I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“Because you’re the true War God?”

Xing Tian faltered slightly as he repeated An Lin’s words to himself.

“That’s right!” An Lin replied with a serious expression before making an amendment in his heart— I’m a man with the God of War System.

“Hahahaha…” Xing Tian suddenly began to roar with laughter as boundless battle intent erupted from his body once again. “Only those who are undefeated can be referred to as the War God. But now, you’re going to be defeated by me!”

He made an ancient seal with both his hands as the dark abyss underfoot suddenly began to surge.

“Abyssal Gravity!”

Boom!

A crushing gravitational force erupted from the darkness.

At that moment, An Lin felt as if his body was going to be sucked into the darkness, and his musculoskeletal structure cracked and popped under the overwhelming gravitational force.

However, An Lin remained standing in spite of all that.

Xing Tian clutched the air, and a crimson ax imbued with boundless power of slaughter materialized before swinging down upon An Lin.

An Lin manipulated lightning with his finger as a bolt of Golden Void Lightning imbued with devastating power descended upon Xing Tian’s head.

Xing Tian’s crimson ax vanquished the golden lightning in the blink of an eye as he continued to swing the ax down upon An Lin!

An Lin didn’t even attempt to dodge. In all honesty, he was unable to dodge even if he wanted to because of the fearsome abyssal gravitational force.

The crimson ax fell, and An Lin relied on his thick skin to cop it on the chest. The golden lotus insignia flashed as An Lin launched a mighty punch toward Xing Tian’s face.

Boom!

An Lin was sent flying by the crimson ax, but Xing Tian was also forced to retreat a few steps as blood seeped out from the corners of his lips.

An Lin stood up again as he panted heavily, but his eyes were glowing with battle intent.

Xing Tian’s lips twitched slightly as he charged toward An Lin again.

An Lin also charged toward him without uttering a single word as he launched a golden fist toward Xing Tian’s face again.

Boom!

An Lin was once again knocked flying by the ax strike as his body crashed into the wall of Immortal Spirit Tower. The fortified defensive spell formation tremored violently again as Xing Tian also fell to the ground after being knocked senseless by An Lin’s fist.

“Why do you keep hitting my face?!” Xing Tian roared with rage as he gently pressed his fingers to his swollen face.

An Lin looked at him with a slightly speechless expression. “I’ll hit you wherever the hell I want!”

“F*ck you!” Xing Tian was finally goaded into swearing out loud as he charged toward An Lin before swinging his crimson ax down with devastating might.

After their previous earth-shattering exchanges, neither of them had much strength left, so they were unable to unleash anymore mighty spell techniques.

Xing Tian had a bit more left in the tank than An Lin, but An Lin had remarkably thick skin.

Thus, the two of them resumed their brutal blood brawl.

An Lin was like an unkillable cockroach who was able to stand up time and time again regardless of what attacks he was struck by.

Outside the Immortal Spirit Tower, all the students’ eyes were glued to the screen as the blood surged within their bodies. Some of them had even unconsciously clenched their fists as they looked up with fanatical reverence in their eyes at the figure on the screen who simply refused to fall.

Even a useless noob like Tang Ximen felt ardor and zeal coursing through his blood as he spectated the battle.

Bai Zhong was also extremely fixated on the battle as An Lin’s performance had truly shaken him.

His ability to stand up time and time again, and his eternally unyielding battle intent… He had once denounced An Lin for being arrogant and over-ambitious, but now, just the mere thought of the words he had spoken to An Lin filled him with shame.

Right as everyone was fixated on the battle between the two War Gods, Su Qianyun stood alone with a blank expression of confusion on her face, having completed the trial on the eighty-fourth level a long time ago.

She pouted her lips as she murmured to herself in confusion, “How do I get out of here? Where is that old man? What do I do now?”

She looked around at her surroundings and remained at a complete loss for what to do.

Her power had been restricted, so she was unable to break through the defensive spell formation around the Immortal Spirit Tower. As such, she could only resign herself to being confined here.

Su Qianyun heaved a light sigh as she stared off into the distance.

“Achoo!” Bai Zhong suddenly sneezed.

Hmm? Is someone thinking of me?

He thought to himself for a moment in confusion before ignoring the notion as he trained his eyes on the battle taking place on the ninety-eighth level again.

The battle between An Lin and Xing Tian had reached a climax in the form of a simple yet brutal fistfight.

In order to conserve energy, Xing Tian even retracted his abyssal domain and his crimson ax as he threw one punch after another at An Lin’s face.

What vendetta did he have against An Lin?

Well, the answer was apparent to everyone who could see Xing Tian’s swollen and disfigured face.

Thump, thump, thump… bang, bang, bang… clatter, clatter, clatter… puff, puff, puff…

After a few more fierce exchanges, An Lin threw a fist at Xing Tian’s eye as Xing Tian threw a fist at An Lin’s face in retaliation.

The two of them experienced another spell of dizziness as they retreated a few steps.

Xing Tian covered his eye with one hand while he pointed at An Lin with the other as he flared up in rage. “Aren’t we hitting each other’s faces? Why are you hitting my eye now?!”

An Lin shook his head violently to dispel the dizziness as he responded with an apologetic expression, “Did I hit you in the eye? I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice…”

He clenched his fists and adopted a boxing pose as he snapped, “Again!”

Again? Xing Tian was a little alarmed for some reason upon hearing this.

He looked at An Lin with a serious expression as he sensed the unyielding battle intent surging within An Lin’s body. He had to admit that An Lin really did have the potential to become a War God, and he also had to admit that An Lin was indeed a worthy opponent!

He then caught sight of An Lin’s handsome face. He had copped so many punches, but it wasn’t swollen in the slightest…

This wasn’t fair! Why was it that he had been disfigured, but An Lin was fine?!

Xing Tian pointed a finger at An Lin before asking in a cold voice, “What constitution do you possess? Could it be that you obtained some sort of Xuan Wu inheritance? Or you possess some sort of Xuan Wu, turtle-like bloodline?!”

His questions echoed the questions in everyone’s hearts.

An Lin’s chest constricted upon hearing this as he raised his head and replied with a solemn expression, “I possess the body of the War God!”

Xing Tian’s lips twitched. “Stop lying to me! And why do you have such a strong fixation to the title of ‘War God’?”

An Lin replied with a resigned expression, “I’m not lying to you!”

He was telling the truth, but no one would believe him!

“Alright, let us decide the battle right here right now!” Xing Tian did not waste any more words as he mustered up all the power within his body.

He knew that he couldn’t allow this battle to drag on any longer. An Lin’s constitution was far more powerful than he had anticipated, and there was no way he could win in a battle of stamina. Hence, he needed to use his most powerful technique with the strongest penetrative power to quickly end this battle!

A red aura enveloped his hands as an inky black spear appeared in his hands.

The spear was the manifestation of all of Xing Tian’s remaining power, and its emergence transformed the entire ninety-eighth level into an abyssal realm once again.

An Lin’s heart trembled as an extremely potent sense of impending doom swept toward him.

“Abyssal Spear!” Xing Tian stepped forward, moving as fast as lightning as the Abyssal Spear in his hand flashed through the air like a bolt of black lightning before instantly striking An Lin’s chest.

Golden light exploded forth from An Lin’s fist as it crashed into Xing Tian’s face once again.

Screech…

An extremely sharp and piercing screech erupted as the black spear struck An Lin’s chest, as if it was threatening to puncture his heart. At the same time, An Lin’s fist also landed on Xing Tian’s red and swollen face.

Boom!

Boundless abyssal power swept through the entire level.

The crystalline screen fell black once again.

When the darkness faded away, all the students were greeted by the sight of both An Lin and Xing Tian lying flat on the ground.

Who won?

All the students’ eyes widened as they awaited the result with bated breath.