Why Does Wang San Give Off the Vibe of Fighting the Final Boss

A scorching breath surged forth, blasting against Wang San's face.

The ice armor he had condensed showed signs of melting.

He faltered.

"Blue Ice Grass, what kind of technique is this?"

"I'd believe he was at the Golden Core stage!"

"Can I win?"

"Worthless! Don’t be afraid! Unless he ambushes you from behind, I can’t think of a single reason you’d lose!"

In his mind, Blue Ice Grass’ voice was furious.

"Though I can’t see through this technique either, just remember one thing."

"He’s only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. No matter how strong he is, there’s a limit."

"There’s no way he surpasses you after my enhancements!"

With Blue Ice Grass’ reassurance, Wang San mustered some courage.

Right—they were bound together now, sharing glory and ruin. Blue Ice Grass had no reason to deceive him.

Wang San tightened his grip on the trident and charged forward.

Su Ji moved as well.

In his pupils, sparks of flame flickered to life. His hair whipped wildly behind him, and his thin Daoist robes fluttered violently.

Behind him, the ferocious fire dragon let out a piercing roar, its dark purple flames coiling around his body.

Su Ji laughed wildly.

The moment Wang San closed in, the flames in his eyes erupted.

"Ant, how dare you gaze upon the heavens?"

That simple sentence struck like thunder from the skies, freezing Wang San in place.

Could he win?

No… he was going to die, wasn’t he?

His mind conjured scenes from novels where protagonists slaughtered enemies far above their level…

Just like this…

Displaying strength far beyond their own, overwhelming from the start!

With this kind of momentum, even a Golden Core cultivator would have to retreat!

How…?

Then, Su Ji raised his right hand.

His palm pressed downward.

The fire dragon roared forth in an instant.

Wang San’s entire focus was locked onto the dragon.

He didn’t notice the subtle flick of Su Ji’s fingers as his palm descended.

Staring at Su Ji, wreathed in flames, Wang San’s courage shattered.

Why did it feel like he had just claimed his beginner’s gear only to be thrown into the final boss fight?

But his trident still swung down by sheer momentum.

There was no turning back now!

The trident collided with the fire dragon.

Yet the earth-shaking explosion he expected never came.

At the moment of impact, the overwhelming fire dragon dissipated like smoke.

It was like sitting down confidently, expecting a chair beneath you—only to land hard on the ground.

In that instant, Wang San’s body jerked from the sudden loss of balance.

And that was the opening.

Thunk!

The crisp sound of metal piercing flesh rang out.

Wang San felt an unbearable pain and looked down in disbelief.

A gleaming white spear tip protruded from his chest, dripping with warm blood.

His own earlier taunt echoed mockingly in his ears.

"Hahaha, without a weapon, how will you fight back?"

"Use your broken spear to stab me to death!"

No matter how much resentment filled his heart, it couldn’t stop the life draining from his body.

"You said… it was a spell?"

Su Ji scoffed. "Spear techniques are spells too."

With a heavy thud, Wang San’s body collapsed to the ground.

The trident slipped from his grip, cracking the earth where it landed.

Seeing this, Su Ji finally let out a relieved sigh.

What a joke.

He actually fell for it?

They were both at the fifth level of Qi Refining—did he really have no clue what kind of power they could wield?

Manifesting a fire dragon with expelled Qi to attack?

Possible?

Obviously not.

He didn’t have that much Qi to spare.

But conjuring a fragile illusion of a fire dragon? With his mastery of spellcraft, that was child’s play.

The flowing hair, the burning pupils—all useless special effects.

Who said you needed illusions to deceive someone?

You all saw it—Wang San cheated first.

Relying on an old ghost’s help? What kind of real skill was that?

As the saying goes, after a great battle comes the loot.

Su Ji pulled out an exquisite glass vial from his robes.

Carefully, he unscrewed the stopper and shook out the lone pill inside.

The pill was pitch black, yet shimmered faintly, its surface engraved with intricate patterns—clearly no ordinary item.

A trace of lingering fear flashed across Su Ji’s face as he muttered to himself.

"Whew, close one."

"Nearly drained all my Qi—almost couldn’t keep up the act."

"Lucky this idiot Wang San was so gullible."

He held the pill, slowly bringing it to his lips.

"My junior sister is still fighting. I need to recover my Qi fast—"

Before he could finish, another twist struck.

The ground exploded as a ghostly blue vine burst forth.

Its target wasn’t Su Ji—but the pill in his hand!

Su Ji, as if with no other choice, "reluctantly" released it.

Wang San, sprawled on the ground, forced himself up, his face smeared with blood, twisted in fury.

He snatched the pill delivered by Blue Ice Grass and swallowed it without hesitation.

"Now, who’s the fool?"

"Rambling before taking a pill? You handed me this chance!"

Hahahaha!

Wang San burst into mad laughter.

Then Su Ji turned and ran without looking back.

"Running now?"

But as he laughed, his body suddenly stiffened. His hands clutched at his throat.

He tried to speak, but no sound came—only guttural choking.

Once Su Ji reached a safe distance, he simply watched with an amused smirk.

"Idiot. I just didn’t want your blood splashing on me."

Then—Boom!

Wang San’s body exploded into a mist of blood, not a single bone left intact.

The half-broken "Gleaming Spear" embedded in him clattered to the ground.

......

Back in the Love-Longing Sect’s market district.

A stall owner loudly peddled his wares.

"Step right up! Ancient miracle poison—'Bloodburst Pill'! Guaranteed to kill Foundation Establishment cultivators, even a slim chance against Golden Core first or second layers! Only a hundred spirit stones today!"

Yet his stall remained deserted.

Su Ji stopped a passing senior sister.

"Senior Sister, if it’s so powerful, why isn’t anyone buying?"

The female disciple, charmed by Su Ji’s looks, answered honestly.

"Oh, it’s strong alright. But the poison only works if swallowed whole—can’t crush it or the potency breaks. Tell me, what cultivator would be dumb enough to gulp down a random pill? Too many conditions. That guy’s been trying to sell it forever."

"Thanks for clearing that up."

Su Ji then haggled with the stall owner before securing the "Bloodburst Pill" for the "exorbitant" price of two and a half low-grade spirit stones.

A small price to fill his lack of poison options.

As he’d said before—he didn’t want enemies snatching his pills and using them freely.

Next, he spent half a spirit stone at a neighboring stall for a fine glass vial that preserved efficacy.

Hmm… still not enough. Better keep looking.

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