew. This meticulously planned blockade didn't seem to be controlled by a human at all.
For a moment, he even had a strange feeling.
He wasn't fighting against a god of the same age, but rather against a cold, sophisticated high-level computer.
This computer would always leave a gap, allowing him to try with hope, and then plug the gap to laugh at him.