Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 739 - 588: Victory and Epigraph

Boom!In the next moment, Magaras’ brain was operating furiously, vibrating with great frequency, ten thousand years, a million years...

Ugh! Because of experiencing too much time in mania, he felt mentally exhausted, his head throbbed with pain, and the whole of him was forcibly sustained by sheer will.

In the next instant, his skin surprisingly exhibited the traits of qi and blood, stepping into a new realm.

He threw a punch.

As if the entire continental shelf beneath the sea was trembling, causing surrounding tsunamis.

Even the lantern fish beside him were forcefully swept away,

"What is martial arts!!" an angry yet resilient voice came through, "Martial arts are the skill gained through practice! They are body instincts... You have a path, I will go and practice!"

Magaras’ pupils contracted violently due to the pain,

"Without Wisdom, then make up with time!"

"Without ability, then catch up with time!"

Magaras continued to leap, chaotic power emanated from his claws, his tail, God was shockingly blasted away using more proficient Martial Dao techniques.

A trace of bloodthirsty excitement flashed across Magaras’ face, "Everyone says I, Magaras, am a genius, I established the Country of Time, I am the master of time... Only I know, I am a mediocre talent!"

"I have no originality."

"I’ve hid in the shadows, waiting for every genius to rise and then seize their achievements to gain the name of a genius."

"From start to finish... I’m the dumbest among the gods, once you all advance to the supreme tenth level and leave, my mediocrity is exposed, no matter how hard I try, how much time I spend, I can’t keep up with your pace, can’t pierce through that paper window to step into the supreme tenth level."

"I have 99% perspiration, 1% inspiration is absent, so I can only squat in the Oasis, toil hard, toil hard, and toil again!"

"I have always firmly believed... Choosing me as the God of Time is precisely because I believe that the sweat of diligence can defeat so-called geniuses!"

Magaras continued to jump, fight, throwing punch after punch onto God’s body, grinning broadly with his teeth bared.

He landed a punch on God.

But in the next moment, his fist was shockingly shaken open by an even more terrifying force.

At that instant, Magaras understood, God’s world-shocking Wisdom once again broke through the limit, he researched the third stage.

Qi and Blood Martial Dao, tempered bone realm.

Magaras grinned, "As long as I see direction from you, my effort... is enough!!!"

In the next moment, countless years flowed in his mind, his eyes flashed with deep vicissitudes, his whole being’s will almost dimmed by the dazzling years.

"Not enough! Not enough..." he gritted his teeth and accelerated, his bones were tempered, an even stronger force burst from his body.

Finally...

He caught up with God’s pace.

No, he was stronger than God! God pioneered a whole new next realm, and he polished this realm with countless time, having an advantage in Martial Dao practice.

Martial Dao has no shortcut, only constant hard practice, hard practice, hard practice.

The sweat of mediocrity is more effective than the spark of genius.

"I can win!"

In the next moment, Magaras had an epiphany, his entire serpent body continuously transformed, starting to bite the body of the lantern fish, continually tearing and swallowing the divine object’s flesh.

Magaras’ body was growing, blood surged, tempering skin, refining bone, among changes in his body, a tall, handsome man slowly appeared in the deep sea.

He instantly vanished from his original place, a punch landed on God’s forehead.

Frenzied friction of skin, fierce collision of bones, dense wounds appeared on both bodies, blood vessels burst out copious amounts of blood into the ocean.

As if the Sea of Chaos was going to be beaten into air form by them.

"God, do you know... At the moment I met you, I knew I would defeat you."

"Because I know I am the god of mediocrity, and you are the God of Wisdom, we are destined to..."

A long sigh, wavering into God’s ears, as if it always carried a flavor of fate,

"This is... the clash between genius and mediocrity."

God’s expression was indifferent, his figure continually flickered, fighting together with this gigantic deep-sea Giant.

From fate’s perspective, the battle in front of them indeed favored Magaras.

Tenth level, cultivating Chaos Heaven Opening heart.

Eleventh level, constructing a blood body centered on the heart.

At this moment, requires the heart’s blood to take the Martial Dao route, tempering skin membrane, bones, muscles... surprisingly returned to life’s most fundamental tempering route.

And Martial Dao... mediocrity indeed holds an advantage, skill gained through practice.

Every punch, every strike, Magaras was like he had practiced hard in a secret chamber for hundreds of thousands of years, almost integrating into instincts, even possessing the momentum formed by Martial Dao qi and blood will, like big waves coming, unavoidable.

God was beaten retreating continuously by the tempestuous offensive.

Transmission.

Evolution.

Time.

Magaras’ power continuously exploded, at the last moment, this historically most mediocre talent squeezed out his potential.

Attack attack attack, his head was almost befuddled, only this one thought remained.

Kill the opponent, plunder the divine object, finally turning into a pure beast, losing Wisdom, sinking into the deep sea.

"Magaras..." God’s figure suddenly became gentle and calm, "You are indeed one of the most interesting opponents in history... Then let’s see time is short, according to the current sinking speed, only the last hundred meter distance remains, who can take the final victory."

"Come!" Magaras became more violent, his entire being turned into a white figure.

Without any fancy techniques, both sides collided with a boom, like two ancient giant beasts.

Victory or defeat was in this instant.

...

In the distance.

To say, the Witchcraft Celestial Maiden really had a bit of strong luck on her side.

She had just broken through not long ago, originally couldn’t reach that area, would completely exhaust strength, lose oxygen and drown.

Yet coincidentally encountered the battle of those two monsters, the ocean currents caused by them pushed her forward, letting her approach the realm of the Octopus Creator.

At this time, hiding in this area, the Witchcraft Celestial Maiden felt her scalp tingling, watching the sky’s battle, "This world is simply too crazy."

Only a boom was heard, two twisted qi and blood forces collided, the entire ocean current began to twist.

"Who won?"

Just as the Witchcraft Celestial Maiden, and the local strongmen of the Octopus Creator were wondering in disbelief, they witnessed an unforgettable scene.

"That is..."

A gigantic humanoid figure slowly sank down.

On his shell, golden inscriptions gradually appeared, vaguely writing a Divine Spirit story of the God of Time, serving as an epitaph, slowly sinking.

An era of the God of Time, thus ended his story.

"That is..." The Witchcraft Celestial Maiden opened her mouth, yet couldn’t say a word, though the scene was silent as death, it gave people an intense oppressive feeling of horror.