Chapter 174: Chapter 129 Battle Between Divination Masters (First Update)_2

Aside from that, he also held numerous titles of being the second best in the world, such as the second greatest martial artist and so on.

With all these titles, coupled with being a Divination Master, Zhao Qin was an overlord here, with hardly anyone daring to defy him.

However, as soon as Fang Cheng entered Capital City, the Divination Master sensed it.

In the depths of the imperial palace, a three-hundred-pound behemoth suddenly awoke from his bed made of golden Phoebe wood.

A life of luxury and indulgence made him obese, with servants at his beck and call causing his weight to increase day by day, which was precisely what Zhao Qin wished to see.

In this way, the Divination Master would not leave the house, and he could inquire whatever he wanted without worrying about other matters.

Gazing towards the city gate, he immediately realized that someone was approaching.

This person’s strength was insignificant, yet he carried a profound sense of oppression. Even separated by tens of thousands of meters, the aura exuded by the stranger felt as imposing as mountains and as inexorable as a prison.

From afar, he almost saw towering peaks reaching into the clouds, and at the same time mountains and rivers under the sun and moon, a mixture of insignificance and grandeur; this duality caused such turmoil in his chest that he felt as if he was about to vomit blood.

After regaining control of his breathing, he took his craft seriously for the first time in a long while and sat cross-legged.

The battles of Divination Masters are invisible.

They need to capture the initiative, predict and triumph over the enemy, discerning the opponent’s true intentions from the faint signs of the future before setting traps to disrupt the enemy’s divination efforts.

The entire process is fraught with danger—a moment’s carelessness can lead to a backlash from the future, causing one’s brain to be scalded as if in a hot pot, leaving them senseless, like an idiot.

The portly man was the first to attack, laying out traps in the future one by one, but they were time and again dismantled. After hundreds of exchanges, he finally laughed triumphantly.

Is that all there is to it?

The opponent seemed not to be using full strength, but the portly man felt that the overall strength of his adversary was indeed weaker than his own, someone he could defeat.

In The Way of Divination, it’s nearly impossible to hide one’s capabilities; a slight probe reveals the levels of each other’s powers. Now it was time for him to demonstrate his skill.

Suddenly boosting his calculating power, traps spread out like a carpet bomb toward Fang Cheng at the city gate, swamping him like a tidal wave, intent on burying him beneath the traps of the future.

To his astonishment, however, the opponent resisted.

The fatty had foreseen a future impenetrable with traps, but amidst the layers of lethal intent, the opponent casually found an alternative exit from the original trap.

How is this possible!

Cold sweat rolled down the chubby cheeks, and the warm room felt as chilling as a cave of ice.

Biting his lip, when he glared with eyes wide, veins popping on his temples and eyes bloodshot, his calculating power reached its limit.

More traps appeared, more lethal moves laid out. Any one of these traps could have terrible consequences in the future, but the opponent casually neutralized each one, disarming them in an unprecedented manner.

It seemed as though the opponent was consistently keeping a stable performance, always displaying a slight edge over him. No matter how hard he tried to push, the opponent always maintained a slight upper hand.

But the portly man couldn’t stop now.

The terrifying vortex had formed; their divination of the future finally provoked divine punishment. A black vortex enveloped them both, turning this war with the future into one where only one could emerge alive.

Putting aside all else, he bellowed, “Bring me sugar water, as much as you can, and bring it now!”

Hearing the portly man’s command, the eunuchs and maids here did not dare to delay, immediately fetching buckets and sugar, dissolving it in water before presenting it to him.

Diving headfirst, he drained the water from the bucket. Sugar turned into energy flooding his brain, while the water rapidly evaporated, filling the room with steam.

A single glance sent his way, he glared fiercely at the attendants and continued to demand, “Don’t stop, bring me water, bring me sugar! And don’t forget the salt!”

Reenergized, a new round of exchanges kicked off.

The black vortex whirled beside them, and he could feel that detestable curse which cursed them, those who dared to peek into the future.

The inky vortex seemed like the hands of Black and White Impermanence, like the brush of a death judge, while Yama’s gaze lingered playfully over them both, as if choosing who to take away.

Even with the constant supply of sugary water, the portly man’s body visibly withered away.

Excess skin hung from his body like dough, and the insane calculations made his cheeks hollow to the point of gauntness. The black vortex clung to both men, preventing any chance of escape.

Knowing that his death was inevitable, The World’s Best Fortune Teller actually laughed.

Looking at his opponent, he saw that the other was also stuck to the vortex, and their fight was bound to end mutually destructive, which at least gave him a sense of revengeful pleasure.

However, his smile had barely appeared when it vanished immediately.

The opponent stepped out of the vortex with ease, as if it were not a vortex but a small pebble on the side of the road.

Such an extraordinary act shattered all of the fat man’s beliefs, tearing apart all the common knowledge he had known before.

The black vortex was a curse from the future; even someone as strong as his own master had suffered excruciatingly after being slightly contaminated, struggling to live but unable to die, until passing away in agony.

But this person…

But this person!

Just before he was dragged into the black vortex, he reached out his hand towards the other side, and screamed with all his might, “Who are you, who in the world are you!”

Fang Cheng didn’t respond.

He just left the place, leaving behind a former fat man who was screaming incessantly.

Although the whole process seemed thrilling, well… that was that.

The creator of this world had clearly put some thought into the fat man, whose soul was stronger, his personal consciousness more intense, and his divination skills were probably a manifestation of the creator, but it was clear that the opponent was not an expert in this respect, not even as good as himself.

He didn’t even know how to avoid the black vortex.

The black vortex was a chaotic future created after a divination skirmish between fortune tellers, containing massive amounts of cause and effect. However, with proper technique, or if one’s power was strong enough, a Palm Thunder could extinguish all cause and effect.

Such chaos was trivial and not worth mentioning.

Sighing, Fang Cheng heard the notification sound in his ear.

Not only him, but the surrounding players also heard this voice.

“Player Fang Cheng Ex has successfully challenged ‘The World’s Best Fortune Teller.’ Congratulations.”

After the simple notification sound, thunder rumbled atop the high mountains, and the statue of Fang Cheng rose from the ground, appearing in front of the players with the title of The World’s Best Fortune Teller.

[Holy cow, that’s awesome! The first goal has been achieved!]

[And it’s The World’s Best Fortune Teller!]

[I had no idea how to complete this goal. I can’t believe someone actually did it.]

[I looked at the goal description. The first step is to read “I Ching,” which is okay; the second step is to find out The World’s Best Fortune Teller’s location and then defeat him. The leap in difficulty is just too much! How is this different from learning that one plus one equals two and then going to prove the Goldbach Conjecture!]

[Incredible, who is this person?]

[Judging from the name, he must be a fan of Fang Cheng. Today I saw weird IDs like “True Fang Cheng,” “Fang Cheng’s Alt,” none of which were real.]

Hearing the players’ discussions, Fang Cheng also felt a bit helpless.

Who would have thought that he couldn’t use his own name?

Huang Ping probably didn’t want others to do evil deeds under his name, hence IDs containing the words “Fang Cheng” were not allowed to be registered, and as a result, the creator himself was blocked.

After sighing, he was about to go and complete the next goal when he saw a squad of cavalry racing towards him.

The leading officer stopped his horse in front of Fang Cheng, looked at him for a while, and then said straightforwardly, “Sir, please come with us.”

Fang Cheng was unfazed by this, mounted the horse, and after being jostled on horseback, lost half his health, and was then forced to learn the advanced skill of horse riding.

Looking at his health bar now reduced to half, Fang Cheng felt that the game being too realistic might not be all that great.

Soon, he met the person who had invited him.

The World’s Best Eunuch, Zhao Qin.