Super Dimensional Academy

The air vibrated, then suddenly stopped.

The collision of meteorites and tornadoes, the collision of phoenixes and spearheads.

All the energy impacts converged on Feng Mo's right hand.

This scene shocked even the gods beyond measure.

Because this is... a god-king level technique!

Feng Mo's lips curled up.

"Heaven and Earth, Creation Across the Land"

As soon as he finished speaking, he extended his index and middle fingers, forming a sword-like finger that suddenly slashed out, creating a sword beam that reached the heavens and the earth, becoming unique in the world!

Then... it pierced through Bahram's body!

Chapter 113

Blood splattered, staining the floor of the council chamber red.

Bahram's chest was mangled and bleeding profusely from the horrific wound.

Snapped……

Bahram swayed and eventually collapsed to his knees.

With this movement, the wound was aggravated, and more blood flowed out.

The gods, still reeling from their shock, gasped in unison.

Just one move!

With just one move, Bahram, who had power close to that of a god, was defeated!

In fact, given his miserable state, no one would doubt that he was on the verge of death.

So God... is he really this fragile...?

The gods, who had not experienced a war of gods for countless years, were all stunned speechless by the scene before them.

Are they too arrogant?

Or is Feng Mo just too strong?

Otherwise, why would a dignified deity be so fragile?

They never imagined that a single blow from a mere mortal could so easily and severely injure one of them.

However, gods are gods after all, and they quickly emerged from the vicious cycle of self-doubt.

After that, they felt a powerful sense of dread about Feng Mo.

Gods cannot be weak, even if many of them have not fought for thousands of years.

Even if they stand still and allow mortals or even lower-level gods to attack them, they cannot break through their divine bodies.

Therefore, the only answer is...

Feng Mo is too powerful!

This is simply a monster!

“I don’t like repeating myself.” Feng Mo suddenly withdrew his power and sat back down in his chair. “Tell me your answers.”

Fen Tian took a deep breath and looked at Feng Mo with an uncertain expression: "I'll give you my right to draw lots."

"Mine is mine, and mine is yours too."

Venus was truly terrified. She was not good at fighting, not to mention that much of Roman mythology was based on Greek mythology.

Therefore, the Roman pantheon, which was originally considered a superior mythological system, was downgraded after its arrival and became the bottom of the middle pantheon.

Lacking both personal strength and a powerful background, she had no right to resist.

Athena smiled and said, "Then, the Greek one is yours too. Use it well, and remember to give me some preferential treatment when you return it to me."

Nut: "You can have it if you want it, but you should remember the rule I mentioned, right? The more you draw repeatedly, the more faith power you need."

Kukulkan snorted coldly and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Ultimately, the gods present were forced to relinquish the right to draw lots to Feng Mo.

The World Mythology Conference has concentrated all one hundred lottery draw rights in the hands of a mortal. This is unprecedented, and no one would dare to do it again!

Offending almost every mythological system—besides Feng Mo, who else would dare to do such a thing?

Meanwhile, some of the gods were secretly sneering, waiting to see Feng Mo make a fool of himself.

Indeed, Feng Mo is very strong in combat.

But he is not a god after all, so how can his power of faith be compared with those of gods who rely on mythological systems?

In this lottery system that requires the power of faith, what good would it do if he obtained a hundred chances to draw lots?

In the end, it was all just embarrassing, and we had no choice but to give it back to them!

Feng Mo: "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

He understood what those people were thinking, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he gave them a provocative look.

Hey~

A crisp sound echoed.

As Feng Mo raised his hand, a piece of paper floated out of the pond and landed in his hand.

Feng Mo looked down and said, "0. Looks like I'm pretty lucky."

He then beckoned with his finger toward the pond.

The second one, 2.

The third one, 1.

The fourth card, 0.

The fifth card, 0.

The gods' expressions subtly changed.

The tenth card, 2.

Athena narrowed her eyes.

……

The thirteenth card, 1.

Fen Tian frowned.

……

The twentieth card, 0.

Even Shen Gongbao, who knew the least about the mystery, showed a shocked expression.

Although she didn't understand how much faith power was required for this lottery, she clearly remembered that when Senior Hongyun came to draw last time, he had already started to collapse by the fifteenth draw and had given the remaining five chances back to the Indian pantheon.

Ke Fengmo, without batting an eye, drew twenty sheets!

The drawing continues, the thirtieth draw, number 2.

They stared at Feng Mo as if they had seen a ghost.

Bahram, who had just finished treating his wounds, was so shocked that his wounds reopened and he almost died of fright on the spot.

However, at this moment, Feng Mo stopped.

The gods breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it seems he was only outwardly calm, but in reality he was already exhausted.

Feng Mo rested his chin on his right hand, frowning slightly: "So slow."

After uttering such a selfless complaint, he raised his hands, and the power of his faith materialized, forming a net that he cast down.

He scooped up ten at once!

"What the hell?!!!"

The gods' jaws nearly dropped to the ground.

They've lived all these years, participated in so many commemorations, and this is the first time they've ever seen a lottery like this.

No, no, no, others draw lots, but Feng Mo is drawing lots!

Feng Mo raised an eyebrow and glanced around mockingly.

Compared to the power of faith?

In terms of sheer numbers, he is still a far cry from being a god.

But it's more about purity.

The gods are not even worthy to carry his shoes.

What is the purity of the power of faith?

That is pure and unadulterated. For modern people, believing in a few gods and worshipping whichever god they encounter is commonplace.

The impurities in it are self-evident.

But what about Feng Mo?

His faith comes from the Naruto world, where he is the only god!

The purity of his faith even surpasses that of god-kings and saints!

In the lottery, the power of pure faith requires far less energy than that of the gods!

Wow…

The web of faith has been retrieved once more, containing the number of paper scraps...

Sixty sheets!

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The scene fell silent as people looked at the hundred pieces of paper floating around Feng Mo.

After several consecutive attacks, the gods almost fell into a state of numbness.

Retrieving sixty pieces of paper at once was truly beyond their comprehension.

'Absolutely! We mustn't mess with him!'

'We absolutely must not make him our enemy!'

'We absolutely cannot let him live!'

Three ideas flashed through the minds of the gods.

The gods' attitude has changed dramatically since the beginning of the meeting.

The gods who initially didn't take Feng Mo seriously now harbor murderous intent in their hearts.

If Feng Mo were allowed to continue growing, they simply couldn't imagine whether other pantheons would have any chance of survival.

Compared to these gods, Athena was even more determined to unite with Feng-Mo.

It's not China, it's Feng Mo.

As the first deity to encounter Feng Mo, Athena was distinctly different from the others.

Because she knew what level Feng Mo's initial strength was at.

From the moment I first met her, I saw the strength that allowed her to barely kill her human form.

Even now, they can suppress even lesser gods with a wave of their hand.