I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 1830: Let's Play a Game Together

Xian Bo was struck by a sense of indescribable terror upon seeing the clown-faced male.

Every cell in his body was trembling, and his body was also shuddering uncontrollably.

"W-Who are you?" Xian Bo asked with difficulty.

"It's not important who I am. Let's play a game together. If you win, then I'll let you free." The clown started cackling with laughter.

Xian Bo knew that refusing was not an option.

A bitter expression fell across his face as he appeared to realize the identity of the clown. "Why are you targeting me? I've clearly done nothing wrong."

"You wronged by communicating with a member of the Holy Martial Clan. We won't allow any hidden dangers to lurk. Enough with the nonsense. The game shall begin now."

A large, multi-colored ball suddenly appeared beneath the clown's feet. The clown started to hover around as he stood on top of the ball. The sight of this was extremely ridiculous. At the same time, the clown was also giggling to himself as he juggled five red balls in his hands. Because he was so quick, the five red balls eventually became streaks of red afterimages.

"The name of the game is 'Spinning Demonic Power of Love'. The rules of the games are as follows. In a moment, I'll stand on this large, multi-colored ball and spin around you within a radius of three meters. If you can catch me within ten seconds, then you win the game, and I'll let you go free. However, if you can't catch me within the time limit, then you lose the game. The consequence of losing is being transformed into a fried dough twist[1]~"

A flicker of hope ignited in Xian Bo's heart when he heard these rules. The clown would only be three meters away from him at most. Meanwhile, he could form tens of thousands of arms in an instant and have them fill up the entire space. How could he lose? Moreover, the clown didn't restrict him from using spell techniques, meaning that this was within the bounds of the game's rules. He had a very good chance of winning this game!

"Then, let the game begin!" the clown suddenly exclaimed.

Xian Bo's expression became solemn as he prepared to activate his Myriad Immortal Hand Technique and catch the spinning clown.

Boom!

The large, multi-colored ball blast past his face.

A strange pressure oozed from the ball and instantly caused the grasslands within a radius of five hundred kilometers to cave in.

"How can this be…"

Xian Bo's body was flattened by the large, multi-colored ball. His eyes were unfocused as he lay in the center of the crater, and his pulverized flesh and bones leaked out of his broken skin and painted the earth bright red.

"Lalala… Lalala…"

The clown hummed cheerfully as he circled around the flattened Xian Bo.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…

"Time's up! How unfortunate, you've failed to catch me. You've lost the game!"

The clown cracked a smile at the crippled Xian Bo.

Xian Bo: "…"

"Since you've lost, you have to suffer the punishment. Transform into a mahua!"

Right after the clown finished speaking, Xian Bo's tormented wail started to reverberate through the grasslands.

…

At the Holy Glacial Lands, where the snow maidens once thrived…

After being lashed by several terrifying cold fronts, this place had already transformed into a realm of death.

Apart from a tiny number of ice-element creatures, no other living beings resided in this realm.

After trekking through the howling winds and blustery snow for a short while, An Lin finally arrived at a magnificent yet dilapidated city.

"This place is the Spirit Frost City? One of the snow maidens' four largest cities?"

An Lin gazed at the rows of abandoned houses that were covered in thick layers of snow. "What a sorrowful sight… Right now, all I want to do is recite a poem…"

"Hi there, let's play a game together!"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded from behind An Lin.

An Lin turned around and found a clown standing not far behind him. This clown was dressed in colorful clothes, and it was also wearing a purple top hat on its head. Right now, there was a wide and exaggerated grin on its face as it juggled several red balls in its hands.

An Lin tightened his cloak. The large red cross on his face scrunched up in nervousness, and his pure white body stiffened in apprehension. "Who on earth are you?"

"It's not important who I am. What's important is, if you win, then I'll let you free. If you lose, however, then you have to accept the punishment…"

The clown continued to juggle his red balls as he spoke.

A large, multi-colored ball started to appear beneath the clown's feet. The sight of the clown flying around on this ball was extremely ridiculous.

"The name of the game is 'Spinning Demonic Power of Love'. The rules of the games are as follows. In a moment, I'll stand on this large, multi-colored ball and spin around you within a radius of three meters. If you can catch me within ten seconds, then you win the game, and I'll let you go free. However, if you can't catch me within the time limit, then you lose the game. The consequence of losing is being transformed into a fried dough twist~"

Sure enough, an expression of anticipation and hope surfaced on An Lin's face when he heard these rules.

The clown chuckled. "Then, let the game begin!"

Boom!

An earth-shattering boom erupted.

The land within a radius of several hundred kilometers was suddenly melted by a devastating flame.

A smile was still plastered to the clown's face, yet a bloody hole had already been punctured through his chest.

"Uh…" The clown stared at the Blood Martial Wanderer with a look of astonishment and confusion.

No, to be more precise, the Blood Martial Wanderer had already become a human who was bathed in a sea of holy flames!

"You… who the hell are you?"

Before the clown could even finish speaking, his body had already slammed into the floor. Fist after fist rained down onto his body like heavy hammers.

Boom! Boom, boom!

"This is for interrupting my poem recitation! Take this! And this…

"F*ck you and your games!"

An Lin's fists punctured the multi-colored ball beneath the clown's feet. Then, the clown's purple top hat was also blasted into smithereens, revealing the purple divine halo that was hidden within it. The divine halo looked as though it was formed from numerous small and intricate blocks.

Immediately afterward, An Lin's fists pulverized the clown's extremely solid body. It seemed as if the heaven crushing true intent contained within An Lin's fist wanted to completely annihilate the clown's body.

An Lin's actions were lightning quick. Under the effects of his seven holy flames, his Fire Sage Mode also caused his aura to climb to a supreme level. Moreover, each of his strikes was infused with the paramount power of the heaven crushing true intent. It was as if a flurry of "Mini" Fists of the Heavenly Dao were relentlessly raining down on the clown's body.

The clown was caught off guard by An Lin's sudden and violent attack. In no time, he had already become severely wounded.

In the past, it was always he who toyed with others through his game. Since when had anyone pummeled him before the game had even begun?

"You've broken the rules of the game! Accept your punishment! Life Eraser!" A beam of purple light suddenly erupted from the clown's distorted and broken body.

An Lin felt an extremely strong nomological power hammer into his chest. As though it wanted to erase his existence, this power rapidly spread through his entire body.

"So that's how it is. You're combining your own Heavenly God Power with the power of the backlash triggered by my breaching of the game's rules. By combining these powers together, you can launch an even more powerful attack."

An Lin felt a hint of danger, and an earthen-yellow divine halo instantly appeared above his head. An extremely thick layer of armor enveloped his entire body and blocked out the clown's powerful attacks.

Like a slippery eel, the clown took this chance to escape from An Lin's grasp. Then, he flew into the sky and sped toward the distance as if his life depended on it.

"An Lin… You're An Lin!" the clown shouted in surprise and anger. He instantly understood that he had already fallen into his enemy's trap. He had already become An Lin's prey.

"Didn't you want to play a game with me? Don't run…"

A blue, semi-transparent An Lin suddenly appeared before the clown. A sinister smile slowly stretched across his face.

Boom!

Drawing on the power of Xuan Wu, the divine sense An Lin threw a punch and hammered the clown into the ground!

[1] Fried dough stick is a Chinese snack. a.k.a mahua.