I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

With a punch imbued with the power of twins, Xue Jing blasted a spiral-shaped passage through the roots in front of him. He passed through the passage, while the woman in black robes was lifted away from her original spot.

His gaze was fixed on the black-robed woman moving not far away. He flipped his body in mid-air, stepping on a root, intending to use it for leverage.

At this moment, countless roots surged towards him, their enormous size and rapid speed revealing the immense kinetic energy they carried, causing the air to emit a sharp whistling sound along the way.

Xue Jing had no choice but to stop. His skin began to sprout dense dragon scale marks, and then he began to spin rapidly in place, transforming into a tornado top.

Turning into golden scales!

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”

Touching its roots is like touching a wood chipper, constantly breaking apart and making a sound like a chainsaw cutting wood, with countless wood chips and pieces flying and falling in all directions.

However, the number of roots was endless, showing no sign of stopping, and continued to lash out at the spinning Xue Jing.

Xue Jing understood that if this continued, it would never end. He stopped spinning, activated Twin Speed, randomly selected a root and stepped on it, moving back and forth in the air at extremely high speed, with countless roots chasing after him.

"Give up, it's pointless," the woman in black robes continued to persuade her.

She stared at Xue Jing, who was moving quickly, and sighed inwardly as she spoke.

'To have mastered martial arts to such a degree at such a young age is truly remarkable.'

'However, you're out of luck. My secret technique just happens to be the counter to martial artists...'

The woman in black robes controlled the roots beneath her feet, carefully gliding through the air, always maintaining a distance of at least tens of meters from Xue Jing.

Although victory is assured, caution is still necessary; one must not allow a martial artist to get close.

After a while, Xue Jing, who was constantly dodging and weaving in the air, suddenly caught his breath.

When breathing becomes disordered, the rhythm of energy circulation also becomes disrupted, and the speed slows down considerably.

"Did you notice?" The woman in black smiled slightly as she saw his movements slow down, and controlled the countless roots to stop.

Xue Jing landed on the ground and instinctively took two deep breaths, but the amount of oxygen he inhaled was negligible.

"The air is getting thinner," the woman in black said softly.

Seeing that she didn't continue her attack, Xue Jing frowned and asked, "What did you do?"

The woman stood in the air, smiled, and stretched out her hand to the right. A thick, green root, like a puppy, came to her palm and was stroked by her.

Do you know what kind of plant this is?

Xue Jing didn't reply, and the woman didn't seem to insist on an answer, continuing on her own:

“'Nagusum Chalatorus' is the child’s name.”

"It is a plant that grows in another world. The name is a transliteration of a language from another world, and its original meaning is 'a whore who sees air as a man'."

"It's a rather crude name, but it's very apt."

"Unlike plants in our world, this child cannot perform photosynthesis, nor can it absorb carbon dioxide and release oxygen. On the contrary, it has a respiratory ability similar to that of humans and feeds on oxygen."

"Furthermore, its oxygen-absorbing efficiency far exceeds that of humans; it can only be described as ferocious, making it a very environmentally unfriendly animal."

The woman looked down at Xue Jing.

“Martial artists need to coordinate their breathing when using their strength. Without a large supply of oxygen, you can’t exert your strength. Right now, all the air around us has been sucked away by this child, and it’s so thin that you and I can barely keep from suffocating.”

"Martial artists who cannot use their internal energy lose one-tenth of their fighting strength... You'd better come back with me obediently."

"After all, we'll be colleagues in the future, and I don't want to force you into a relationship; that would be too ugly..."

Xue Jing took a few deep breaths, but his expression remained unchanged despite the seemingly hopeless situation.

"I see, no wonder you're so confident," he said softly.

The woman tilted her head: "Don't even think about leaving this 'forest'... You can't escape. You just saw how fast these kids are. You absolutely can't escape without using your full strength."

"Escape?" Xue Jing shook his head.

He glanced around at the countless roots that were densely packed together—and at the large patches of shadow cast on the ground by the roots blocking the sunlight.

Countless streams of black energy were drawn from the vast expanse of shadow and flowed toward Xue Jing.

Upon seeing this, the woman in the black robe finally changed her expression.

She stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "This..."

What the hell?

"Although I don't really want to be exposed," Xue Jing said slowly, looking directly at her.

Countless black currents surged and swirled around his body.

"boom--"

Black flames ignited and burned on his body, forming a black flame coat that made him look like a god of the underworld draped in death.

"You don't actually think... you're the only one who can do magic, do you?"

Xue Jing clenched his fist, and a ball of black flame exploded, bursting into countless tiny black fireballs the size of a thumb.

Countless fireballs scattered, flying towards the woman in the air like raindrops.

Countless streams of black energy were drawn from the shadows and absorbed by the black fireball, causing it to grow larger and larger. By the time it reached the woman, it had grown from the size of a thumb to the size of a basketball.

Countless black fireballs, like a rain of meteors, violently hurtled towards the woman.

"How can this be!"

The woman quickly controlled her countless roots, sending them hurtling towards the countless black fireballs.

"You... are also a recipient of the Gift!?"

The black flames struck the rootstock like an eraser, erasing a section of it as if an annihilation reaction had occurred.

Countless fireballs wiped away countless roots, leaving wounds that looked as if they had been gnawed by a giant beast, rather than being burned by flames.

"Come on, come on, magic, huh? Oxygen, huh? You slut, huh?"

Xue Jing cursed and swore, as countless black flames ignited around his body.

"I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary martial artist, but all I got in return was contempt."

"I'm not pretending anymore, I can do magic too, I'm fucking laying my cards on the table."

He clenched his fist, and the black flames burning in the air instantly came to life, transforming into dozens of crows with white, hollow eyes.

Dozens of crows flapped their wings, opened their beaks, and made a silent cawing sound as they flew toward the woman in the air.

"What kind of ability is this? Which alien god are you a recipient of this power from?"

The woman asked with a serious expression, and with a wave of her hand, she controlled countless roots to grab at the crows.

At the same time, dozens more roots rushed towards Xue Jing himself.

The situation has changed, and she can no longer hold back.

Xue Jing chuckled and clasped his hands together.

Countless streams of black energy were drawn from the vast shadows and condensed onto his body.

Black flames ignited from his body, came alive, and gradually covered his entire body, forming a black humanoid upper body that enveloped him, and then continued to expand.

The black humanoid figure gradually took on a concrete form, with scales covering its body, forming a full suit of armor resembling the armor worn by infantrymen in the Song Dynasty.

The humanoid form only has an upper body, is about six meters tall, and envelops Xue Jing in its belly. It is black and semi-transparent, and its body is covered with black flames. Under the masked helmet, only two white, empty eyes are visible.

"The world of trees has descended, huh? I'll unleash my Susanoo!"

Black energy swirled around the black giant's hand, condensing into a jet-black longsword.

"Come on, the Ninja World War begins!"

……

(Sweating profusely, please stop scolding me, I'll try to update more and speed up the pace...)

Chapter 131 You didn't expect that, did you? I can even do Tsukuyomi! This is how our Uchiha clan works.

Countless thick, tentacle-like roots attacked, but Xue Jing, controlling the black, semi-transparent giant, slashed diagonally with his enormous longsword.

The air howled sharply as more than a dozen roots were cleanly severed by the sharp blade, while dozens more crashed into the black giant's body.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Like the sound of hitting a steel plate, the black giant's armor was punctured with several dents and holes, but because of its enormous size, the roots stopped after penetrating a meter or two.

"Tsk, the current limit of material strength that Shadow Flame Activation can form is still not quite enough."

Xue Jing controlled the giant, and with a swing of his giant longsword, severed all the roots that had pierced his body.

Then countless black streams of energy appeared at the wound site. After a wriggling motion, the wound gradually healed and returned to its original state.

On the other side, dozens of Shadowflame Ravens flew towards the woman in black robes. Their inherent intelligence allowed them to dodge the roots that were blocking them in mid-air and nimbly approach.

"This is...alive?"

The woman in black robes was surprised, but she remained calm. With a casual wave of her hand, dozens of roots swirled around her, enveloping her in a huge, thick wooden ball.

The Shadowflame Crows opened their beaks, uttered silent cries, and crashed into the wooden ball as if committing suicide.

"Bang—bang bang bang—"

The crows burst into flames upon impact, creating large holes in the wooden sphere. However, the sphere, composed of dozens of thick roots, was very sturdy, and other roots kept reaching out to fill the gaps after each impact, preventing the crows from breaking through.

After the crow crashed and disappeared, the tattered wooden ball twitched and a crack appeared.

The woman in black robes peered through the gap at Xue Jing, who had materialized into a black, semi-transparent giant below.

The roots kept attacking him, but with a swing of the huge longsword, a burst of air was created in the thin air, severing all the attacking roots and leaving countless pieces of wood on the ground.

"What kind of ability is this... I've never heard of any other cult that possesses the power to control this strange black flame."

The woman pondered.

"It can even be transformed into matter, or even into a living being with spirituality... Isn't that a bit too convenient?"

"Or is this not the power of an alien god, but the power of some divine relic I don't know about?"

Xue Jing, below, also looked up at the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed.