Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Our bored gamer could have escaped that but he doubted that he could keep up dodging a strike from a level 10 existence for long.

Thus, he ate the fist head on and without blinking an eye in the process. Clark was without a doubt very practical in his battle approach at this time.

"BOOM!" A broken body could be seen to be entombed several kilometers underground.

Our good gamer looked like scattered meat paste in the aftermath but a very curious thing happened in the next moment.

"WHOOSH!" A great suction whirl pooled around Clark's sad form and the energy in the world created a miracle for him.

The torn flesh was born anew and the gallon of blood that was spilled from him was once more caged into the perfect form of his smiling demon mask visage.

This op technique was of course brought about by the Divine Elephant Immortal Physique on our bored gamer's possession.

Not only did he gain immeasurable physical strength but he could also have an instant rebirth every single time he basically eats a fatal injury.

With this technique alone, Clark had the courage to face this level 10 existence and not just die on the spot early on.

"You pack a great punch for a loser." Our bored gamer chuckled as his body levitated out from his premature burial site.

"Now it's my turn to send a gift on first meeting." Clark smiled and held his weapon in his hands. This was of course the Ancient Mithril Spear which took the color of deadly silver.

The weapon trembled in unimaginable power while our avid gamer's own form exuded an everlasting crimson aura of fury around his body.

"Annihilate." Our bored gamer uttered this word and threw his spear out into the distance.

"BANG!" Within seconds, a cosmic explosion occurred that evaporated an entire world from the very face of creation.

A change this huge was of course noticed by the myriad life forms in this universe.

"DING!"

"DING!"

"DING!"

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Nobody dared to come closer but the countless divine senses that scoured the ruins ran rampant at this time.

"Who could have made such a catastrophe to this world?" A level 9 cultivator murmured in his lonesome. He may be old but the vigor in his physique remained as strong as ever.

In his eyes eyes, one could see the vicissitudes of time. This old cultivator scanned the far location for any clues about this extremely destructive battle.

Fortunately enough, this cultivator and the rest of curious souls like him would get their answers soon enough after the dust settled in the eternal pull of space.

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"Do you just plan to stand there forever?" Clark asked as he gazed at a very old man before him. At once glance, this old monster was nothing incredible indeed.

On the contrary, he looked nothing more but a sad beggar on the streets. The old man was only wearing tattered clothes and a long white beard to show for his age.

He also got wrinkles and an extraordinary thin frame to picture him in the most unhealthiest manner possible.

Nevertheless, even after taking our bored gamer's ultimate attack on his body, this old man remained unscathed with no battle wound whatsoever.

This old man was truly not simple since he was the only level 10 player in this universe.

"You have nothing to gain here, outsider."

"Go back to your realm and I will consider that this thing never happened in the first place." The old man admonished once more.

This was not the first time that he had encountered outsiders in his realm.

They were an annoying bunch who would return as many times they wanted no matter how much he killed them.

More than that, what was trickiest about these outsiders were that their fates and destinies remained blank and unreadable no matter how much fate magic he used in every divination he would conjure.

Thus, this made them very irritating enemies indeed since they were all of them unpredictable in the first place.

One should know that every outsider who can freely enter into another realm had already a cultivation base like him. A True Immortal.

Those outsiders may transmigrate in here through the use of clones and such means or they could also come using their true bodies.

Either way, both routes would always give a pesky headache unto this old immortal.

"I can't go back. At least, not yet. For now... let me enjoy a worthwhile fight at your expense." Clark said towards the old man.

It has been millions of years since he took a fight and was tagged as the underdog in the struggle.

Although this was a mere soul fragment and he could really not die even if this soul fragment collapses but our bored gamer relished this opportunity for what this was.

This was a great chance to go all out.

"BANG!" Our avid gamer's masked form charged like a mad lion. His silver spear led the way and he was on a path of carnage.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!" The surrounding heavenly bodies disintegrated with the mere shock waves of his spear thrust.

Unfortunately, nothing landed cleanly as every attack was deftly evaded by the old immortal.

Several afterimages were made and broken but the true body of the old man was like a fish in the water amidst the relentless barrage of our very own protagonist.

This continued for a full minute straight before the old immortal finally made his move.

"Palm of the Burning Sun!" The old man muttered and released a very ordinary palm strike thereafter.

Alas, this simple palm attack brought the promise of death unto our very own protagonist.

'FUCK ME!' Clark tried to dodge and run at the same time but it was already too late for that. With him this close to the old immortal, it would be fantasy to evade this kind of power.

"BANG!" The palm landed far from its target but even this much was more than enough to incinerate every living cell on the body of our bored gamer. This was the end of a journey.