A God’s Final Gamble
The battlefield crackled with divine energy. The gods hesitated.
Su Chen's eyes gleamed as he gripped his spear, sensing the shift in power. The dark-armored god had vanished, and the remaining divine beings wavered. For the first time, the so-called "higher beings" looked… uncertain.
His soldiers sensed it too. Their war cries filled the air, their attacks growing fiercer. Momentum was on their side.
But the gods wouldn't surrender so easily.
One of them—a towering figure cloaked in golden flames—stepped forward.
"Enough," the god rumbled. "You are but mortals. You forget your place."
He raised his hands, golden runes forming in the air. Reality warped. The battlefield trembled.
A divine domain.
Su Chen's expression sharpened. "So, you're finally taking this seriously?"
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The Trial of Gods
BOOM!
The world shifted. The sky above them twisted into swirling gold and black, and the earth cracked apart beneath their feet.
Su Chen and his army were suddenly standing on an endless battlefield, separate from reality itself.
A divine arena.
The golden-flamed god's voice echoed. "This is the domain of trials, where only the worthy may stand."
Then, without warning—hundreds of figures appeared.
Legends. Heroes. Fallen warriors.
Su Chen's eyes widened as he saw familiar faces. His comrades from his past life.
His mentor. His closest allies. All recreated in divine form.
They stood in front of him, weapons drawn, their faces unreadable. But their eyes burned with battle lust.
"Prove yourself," the god commanded. "Defeat them… or be erased."
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The Gods' Desperation
Su Chen exhaled slowly, scanning his new enemies.
The gods were getting desperate. They wanted to break his will, force him to hesitate.
But they had underestimated one thing.
Su Chen did not fear the past.
If they wanted him to fight legends—then he would surpass them.
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The Battle Begins
A warrior lunged at him, blade flashing. Su Chen sidestepped, twisting his spear with precision. CLANG! Sparks flew as steel met divine energy.
Another opponent charged—a familiar swordsman from his past life. Faster. Stronger than before.
Su Chen barely blocked in time. These weren't just illusions.
They were real.
Empowered by divine will.
He gritted his teeth. Then I'll break them with my own.
BOOM!
A wave of tier 11 energy exploded from Su Chen's body, forcing his opponents back. His golden spear shone like a miniature sun, its tip pulsing with raw power.
One by one, the warriors attacked. One by one, he countered.
He didn't fight recklessly. He fought with purpose.
Each strike carried his past regrets. Each movement defied the fate that once bound him.
The gods watched in silent fury.
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The Final Opponent
Finally, after cutting down dozens, only one enemy remained.
Su Chen's breath came heavy, his grip steady. He looked up—
And froze.
Standing before him, clad in blood-red robes, was…
Himself.
A mirror image.
The past Su Chen—the one who had failed. The one who had lost everything.
The golden-flamed god's voice echoed once more. "Your greatest enemy… is yourself."
Su Chen's eyes narrowed.
"Then let's end this."