Chapter 694: The Fake God Gets Mocked
Lord Vornak finally stopped moving after being pushed thousands of meters backward.
For a moment, he simply floated there in silence.
His massive hand slowly touched the cracked world patterns on his chest, and his dark iron-like face stiffened.
A Star Realm cultivator had punched him and actually forced him back.
Lord Vornak’s eyes became terrifyingly cold. "Impossible."
Garion floated in the distance, casually rolling his shoulder like he had only finished a warm-up set. "Impossible?"
His purple-black gravity lines pulsed beneath his skin, and the space around him slowly twisted.
"Come on, big guy. Is this all you have after absorbing a planet?"
Lord Vornak’s expression darkened.
Garion tilted his head, his voice turning even more mocking. "You borrowed world power, sucked energy from your own people, acted like a god, and still got pushed back by one punch?"
He pressed his lips together for a second, then let out a short laugh.
"Damn. That’s embarrassing."
Lord Vornak’s anger finally erupted.
RUMBLE!
The world patterns across his body flared with dark light, and the planetary aura around him became heavier. "You arrogant insect!"
Lord Vornak stepped forward.
There was no ground beneath him, but space itself seemed to sink under his foot.
"[World Bearing Body]!"
His enormous frame grew denser, as if the weight of an entire continent had been compressed into his flesh.
"[Planet Shaking Fist]!"
Lord Vornak punched.
BOOOOOOM!
A massive fist shadow tore through space, carrying terrifying physical force and raw world authority.
Garion raised one hand, and purple-black energy spread outward, forming a circular gravity field in front of him.
The fist shadow entered that field and immediately slowed.
The straight attack was dragged sideways, as if an invisible planet had appeared beside it and pulled everything off course.
The fist shadow missed Garion by a few meters and exploded behind him.
BAAAAAANG!
Garion whistled. "That one was better."
Lord Vornak vanished again and appeared above him.
"[Falling World Step]!"
His foot descended like a crashing planet.
Garion’s eyes sharpened.
Instead of dodging normally, he created several gravity points around himself.
One pulled him left.
One pushed him upward.
Another dragged Lord Vornak’s foot slightly downward too early.
In outer space, where there was no ground, Garion’s gravity became his battlefield.
He moved by pulling himself through invisible anchors, changed direction without needing footing, and twisted enemy attacks by bending the force around them.
Lord Vornak’s stomp missed by a hair.
Garion appeared beside his ribs and punched again.
BANG!
Lord Vornak’s body shook.
Garion’s gravity sank into him once more, crushing from the inside.
Lord Vornak roared and swung his arm.
Garion was blasted back, but he quickly stabilized himself with another gravity point behind him.
He laughed softly. "Good. Now you’re starting to feel like a real workout tool."
Lord Vornak’s face twisted with rage. "Workout tool?"
Garion nodded shamelessly. "Yeah. Big, heavy, ugly, and barely useful. Perfect for training."
The veins on Lord Vornak’s forehead bulged.
Garion stretched his neck and smiled wider. "Don’t look so offended. At least I said you’re useful."
Lord Vornak’s aura became even heavier, and the surrounding space groaned under the pressure.
Garion pointed at him casually. "Come on, fake god."
His purple-black gravity gathered around both fists. "Show me something better before I get bored."
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Dahlia, Arden, Mersha, Valtor, and Seira had originally been tearing through their chosen battlefields without much trouble.
Dahlia’s disaster dragons had already swallowed half the sky of her planet.
Arden’s living garden had covered an entire barren wasteland.
Mersha’s poisonous laboratory had turned the atmosphere into a nightmare of strange reactions.
Valtor’s burning domain had made countless Vornak warriors charge at him like lunatics.
Seira’s frozen kingdom had silenced an entire volcanic continent.
For a while, everything had gone smoothly.
Unfortunately, the moment Odren decided to go all out, two enormous world avatars appeared above them.
One rose from the planet Dahlia had chosen.
The other formed between the planets where Mersha, Valtor, and Seira were fighting.
Their bodies were not made of normal flesh.
They were made from raw planetary energy, world authority, and the foundation of Vornak World itself.
One avatar had a body of ocean, storm, and stone, while the other looked like a massive fusion of lava, poison fog, frozen earth, and black metal.
The pressure coming from both avatars had clearly broken past the Star Realm.
For a moment, all five disciples stopped moving.
Dahlia looked at the world avatar in front of her, then glanced toward the distant battlefield where Garion was fighting Lord Vornak.
Her silver-black disaster wings shifted slightly behind her. "Damn."
The other four looked toward her.
Dahlia’s calm expression became a little strange. "Master got the strong one and started beating that Vornak bastard so easily."
Arden adjusted his glasses even though he did not need to, his green eyes studying the two avatars carefully. "Yes, but we can’t do that."
Valtor clicked his tongue, flames crawling across his arms. "You sound too calm about that."
Arden gave him an awkward look. "Because panicking won’t help."
Mersha hugged one of her bottles with both hands, her eyes shining with terrifying curiosity. "Honestly, I kind of want to cut off a piece of that thing and test it."
Seira’s icy throne floated silently behind her. "Do that after we survive."
The massive avatars turned toward them at the same time.
The surrounding space became heavy.
Arden took a deep breath, and his shy expression slowly faded beneath a more serious look. "Let’s split them."
Dahlia looked at him.
Arden pointed toward the storm-ocean avatar. "Sister Dahlia, you take that one."
His gaze moved toward the second avatar. "Mersha, Valtor, Seira, and I will take the other."
Valtor’s flames flared violently. "Four against one? Good. I don’t mind beating the hell out of a fake world monster."
Mersha laughed softly. "Hehehe. Group experiment."
Seira raised one hand, and frost spread through the surrounding space. "Efficient."
Dahlia’s mouth curved slightly as disaster dragons circled around her body. "Fine."
She turned back toward the storm-ocean world avatar, her silver-black dragon eyes glowing with dangerous light. "Then I’ll show this thing what a real disaster looks like."
Arden lifted both hands as roots, vines, flowers, and plant beasts gathered behind him like a living army. "Everyone, please don’t rush too far ahead."
Valtor immediately shot forward in flames. "Too late!"
Arden’s mouth twitched.
He could only sigh.
Of course.
The one thing he asked them not to do was the first thing Valtor did.