I'm a magnetic field madman

It's not about smashing those tiny planets or swimming among stars to prove anything; such pointless things are like driving wooden stakes into the ground—completely meaningless.

The power of a strong magnetic field expert must be demonstrated in battles against other strong individuals!

Unfortunately, Bai Wujie has never truly encountered a powerful opponent who can rival him.

From strength to realm to influence, he was not fortunate enough to encounter such an opponent—therefore, this war was an opportunity for him to test his strength and hone his skills!

The whetstone he chose for himself was none other than the God of War!

Because perhaps there is no more suitable whetstone than him...

Even in Bai Wujie's era, the renowned Thousand Army Martial God was a legendary figure—a perfect martial artist, an extremely powerful martial god, possessing the ultimate strength of 999,900 horses!

In comparison, while other powerful figures may also have the desire to make Bai Wujie take action, his ultimate target for sharpening his blade is still Bai Qianjun.

Therefore, Bai Wujie suppressed his desire to fight and devoted himself to the great cause of strengthening the planet, while constantly honing his strength and waiting for the moment to prove himself!

But now, Shou Niang's words made Bai Wujie unable to bear it any longer!

Nine hundred and ninety thousand horsepower!

A powerful individual with such extraordinary strength, no matter what... even if he were a Yafei, would still be someone Bai Wujie could use to hone his skills!

Ugh!! How could Bai Wujie possibly tolerate this?

A battle, a battle facing death!

A battle that elevates or plunges you to the limit!

Whenever I think of those joys I once experienced! Dancing in the abyss of death, walking on the edge of a knife, the indescribable thrill and joy.

Wow!! Bai Wujie was already eagerly anticipating raising the flag!!

Even facing possible death is nothing to them; the strong always live towards death!

Without hesitation, Bai Wujie, who was training in the sun, directly opened a rift leading to this world, and immediately activated the teleportation the moment the coordinates were anchored!

However, the final destination of the teleportation was not the predetermined target.

"Why the rush, my friend?"

That familiar, irritating voice rang in Bai Wujie's ears, instantly making him incredibly annoyed.

He turned his head. In this dimly lit movie theater, who else but Da Neng would be holding popcorn and soda, watching this never-ending movie?

"Friend, you don't need to choose them as your opponents."

The powerful figure gestured for Bai Wujie to sit down next to him, pointed to the battle between Po Meng and Bai Ci Nan on the big screen, and smiled at Bai Wujie...

"Broken Dream and Bai Cinan? Putting the former aside for now, I think the latter might be a better whetstone for me than Bai Qianjun."

Although incredibly annoyed, Bai Wujie calmly sat down, stared at the screen for a moment, and said indifferently…

"What do you mean by 'leaving the former aside'? It took me a lot of effort to give that stubborn religious fanatic such power," the powerful figure said with considerable dissatisfaction, but then his tone shifted and he chuckled…

"But no matter what, my friend, this Shiro Cinan is no match for you."

"Although he possesses the ultimate strength of 999,900 horses... haven't you noticed that he's merely a 'God of War,' not his true form?"

Even without the powerful being saying it, Bai Wujie could see it. Moreover, he could see that Bai Jingtian, who had been tricked by the powerful being's ill-intentioned gift, had had most of his life force drained away.

"You see, if he were your opponent, you definitely wouldn't have a very satisfying fight," the powerful figure laughed.

"He dares not go all out, but you—if you want to fight him, you must break free of your power lock and advance from your current self-imposed 750,000. But are you truly ready to grow your power?"

"Or rather, have you truly decided to use your long-planned 'trump card' here?"

Of course not.

Bai Wujie let out a long sigh. Although he was very unhappy, the powerful being was right—Bai Wujie was not yet ready to take a new step.

With the power of 750,000 horses, he bound himself to this realm, just as he had once locked himself to 500,000 horses.

He wanted to use this level to comprehend more of the ultimate essence of power, and the best way to train his power was to replace himself with a star, using a low power of 750,000 to resist the high temperature of millions of degrees, and at the same time to comprehend the soul of the star.

To put it bluntly, this spontaneous "first man's way" is also an irreversible process... If this hurdle is crossed, even if Bai Wujie seals the power later, the efficiency of cultivation will be greatly reduced due to instinct!

The experience of struggling against the possibility of dying at any moment is completely different from the cultivation of having the luxury of surviving at any time!

Yes, if his goal is to become the ultimate powerhouse, he really shouldn't be so willful.

"Friend, is your goal merely a mere million units of power?" the powerful figure laughed.

"Throughout history, there have been many people who have reached this level—of course, being able to generate a million horsepower and surviving after generating it are two different things... However, such figures are not absolutely rare in our history."

“Even geniuses like Skynet can create such powerful beings. So, my friend, you wouldn’t be so unambitious as to strive for this goal as your ultimate goal, would you?”

At this point, the powerful figure opened his arms and chuckled softly…

"It's good that you want to test your power. And everything you've done has been done in a solid and methodical way, hasn't it? Compared to an incomplete Shiro, isn't a complete or even stronger Thousand Army Martial God your goal?"

"You're right, I was being willful," Bai Wujie readily admitted.

Although he was very unhappy, he did need to continue to endure it. His goal was to become the ultimate strongman, so he shouldn't be so narrow-minded.

"Haha, I knew you were a reasonable person, Wujie." The powerful figure chuckled, patting Bai Wujie on the shoulder, and continued...

"Since we're here, why don't we enjoy this grand performance together?"

"I've prepared for quite some time to receive such a grand investiture from six kingdoms!!"

……

"Ninety-nine hundred thousand horsepower - Sever the Tiger's Path!!"

"Ninety-nine thousand bolts of power - Holy King's Cross Break!!"

Above the Earth, two terrifying forces clashed and fought each other, yet due to their overwhelmingly powerful realms, they almost completely concentrated their power on each other.

They strangled each other, their terrifying forces clashing constantly, their goal being to take the other's life!

In contrast, the second son's moves were undoubtedly more ruthless and domineering!

Like a raging storm, the second son's offensive was relentless!

Fierce! Powerful! Strong! Powerful! Overbearing! That's what makes it incredibly powerful!

Despite the fierce offensive, the second son felt no thrill from the battle!

Because he had to hold back his power in this battle... because every time he unleashed his immense power, he would witness the astonishing sight of a tiny fraction of life!

The second son, who manifested in the form of a terrifying war god, consumed tremendous life force with every action he took in battle!

This is also why the second son dared not go all out!

He didn't even dare to summon his war god, for fear that he would kill his weakened son in the process!

With such constraints, not to mention having to watch his son suffer agonizing battles every time he intervenes—how could even a born battle maniac like the Second Prince Emperor possibly find joy?

On the other hand, his opponent, Po Meng, felt immense joy and extreme excitement during this battle!

He hated Bai Cinan to the core, and that's why every time Bai Cinan was anxious or in pain, Po Meng felt as refreshed as drinking an ice-cold beer on a hot summer day!

The fiercer and more impatient Bai Cinan's offensive is, the greater the advantage of Po Meng will be!

Because his strength might not be enough to defeat the second son, but he could easily withstand his attacks!

In a battle between experts, a momentary mistake or impatience can turn into a factor of defeat, let alone in this situation.

Seizing an opportunity presented by the second son, Po Meng unleashed a world-saving demon-slaying fist that struck the second son directly in the face, sending him flying. The combined attack and injury further propelled Jing Tian's already fragile life force to its limit!

The second son's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the towering Broken Dream, but he had to admit that this guy was now a worthy opponent for him, just like his sworn brother.

"Broken Dream! It's fine if you hate me, but Jingtian is not only my son, but also the son of the First Man! There's no need to drag him into our battle!"

"Spare Jingtian, Broken Dream!"

The second son didn't know how he could say such a thing. How could the invincible Bai Cinan say something that sounded like he was begging for mercy?

It's probably because he really loves Jingtian too much. After all, if Pomeng insists on turning this battle into a long thousand-day war, Jingtian will definitely be dragged to his death!

However, if he were to go all out to try and kill Po Meng—the second son, who was currently confused by his concern, did not have that confidence!

"Ha, would Bai Cinan, who killed his father and brother, beg for mercy for his son?"

Po Meng sneered, then glanced back at the dying Jing Tian, ​​remained silent for a moment, and sighed softly…

"Actually, seeing you in such a wretched state, most of the hatred in my heart has dissipated."

Po Meng looked at Bai Cinan and said calmly...

“I know that even if I confront my true self and enter the final state right now, I can't change anything. I am already dead, and when I was resurrected, the ‘Great Power’ showed me the future… There's no need for me to change anything.”

"Perhaps I am not capable of changing the past, nor confident of creating a better future... In that case, my only wish is to avenge myself against you, Bai Cinan."

"But do I really need to take revenge on you? Your life, Bai Cinan, has already been a tragedy worse than death."

At this point, Po Meng chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing how somewhat ridiculous the whole thing was.

Before he confronted his true self and achieved the ultimate state, he had no ability to change everything, but when he had the ability to change something—

It was too late; he could not return to his own world, and in this world—his existence was already a huge scourge to everything.

The reason for seeking out the second man to fight is not just out of narrow-minded revenge, but also because it is the only thing Broken Dream can do.

But now, seeing the second son's ugly appearance, his thoughts have already been largely cleared.

In the end, he wasn't some scumbag like the Second Man and Darkness.

"Then, let's settle this with one strike." Po Meng slowly retracted his fists to his waist and said softly...

"Whether they win or lose, that poor child will have his last breath—though I don't know what his fate will be."

"Jesus breaks the dream, come forth!!"

With his roar and power, what emerges from behind him is the shattered dream of the past and Jesus Christ—his war god, his ego, and everything from his past!

"Broken Dream, you are perhaps the person I, Bai Cinan, should remember and respect."

The second son also calmed his agitation, took a deep breath, and whispered...

At the same time, two war gods emerged behind the second son—a sea tiger and a lion! But these war gods did not seem to be as refined as the one who broke through the dream!

Because the second son has not yet fully comprehended his ultimate realm... and this war god, who is not pure, is at this moment merely sharing the immense pressure of power that the second son is bearing!

"That's why—I want to smash your face to a crisp right now!!"

Without needing to say a word, they truly unleashed their full power and realm of understanding, roaring and howling as their ultimate strength clashed at this moment!

"Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Thousand Nine Hundred Horsepower - Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!!"

"Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Thousand Nine Hundred Horsepower - World-Saving Demon-Slaying Fist!!"

spell!!

122. The death of the ancestor, the death of the Lord

The clash of techniques is a collision of their strongest powers; even when their power is fully restrained, the instant of impact—

boom!

This apocalyptic Earth, this land of steel, this dead planet, was directly blasted apart by this explosive clash!

The planet's fragments flew in all directions like shotgun shells, propelled by the powerful force...

Fortunately, for this lifeless Death Star, this was merely the destruction of a corpse.

Powerful! Powerful! Powerful!

Daddy Daddy!!

As the second son and Broken Dream unleashed their strongest power and techniques at each other, Bai Wujie, who was watching the battle with the powerful figure, could not suppress his frenzied fighting spirit and almost broke the armrests in his hands!

His breathing was rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't wait to throw himself into the center of the battle and become a part of it!

War! War! War! War to the death, turn the world upside down!

but--

He still had his patience after all. After a few rapid breaths and a strong surge of desire, Bai Wujie quickly regained his composure.

It's not the right time yet, it's not the right target, and it's not time to reveal my hand and make a big splash!

"Their battle is over, my friend. It's time for you to step in."

Without needing the powerful being to say anything more, Bai Wujie had already gotten up to prepare. The powerful being smiled and saw Bai Wujie off, while watching the final battle between Po Meng and the second son on the screen, the result was already clear.