We evil gods must hide.

Chapter 38 Go ahead and challenge your grandpa to a duel!

In an instant, a familiar sensation surged through his limbs, and Lin Qi suddenly felt his body become much lighter.

Buck squinted.

Something seems to have changed in the other person's body?

After all, if they suspect the other party is a native deity of this place, it would be normal for something to happen.

However, after Lin Qi finished adding points, the surrounding purple mist went crazy again, gathering around Lin Qi and eagerly squeezing into his body.

[Hint: Faith +100]

[Hint: Faith +100]

[Hint: Faith +100]

System notifications began to ring out like a tidal wave.

Lin Qi frowned; his head was starting to ache again.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Buck could easily understand that this seemingly divine boy had started absorbing the surrounding power again!

He snorted coldly, his figure flashed suddenly, and gravel flew from his feet as he charged towards Lin Qi like an arrow released from a bow.

The pressure from the first-tier expert made Lin Qi feel breathless.

The long sword was drawn, its cold light cutting through the wind.

The blade was ferocious, without any fancy moves. Every strike carried immense force, slashing, sweeping, and thrusting in dense array, blocking all of Lin Qi's escape routes from all directions.

The wind howled, scraping against my face like a fine blade cutting through it, causing a burning pain.

Lynch's heart pounded.

His agility was indeed superior, but the rawness in his body couldn't lie—he hadn't undergone systematic combat training, knew almost nothing about prediction or positioning, and all his evasions relied solely on instinct and his superior agility, resulting in a clumsy and awkward response.

He hastily shifted to the side, the long sword grazing his shoulder armor, kicking up a piece of cloth, and a burning pain shot through his flesh.

He staggered back two steps, his heel hitting the rock behind him, nearly falling.

There was no counterattack, only dodging.

He was like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair, moving through the shadows of blades with incredible speed, yet always revealing a hint of panic.

Sometimes he lost his balance, sometimes he dodged at the wrong angle, and his arm was swept by the wind of the blade, immediately leaving a red and swollen bloodstain.

Buck's knife moved faster and faster, more and more urgently.

Each slash missed its mark, landing heavily on the ground and carving a deep trench. Shards of rock flew everywhere, crashing against the rock face with a dull thud.

The entire canyon was trembling slightly.

Lin Qi's breathing became more and more rapid. Cold sweat mixed with dust slid down his chin and dripped onto the ground, where it was instantly absorbed.

The clothes on my back were stuck to my body and were already soaked with cold sweat.

He dared not pause for even a moment, each dodge requiring his full strength, his muscles taut to the point of aching, his nerves stretched like a string about to snap. Occasionally, a glimpse of Buck's blade would send a shiver down his spine, and he could only instinctively sidestep, roll, and retreat.

Several times, the long knife grazed his neck and side, narrowly avoiding death.

Buck's expression gradually softened, and the seriousness in his eyes was slowly replaced by disdain.

He snorted coldly, his sword thrust undiminished, his tone full of disdain: "Is this all a god can do? Only dodge?"

The long sword swept across with even greater force.

Lin Qi rolled hastily to dodge the attack, his shoulder slamming heavily against the rock. He groaned in pain, his fingertips clenching white, but he remained completely calm.

The power of faith continues to flow into his body.

This brief entanglement has already amounted to nearly ten thousand.

"Add some points!"

Agility +5 again.

Subtle changes are quietly taking place.

"This kid's dodging speed seems to have increased a bit more?"

Yata, watching from afar, could see all the movements of the two with his superb eyesight, and couldn't help but mutter to himself in confusion.

His slightly hasty sidestep just now became smoother; the previously off-target angle was now more precise. He gradually and calmly avoided the blade strikes that nearly hit him, no longer as disheveled as before.

However, this change was extremely subtle and was concealed by the dust and the shadows of the blades, so Buck did not notice it.

He still believed that Lin Qi was merely clinging to life, relying on his temporary agility to dodge, and that sooner or later he would run out of energy and be killed by him with a single strike.

"That thing hiding its true nature!"

Buck roared, his patience gradually wearing thin.

His aura suddenly erupted, and the pressure of a first-level expert was like an invisible boulder, instantly enveloping the entire canyon and causing the surrounding rocks to sink slightly.

He raised his long sword high, the blade glowing with a faint red light. Gathering all his strength, he slashed down fiercely in the direction of Lin Qi. This strike was powerful and heavy, carrying a world-destroying aura. Wherever the sword wind passed, dust flew everywhere, and even the air seemed to be cleaved apart.

Lynch's pupils contracted slightly.

He could feel that the force of this strike far exceeded all his previous attacks.

Just as the long sword fell, his faith power reached exactly 10,000.

"Add some points!"

Agility +5.

My body felt even lighter again.

Lin Qi was incredibly fast, almost turning into a blur, barely dodging the fatal blow.

The long sword slammed heavily into the ground, producing a deafening roar. Instantly, a ravine more than ten meters long spread out, with rocks flying everywhere, rock walls collapsing, and dust filling the entire canyon.

Lin Qi staggered back several steps, leaning against the rock wall, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The opponent's fighting spirit was too fierce. Although I dodged it, I was still injured by the shock.

"I'm a little out of energy."

Lin Qi muttered to himself.

Buck stood amidst the smoke and dust, his chest heaving violently, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

This move also took a toll on him.

Buck's attacks missed repeatedly, and he was constantly outmaneuvered by Lin Qi. Even though he was a first-tier expert, his stamina was rapidly depleting. Buck's movements naturally slowed down, and his sword strikes were not as ferocious as before.

Something's off about this kid.

For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate.

The disdain was still written on Buck's face, but a hint of barely perceptible irritation appeared in his eyes.

He never expected that this kid, who only knew how to hide, could hide for so long.

Lin Qi slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and his fingertips curled slightly.

Buck remained secretly on guard.

But the next moment.

Lin Qi turned around, but instead of attacking, he swayed and ran quickly towards the depths of the valley. His speed was astonishing, and he became a faint shadow, instantly creating a distance of several feet.

Buck froze for a moment, then reacted, roaring as the anger in his chest erupted: "Kid, where do you think you're going!"

Like a furious mountain bear, he staggered yet remained swift, brandishing his longsword as he frantically chased after Lin Qi. The blade dragged on the ground, emitting a piercing screeching sound, sending fragments of stone flying, but he could no longer catch up with that swift figure.

...

Much later.

Yata stood by the rock wall in the distance, slightly out of breath, with some dust on his forehead.

The constant running around and watching the battles had left her somewhat exhausted, but her gaze remained fixed on the two figures chasing ahead.

Lynch's steps never faltered; his movements were light and agile as he traversed pebbles and ravines as if walking on flat ground, without slowing down in the slightest.

Buck, who was following behind him, had long lost his initial imposing manner.

His steps were unsteady, his breathing was so rapid it felt like he was about to explode, and even the hand holding the long sword was trembling slightly, his fingertips turning white.

His fighting spirit was almost exhausted, and his physical strength was also on the verge of collapse. Every step he took felt like he was overdrawing his last bit of strength. His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were filled with resentment and disbelief.

"Hey kid, you've got guts! Why don't you stop and fight your grandpa one-on-one!"

The roar was hoarse, filled with a deep sense of powerlessness, echoing in the valley, only to be met with Lin Qi's increasingly swift back view.