He reshaped his appearance, restrained his aura, and walked out of the subway station. Not long after, he met someone face to face.

He couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Even as a god, a slight thrill rose uncontrollably in his heart.

A human proverb suddenly surfaced in his mind:

"The road to heaven is open, yet you don't take it, while you force your way into hell with no gate!"

That battle was his disgrace. For a dignified god to be helpless against a mere mortal, he had no choice but to retreat.

Now, he was much stronger than when he first descended; in the Tam World, he had specifically used his divine power on this body, not only washing away the aura of death but also gaining some enhancement. Even now, without borrowing divine power, the strength of his body alone had stabilized at the legendary level.

Last time, he was only a quasi-legendary.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he proceeded step by step.

He was already eager to hear the wailing of his soul.

...

Having taken care of the barbarian, Chen Shouyi waited for the helicopter to land on the street.

Then he heard footsteps and turned his head for a glance.

It was a young man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in black clothes and trousers, a long sword hanging at his side.

He assumed it was a local martial artist.

Chen Shouyi didn't think much of it and was about to look away after a glance.

Suddenly, he vaguely felt something was amiss.

Weren't all local martial artists conscripted to cooperate with the military's operations?

He looked again. With the sun high in the sky and the weather scorching hot, the temperature was at least above forty degrees, yet the other wore heat-absorbing black clothes and trousers. Wasn't that strange?

What was even more bizarre was that the other person didn't sweat at all.

The helicopter was slowly descending, dust started to swirl, and the loud noise from the rotor blades strangely irritated Chen Shouyi.

The other person was approaching step by step.

One hundred meters!

...

Fifty meters!

...

Thirty meters!

At this moment, the other suddenly glanced at him, with a seemingly ordinary face, but a pair of bright eyes captivating, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile.

Instantly, Chen Shouyi's hair stood on end, feeling an intense sense of danger.

"God of Hunting!"

Without hesitation in his heart, acting decisively, he flung the war bow far away while swiftly transforming.

The distance was too close; using the bow was just courting death.

In the instant of transformation, the opponent drew his sword with a step forward, the air tearing apart, as if moving instantaneously, his shadow extending into a phantom.

Chen Shouyi felt a fierce wind hit his face, a sword light rapidly closing in. In a critical moment, he dodged to the side.

A "boom" was heard.

His clothes were shredded by the air before he could even gasp; another blurry sword light sliced toward his throat, prompting him to retreat with a slide step, dodging again. He kept retreating, forced to the point where he couldn't even draw his sword, feeling as though he was dancing with death at every moment.

Within a few sword strikes, his forehead already glistened with a light sheen of sweat.

The Giant Transformation required time.

At least one second was needed.

Within one second, the opponent could attack dozens or even hundreds of times.

His entire spirit was highly concentrated, his scalp tingling, stretched thin, but the absolute disparity in strength wasn't something escapable merely by trying to dodge. With a hiss, only four moves in, he felt a chill in his abdomen, a long bloody gash cut by the opponent's sword light.

The opponent's power had become even stronger!

Meanwhile, Chen Shouyi's height had just broken two meters.

"I surrender!"

Chen Shouyi quickly shouted loudly.

He had assumed such a lowly trick wouldn't deceive the opponent at all, but unexpectedly, it really stopped the action.

"Mortal, are you ready to submit to me?" The God of Hunting forcefully withdrew the sword aimed at his throat, speaking coldly.

He still had some tolerance.

The opponent held a considerable status among humans, was powerful too. If he could submit, things would be much easier.

He had long recognized a fact: the barbarians were ignorant; conquering this world needed reliance on the native inhabitants here.

Seizing the opportunity while the other spoke, Chen Shouyi quickly completed his transformation, thoroughly exhaling in relief, a faint sarcasm showing on his face, in a muffled voice:

"Fool, you'd believe me just after one sentence?"

Hearing this, the God of Hunting was slightly stunned, immediately filled with rage, eyes ablaze.

No one!

Could deceive his emotions like this!

No one!

Could humiliate him so wantonly.

Yet before his wrath could explode, he felt the air suddenly thicken as a fist the size of a clay pot enveloped in white mist rapidly enlarged before his eyes, tearing his clothes before even striking.

His expression changed urgently, retreating ghost-like, taking only one step before being hit by a gust of air, sent flying backward.

The Giant Transformation's amplification of strength and physique correlated with body size in proportions.

For instance, from an original height of 1.80 meters to a transformed height of 3 meters,

The amplification was 1.67 times.

Strength wasn't increased by 1.67 times but rather by 1.67^3, equating to a 4.6 times increase.

Physique was the same.

Only agility diminished by twenty percent.

While his strength hadn't increased much over this time, it still rose by 0.4, equivalent to a twenty percent increase, reflecting the same growth in the Giant Transformation.

Although the God of Hunting had become stronger, he improved even more, particularly in agility and intelligence, nearly doubling, significantly narrowing the gap between them.

...

The God of Hunting secretly thought, "this isn't good."

In midair, unable to leverage, this wasn't some otherworld where he could use divine power to fly; on earth, he was much like an ordinary being, forced to watch as the giant form neared, step by step.

The next moment, an enormous hand, thick with atmosphere, bore down on him.

He swiftly twisted, thrusting his sword at Chen Shouyi's chest, intending to save with an offensive maneuver.

However, Chen Shouyi paid no heed, even as the sword pierced his chest, his hand heavily landed on the god's chest.

Only a "boom" was heard.

His body was slammed heavily to the ground, creating a shallow pit.

The God of Hunting felt intense pain throughout, bones groaning, somewhat disoriented from the fall, and before he could react, he felt his leg grabbed.

In the next moment, everything spun wildly.

With a "boom"!

He spat out a mouthful of blood suddenly, bones emitting crisp breaking sounds.

Chen Shouyi, grabbing his leg, displayed a savage expression, ceaselessly slamming him heavily onto the ground.

The scene resembled an adult mercilessly beating a child from kindergarten.

Ferocious and brutal.

The explosive thunder of impacts, relentless and unending, rippled across the street in waves.

The asphalt road continuously shattered, dust swirling, a veritable whirl of sand and rocks.

The scent of blood in the air grew sharper, and the struggling weaker.

Chen Shouyi vented by smashing a dozen times before stopping.

Feeling utterly exhilarated!

The God of Hunting had turned into a battered, blood-smeared figure, with all bones shattered, yet he wasn't dead, his torn mouth moving slightly, his sole remaining eye full of venom:

"You... desecrate... the god... tiny ant, we... will meet again..."

"Shame, you said the same thing last time too!" Chen Shouyi dismissed with a laugh.

With that, he stomped heavily with a large foot, unleashing tens of tons of force abruptly.

With a crunching noise, the god's skull shattered like a watermelon, brain matter splattering the ground.

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