Ascending the Heavens as an Evil God

Chapter 239: Live Combat Test

Boom! Boom!

As two muffled sounds rang out, the two figures that just finished condensing in midair were easily blasted apart by two punches from Duanmu Sen, turning into two balls of black fog.

Gu Nan couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

Those two balls of black fog were precisely the shadow servants of Wang He and Zhou Xiaojing. These two Tier 4 shadow servants didn't have any effect at all when facing Duanmu Sen and were blown apart almost instantly.

"Sure enough, it’s a law for bullying newbies…" Gu Nan shook his head a little as he gave this evaluation.

It was within expectations that shadow servants’ strength would decrease from when they were alive, but the Tier 4 shadow servants were far weaker than their former selves.

Even if Wang He and Zhou Xiaojing were slightly weaker than Duanmu Sen, they weren’t so weak that they’d be killed in a single blow—in terms of their actions just now, they were entirely delivering themselves up for Duanmu Sen to kill.

"The shadow servants don’t have high intelligence, which doesn't match their Tier 4 power!" Gu Nan, who also played the summoning route before, saw through the problem at a glance.

When faced with opponents of the same realm, the shadow servants’ measly intelligence wasn’t enough for them to judge what action to take because they couldn’t react quickly enough.

Only when facing weaker opponents or when possessing a huge numerical advantage would these shadow servants be able to truly bring out all their strength.

Duanmu Sen looked at Gu Nan from a distance and said coldly, "Hmph! Your corpse manipulation technique is nothing more than—"

Before his voice fell, Gu Nan's figure had suddenly appeared behind him, and a heavy blow smashed down on the back of his head.

Clang!

The sound of a metallic impact rang out. Duanmu Sen’s entire body was blown away, but he quickly steadied himself and didn't seem to be hurt.

Duanmu Sen's Shinto golden body was more compact than his daughter's, and his strengthening direction also seemed to be different—his strengthening was aimed more at improving defense.

Duanmu Sen still had a wooden expression, but before he could speak, Gu Nan launched another lightning-fast punch.

After repeating this several times, Gu Nan suddenly stopped. Instead, a long blade came out of Duanmu Sen’s abdomen.

"Wang He!"

The power of the familiar soul-cutting sword made Duanmu Senton roar with rage, but he immediately remembered—Wang He was already dead.

He suddenly turned around and saw "Wang He" standing behind him with dark skin that was torn in certain places, revealing patches of darkness underneath.

Even half of Wang He's face was cracked open, and black fog was slowly repairing his body.

But it was precisely such a Wang He whose hands didn’t tremble in the slightest as he stabbed Duanmu Sen while fixing his gaze tightly on him, watching Duanmu Sen’s every move.

"But their attack didn’t drop too much," Gu Nan concluded from the side.

For a gamer like him, the primary concern of any ability must be its actual combat usefulness.

Even if it was the law of resurrection specially built for managing his Divine Kingdom, Gu Nan would still try to use it in actual combat—in a top player’s eyes, there were no useless skills, only players who didn’t know how to use them.

Many people considered resurrection as useless in actual combat, but after Gu Nan's simple test, he still found some advantages.

For example, the most intact qualities shadow servants retained from their living selves were their abilities’ special attributes and their attack power rather than defense. In fact, they didn’t actually need defense either, because the nature of shadow servants meant they were immortal.

Although Duanmu Sen killed them once, pure physical attacks couldn’t destroy their souls, which were protected by the law of resurrection. Thus, he couldn’t completely destroy them.

As long as Gu Nan was willing to supply them with the power of shadows, they could totally be resurrected again.

Duanmu Sen, whose soul was injured, launched another fierce punch. The shadow servant Wang He didn’t even have time to say anything and was instantly smashed to smithereens, but his figure immediately condensed back together.

"It’s just that it’s too energy-consuming…" Gu Nan sensed the skill’s energy consumption while reforming Wang He and shook his head again.

Although this measly power consumption was nothing to him, he could achieve far better results if the same power was in his hands instead of Wang He’s.

The greatest purpose of the law of resurrection was probably to provide him with a diverse range of methods.

Gu Nan manipulated Wang to "seek death" while rubbing his chin and muttering, "Anyone with strange and interesting laws in the future can be refined into shadow servants."

It had to be said that the summoning playstyle still had some merits.

With the death of one "Wang He" after another, Duanmu Sen was gradually weakening—in a sense, the soul-cutting sword was the bane of his Shinto golden body, especially after the soul-cutting sword fell into Gu Nan's hands.

The soul-cutting sword originally had the characteristic of hurting both the enemy and the user, but now it could be used freely without regard to the user’s injuries, which made it much more powerful without much effort.

"Ah!"

Classmate Shinto cultivator Duanmu Sen was roaring furiously. He had never seen such a shameless fighting style like Gu Nan's before.

Gu Nan could clearly fight him head-on, yet he just focused on using up Duanmu Sen’s stamina with the corpse manipulating technique’s puppets, which didn’t fear death. But he’d immediately run far away whenever Duanmu Sen chased after him.

‘It’s simply… simply…’ Duanmu Sen, who had lived his entire life honorably, didn’t know how to describe it at all.

If Gu Nan knew his thoughts, he’d definitely tell Duanmu Sen very candidly— “It’s called the monster farming playstyle.”

What players want the most is to find a way to drop monsters’ HP without sustaining any injuries in the process, because once found, they can then repeat this process indefinitely until the monster dies.

And Gu Nan's sufficient speed guaranteed that he wouldn’t fear “drawing aggro.”

Just a few minutes later, Duanmu Sen finally couldn't stand such "humiliation” anymore. He suddenly whistled at the sky, and the avatar behind him suddenly radiated golden light.

"There’s nowhere to run!"

Duanmu Sen's speed suddenly accelerated, instantly arriving in front of Gu Nan with unparalleled golden brilliance.

But Gu Nan was even faster, countering with a punch without hesitation, which hit Duanmu Sen right in the face.

After Duanmu Sen ignited most of his power of faith to increase his speed, Gu Nan suddenly stopped running! And before the other party could adjust to this sudden change, Gu Nan directly attacked.

Just like his daughter earlier, even if he had a Shinto golden body, he still couldn't endure Gu Nan's strength. After the collision, waves of cracks appeared on the avatar behind him.

Gu Nan's wounds were even heavier. Duanmu Sen's backhand punch practically pierced his chest. Over half of his ribs were broken, and blood spilled out endlessly from his mouth.

But Gu Nan seemed like he couldn’t feel pain, throwing yet another simple, unadorned punch with a crazy smile on his face!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two exchanged injuries several times in this instant. Duanmu Sen was originally at peak condition, but Gu Nan forcibly knocked him down from there. The godly avatar behind his back began to totter, on the verge of collapse.

And Gu Nan's body was also full of broken bones. A portion of his right face had even sunken inwards, but he still acted as if felt nothing.

What was even more eerie was that his injuries were still rapidly recovering, and the smashed flesh on his face was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming as good as new in the blink of an eye.

He walked forward slowly and looked at Duanmu Sen, who’d already exhausted all his strength, with a sneer.

However, Duanmu Sen's expression seemed no different from when they first met. He said in a cold voice, "Gu Nan… We’ll never let this matter go!"