I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 569 - 342: I’m fighting Taro? Is it real?_2

Chapter 569: Chapter 342: I’m fighting Taro? Is it real?_2

The man before him, named Kuqi, had represented the Shadow Blade Organization in a visit thirty years ago.

Back then, Kuqi had been seeking fresh talent on the African continent for combat prodigies, and it was due to various coincidences that he encountered him during a lion-hunting operation.

Thus, Kuqi issued his first invitation to him at that time.

Stuka, only twenty years old at the time, didn’t refuse but instead demanded that Kuqi find someone tough enough for him to fight heartily and grow stronger.

Then, he fought the so-called King of the Ring, Tyson.

And it turned out that even thirty years ago, he was easily able to handle Tyson at his peak.

In his view,

the opponent had great strength and some skill.

But he was still far from being his match.

A few casual moves, the kind used in life-and-death struggles, nearly cost the opponent his life.

Therefore, he declined.

Kuqi’s second invitation came five years after the first, bringing along with him what was said to be a top assassin from the Shadow Blade Organization.

At that time, Kuqi presented an argument: the era was now dominated by firearms, and mere Kung Fu, no matter how strong, was not considered truly powerful.

Kuqi wanted to leverage his assassins’ mastery with firearms to make Stuka realize there were always bigger fish, to persuade Stuka, the Seeker who only desired to grow stronger.

However, this time too, he was unsuccessful.

Not only did Stuka warmly embrace Kuqi’s notion of a firearms era, but he also mastered several firearms presented to him in front of Kuqi within half a day.

In a skirmish with blanks, the top assassin didn’t win a single round.

That sent Kuqi away with his tail between his legs.

It also made Stuka feel even more powerful, as if he were standing discreetly at the pinnacle of humanity.

Long after that,

Kuqi no longer came to invite him.

And now, at the age of fifty,

his combat abilities had declined somewhat with age, yet he surprisingly received a third invitation from Kuqi.

Stuka was somewhat astonished by this development.

As Stuka was mulling over his astonishment and memories, Kuqi continued his speech earnestly, "To be honest, it’s becoming difficult to continue living by hunting."

"Due to certain special reasons, governments of major countries are cracking down on all kinds of hunting activities. Your tribe might not be prohibited from hunting, but you’ll definitely be significantly restricted."

"Eventually, you’ll probably only be able to hunt species designated by the officials, and not in large numbers, unable to fight ferociously with beasts as you do now."

After such words were spoken,

Stuka raised an eyebrow.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke seriously, "You know me; if there isn’t something truly convincing, I might look for other ways to survive rather than choose to join you under these circumstances."

His meaning was clear.

Taking advantage of the situation was futile.

To win his sincere allegiance, one had to defeat him!

However, Stuka had almost lost hope in this, unable to be convinced either by Tyson thirty years ago or by the top assassin twenty-five years ago.

Even now, at fifty and no longer at his peak, he could still easily handle several Tysons with one hand.

"I know you probably think that since Tyson wasn’t your match back in the day, I won’t have any way to persuade you this time either, and I’m just trying to exploit the crackdown policy on hunting," said Stuka.

"That’s not actually the case,"

"If I really wanted to coerce you into joining, as the second-in-command of Shadow Blade, I would have long ordered Shadow Blade to use all sorts of means."

"But I haven’t, I genuinely want to conquer you!" Kuqi said, looking straight at Stuka.

He wouldn’t waste time and effort trying to coerce Stuka into joining; after all, even if powerful, the man was only capable of taking on maybe a dozen men at most. If you added firearms into the mix, it was doubtful he could even handle three.

The cost-benefit ratio of forcing him to join was low.

It was better to invest in developing additional members from the orphanages funded by Shadow Blade from a young age.

Had he decided to give up after failing twice before?

The reason he came to extend an invitation this time,

was because, as the new steward of Shadow Blade, he felt that Shadow Blade must be sufficiently reputable at the grassroots.

The Shadow Blade Organization, now funded by three superpowers and with the deity Chen Yun as a backstage supporter,

needed to have a certain standard.

Not to mention anything else, but at the very least, being too much of a disappointment would absolutely tarnish the big man’s reputation.

Besides,

having survived the process of Bai Shi gaining control of Shadow Blade Organization, he ought to make substantial contributions to Shadow Blade to avoid being purged afterwards as much as possible.

"You really want to conquer me?"

"What do you mean?!"

Stuka’s wiping motion on the spear abruptly halted, and his gaze towards Kuqi suddenly sharpened.

Numerous thoughts surged into his mind.

Could it be...

Kuqi believes someone can rival him?!

This made Stuka’s blood boil with excitement.

Memories of past battles with fierce beasts began flooding his mind.

Yet facing this gaze mixed with anticipation and Killing Intent, Kuqi’s lips curled up calmly into a smile:

"Yes, if you faced Tyson the first time, and the second time you faced an assassin with 1.5 times the strength of Tyson in killing, then this time..."

Kuqi paused here.

A frenzy flashed through his eyes.

As an elder left behind by the Shadow Blade Organization, the three Superpowers had shared a portion of information about that personage to ensure his cooperation in managing the Shadow Blade Organization.

Therefore, whenever he thought of that personage, he couldn’t help but fall into fanaticism.

It was hard to imagine.

That such a divine entity truly exists in the world.

And the thought of recruiting for such an entity made him even more thrilled.

"What is it this time? Tell me!"

"Does it have three times the strength of Tyson?"

Stuka asked seriously, treating Tyson as a unit of measurement.

He was eager to know the answer.

He currently possessed about 2.5 times the strength of Tyson, and if someone had three times the strength of Tyson, that would undoubtedly fill him with pressure and motivation.

It may even pose the possibility of death to him.

"No, no, no, it’s not about how many times stronger than Tyson that person is. To be precise, it’s no longer simply about how many times stronger he is."

"What you’re facing now... is Taro!"

Kuqi looked at Stuka before him, speaking with profound meaning.

This caused Stuka to tilt his head, revealing a bewildered expression.

Huh?

Then silence ensued.

When people outside came to call for dinner, Kuqi walked out of the hut to join the tribe for the evening meal.

It was a kind of meatball mixed with grass, and Kuqi wasn’t too picky about it; it was already good for a primitive tribe to have enough to eat.

Stuka, however, remained silent in the grass house.

He seemed to be pondering what Taro was.

The next morning, Kuqi showed his sincerity to Stuka; three large trucks of people "protected" hundreds from the tribe and provided sufficient food every week.

This was also part of Stuka’s "salary."

That same afternoon, Stuka flew to Asia with Kuqi.

Just like that.

Stuka, theoretically the strongest human, was being sent to face Chen Yun, still in a foggy haze, by an efficient matching system.

On the way.

As a primitive man who was not so primitive.

Stuka used Kuqi’s phone to thoroughly search and understand what Taro is.

But after finishing the search, he was even more confused.

Taro was a fictional character, or rather, a fantastical entity akin to a deity.

In any case, it was all a bit too complex for him.

Although he didn’t understand much, the description of Taro’s 160,000-ton arm strength was very clear to him.

If his memory served him correctly.

His own peak was about 1.2 tons of strength, right? Now it was probably just over 900 kilograms.

Comparing these figures to the so-called Taro is like comparing a glowworm to the bright moon.

This made Stuka brim with doubt:

Me, fight Taro? Really?

For a moment, this primitive man couldn’t help but have countless questions he wanted to express.

Was he being hoodwinked?