RPAGF Chapter 261: The War God’s Greatest Crisis
Chapter 261: The War God’s Greatest Crisis
The War God’s Greatest Crisis
To win over such a woman, just show her the splendor of the world.
As long as you paint your colors on her blank canvas of life, she would find it hard to forget you for the rest of her life.
Steffan sat upright in the luxury sedan, maintaining what he believed was a dignified and imposing posture.
Outside the window, the scenery of Valemont rolled past peacefully.
Inside the vehicle, silence reigned.
Cheery sat quietly by the window, her silver-pink hair shimmering beneath the sunlight. Her beautiful green eyes calmly observed the passing landscape.
Smith rested beside her.
The driver focused on the road.
Everything appeared normal.
Everything should have been normal.
At this moment, however, Steffan felt a warm flow uncontrollably rushing from his intestines.
His expression immediately froze.
The confidence on his face almost cracked.
This subtle feeling reminded him of having diarrhea as a child.
Back then, he was in elementary school, and the teacher called him up to answer a question.
With diarrhea, he suddenly felt the urge to fart.
Then, young as he was, he learned for the first time that when you have diarrhea, never trust a fart.
That day, he soiled his pants in front of the whole class.
The memory returned with terrifying clarity.
The laughter.
The humiliation.
The smell.
The trauma.
And now, he had the same feeling again!
His face twitched.
His eyelid jumped.
His breathing became slightly uneven.
"Don’t trust a fart."
He silently chanted, trying hard to control his body.
As the Martial Art King, he would never allow such a thing to happen!
Especially not in front of Cheery.
The future successor of Voidspring Mountain.
The woman he intended to conquer.
The woman he wanted to impress.
The woman he had spent half the trip imagining standing beside him in the future.
He wanted to paint her pure white life with his colors.
But damn it, he definitely couldn’t paint it shit brown!
The thought nearly made him cough blood.
Life, however, rarely cared about dignity.
Yet, life is full of disappointments.
He found his body uncontrollable!
A terrifying pressure continued building.
His muscles tightened.
His entire lower body entered emergency mode.
Sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.
At first nobody noticed.
Then Smith glanced at him curiously.
Why was this young man sweating?
Was he still injured?
Steffan tried maintaining his calm expression.
Unfortunately, his face was slowly becoming distorted.
One moment he looked fierce.
The next moment he looked constipated.
Then he looked as though he was contemplating the mysteries of life itself.
Then he suddenly remembered.
Today, when that guy fought him, he punched his stomach several times!
Julian’s smiling face appeared in his mind.
Instantly, Steffan wanted to curse.
Each punch carried hidden force, likely causing great impact on his intestines.
At the time he thought those attacks merely damaged his internal organs.
Now he realized the situation might be far worse.
That bastard!
No wonder he kept aiming at his stomach!
No matter how hard he tried to control it, it was to no avail.
A warm flow, along with his dignity, slowly seeped out.
His soul nearly left his body.
For a brief moment, the invincible Martial Art King saw his entire life flash before his eyes.
All his victories.
All his battles.
All his glory.
And now...
Defeated by diarrhea.
His fingers dug into the leather seat.
He sat perfectly still.
Not because he was calm.
Because moving felt dangerous.
Very dangerous.
At that moment, Smith finally noticed something was wrong.
The old man frowned.
Steffan’s body was trembling slightly.
His face had become pale.
Even his lips were twitching.
Smith immediately became concerned.
"Mr. Steffan, are you feeling unwell? Did that guy injure you?"
"A bit."
Steffan was extremely embarrassed, not knowing how to explain.
The mighty Martial Art King, beaten to the point of shitting himself.
If this got out, how could he face anyone?
How could he continue acting cool?
How could he recruit followers?
How could he chase women?
This would become a permanent black mark on his glorious legend.
Smith nodded seriously.
"That’s not good, health is important. I happen to know some medical skills, let me treat you."
Having taken Steffan’s money and maintaining a good relationship with him, Smith genuinely wanted to help.
Unfortunately.
The problem wasn’t something medicine could easily solve.
"No need, really."
Steffan’s mouth twitched.
How could this be treated?
Would you help push it back in?
Or bring a diaper for me to wear?
The mere thought nearly made him collapse.
Unfortunately, Smith misunderstood his reaction.
Seeing Steffan refuse treatment made him even more worried.
"Health is important, don’t be careless. That guy’s punches were extremely sinister, he might have left something behind in your body, better check it out."
Smith reached forward.
Steffan almost jumped.
His eyes widened.
At this moment, he felt like a string of beads was about to fall, and quickly gritted his teeth.
"I’m just a bit hot, really don’t worry about me, Elder Smith, just open the window for me."
Every word came out through clenched teeth.
At this moment, he had to focus all his attention on his sphincter.
Every time this old fellow shook him, he was one step closer to exploding!
One wrong movement.
One wrong vibration.
One unexpected bump in the road.
Disaster.
Pure disaster.
"Alright."
Seeing Steffan’s determination, Smith didn’t insist, opening the car window to let the strong wind blow in.
Fresh air immediately rushed inside.
This made Steffan breathe a sigh of relief.
At least partially.
He was afraid the smell would spread, and with only four people in the car, everyone could guess who it was with their toes.
With the strong wind blowing, he could blame the smell on something from outside.
Maybe fertilizer.
Maybe livestock.
Maybe nature.
Anything except him.
Thinking this, he couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased.
He was indeed extraordinarily wise.
Even in such a crisis, he could easily muddle through!
Unfortunately...
Reality had other plans.
But as legend once said, the most powerful thing in the world is water, it can become anything.
Steffan’s efforts to control only prevented the bomb from suddenly exploding, but couldn’t completely stop certain things from arriving.
A terrifying realization struck him.
His expression froze again.
Feeling his pants already wet, he suddenly had a brilliant idea.
His cultivation technique was quite special, and the spiritual power in his body could transform into high temperatures to burn enemies!
Normally, he used it to incinerate opponents.
Destroy weapons.
Overwhelm enemies.
Now was the perfect time to put it to use.
A spark of hope appeared.
His eyes lit up.
Perhaps...
Just perhaps...
He could use the technique to solve the problem.
A true genius adapts to every situation.
A true War God overcomes every obstacle.
Even this one.
He carefully circulated spiritual energy.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Extremely carefully.
Like a man attempting to defuse the world’s deadliest bomb.
Then a determined look appeared on his face.
"Let’s finish this with a big fire."
He thought to himself.