Chapter 262 - 262 243 Reincarnation

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262: Chapter 243: Reincarnation 262: Chapter 243: Reincarnation Time and fate, sometimes, are just cycles of reincarnation. The holy yet cunning evil creature stands on the stage, showing off its power and strength, playing with the destiny of mortals, and enjoying the despair and struggle of the weak… “Here we go again…” This familiar scene makes Xia Qin feel like she’s back in a nightmare. “Xiao Min, Xie Wancheng, Ah Long, Min Te’an…” And the familiar faces on the Mother Tree reveal that this is not a dream, but an even harsher reality. Feeling powerless once more, the blaze ignites again in her chest in the next instant. The pledge to never give up hope is also a curse that doesn’t know the meaning of giving up. Being a Sword Saint seems destined to clash with all obstacles from the beginning, or simply to kill themselves in the process. She looks at the familiar evil creature on the stage. It’s just a more formidable enemy, and she is no longer the same person as she was two months ago… “Hold on.” But she is stopped by Lu Ping’an. Lu Ping’an is also a bit helpless. He hadn’t seen Xia Qin being rash like this before. Could the rumor that becoming a Sword Saint would reduce one’s intelligence actually be true? He glances at the stage and sees the giant cat beating up Tie Zhenmei, like a cat playing with a mouse. He knows the outcome is already predetermined. Lu Ping’an’s main focus has always been on the unsupervised Sophist… Did Fang Wen run away? Let her run then, where can she possibly escape to? The truly dangerous one is the seemingly ordinary man… He summoned Kerdalais for a reason, definitely not to set up a feast for himself. Lu Ping’an narrows his eyes and quietly moves closer. Regardless of what the man is thinking, eliminating him first seems like a good choice. —– —– “It’s about time…” Yuan Dunxing, the Sophist, is ecstatic and feverish the moment Kerdalais appears. Blood-silk fills his pupils as at least three of his brains are already overloaded, all of his thinking circuits singing hymns. What a beautiful and powerful sacred beast, what perfect fighting skills, what a wealth of knowledge. Despite having less than fifth-tier basic attributes, it treats a sixth-tier Tie Zhenmei like a toy, showcasing just the tip of the iceberg of its true capabilities, an innate ability to toy with its prey… The yawning sacred beast easily transforms the “gourmet” Tie Zhenmei’s all-out effort into a boring child’s somersault. “Lu Ping’an…” This man, or boy, is standing in the way of his continued observation of the divine appearance. Such blasphemy! But because going against the norm is also a norm, he forgives him. Does he want to kill him? Of course, he wants to kill him to silence him, and to completely conceal that he is the only true winner of the ritual of Ascension. Those eyes staring at him seem to say that between them, only one can survive. “Yes, yes, that’s right, that’s how it is! Our fates collide like trains, and only one can survive.” Yuan Dunxing is too excited and too happy. At this moment, at the peak of his life, to encounter a fellow traveler, a competitor, an archenemy, a wind blowing against him chosen by fate, and a peer, is such a fortunate, romantic, and theatrical event… “Die.” But his “archenemy” doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment… Even this declaration of “war” is something he has to provide the voice for himself. All Lu Ping’an does is silently swing his blade. “Oh, no, no, not now. Performers on stage need to be patient. We’re not the main characters right now.” However, Yuan Dunxing’s words do not make Lu Ping’an stop. In fact, Lu Ping’an’s attack directly causes countless sword flashes to appear behind Yuan Dunxing… Xia Qin has no intention of holding back either. Caught between them, or perhaps fighting to the death, Yuan Dunxing opens his arms as though murmuring something. But the development of the situation surpasses everyone’s expectations in an instant. “Aaaaaaaah!” The moment the victim screamed in agony, the attacker was stunned. A second earlier, Yuan Dunxing suddenly spread his arms, embracing the blade. The war scythe cut off his right arm, but the sword… pierced his heart. The blood gushing from his chest, surprisingly red, heightened the vigilance of Lu Ping’an and Xia Qin. “Oh, oh, oh, oh. I deserve to die at your hands, dear Captain Xia, avenging the enemy… no, my former friend and comrade. How does it feel?” What trick was he playing? Why was he completely defenceless? In that instant, he didn’t even try to dodge… no, he evaded Lu Ping’an’s war scythe and lined his chest up with the sword. Blood spouted out, and the young super fugitive could no longer stand; he lay on the ground, coughing up blood. There was no doubt that it was a fatal wound. Under the watchful eyes of his two adversaries, he fell to the ground in silence and… lost all signs of life. Ten seconds? Five seconds? Regardless, his vital signs vanished instantly. Was it suicide? Deliberately seeking death? Penitence? The completely incomprehensible reality was laid before everyone. The two who killed him were dumbfounded for the turn of events had exceeded their expectations. Was the mastermind of all this dead already? Even if he couldn’t face Lu Ping’an and Xia Qin’s combined attack, why didn’t he resist? “Playing dead? A clone?” Xia Qin didn’t let her guard down. She knew that for professionals, apparent death never meant the end. “…So that’s how it is.” At this moment, Lu Ping’an sighed helplessly. Although he couldn’t see through everything, he had a guess. Xia Qin still didn’t believe he could have died just like that. She remained on full guard, but reality soon refuted her stubbornness. Yuan Dunxing was indeed dead… When the tentacle monster, which had been dragging the corpses of the losers, began to drag his body and throw it onto the Mother Tree, the irrefutable reality was that the “Sophist had died”. Xia Qin herself also felt something inexplicable inside her. Was it all over? “No, it’s just the beginning.” Lu Ping’an looked back and found that “himselt” was already standing in the middle of the arena. The thin and sick-looking youth was none other than his former self from two months ago. Now, he seemed lost, but he looked up at the jubilant Big Cat on the stands… This big cat was shoving the miserable Tie Zhenmei into the Mother Goddess statue. As Yuan Dunxing’s corpse was pulled in, another grinning face appeared on the tree… Old Ke and Jia Yi didn’t show up because they were already dead. What Yuan Dunxing had been manipulating from beginning to end was just a puppet. Big Cat looked happy, her tail wagging in the air, brimming with excitement. She laughed and looked down. Her tone was full of malice. “Oh my, I’ve been neglecting my distinguished guests. You poor children, so young and facing such a harsh fate. Are you twins with the same face? Hmm, maybe I should introduce a little something interesting, like, let’s see which one of you brothers can make it out alive?” The gentle smile spoke the most vicious words, and this creature wasn’t anything pleasant in any aspect. Having averted the crisis, her sadistic tendencies resurfaced, and she treated the two Lu Ping’ans as a new source of “fun”. At this point, only a few people were still standing on the field. Xia Qin looked cautious, bracing herself for what was to come. But Lu Ping’an stopped her once more. “There’s no need…” Lu Ping’an had already seen through what would happen next. He looked at “himself” with a complex gaze. The somber-faced youth suddenly smiled, pointing his middle finger at the high platform. “…If death is inevitable, I challenge that silly-looking cat on the platform.” Two months ago, in the same place, with the same appearance and smile, the same choice was made… “Host, or host cat, I choose to challenge you. Uh, why are you all staring at me? Can’t the host be challenged?” In Xia Qin’s mind, the images of two identical youths making the same choice overlapped. The threads of fate merged once more.

Chapter 262 - 262 243 Reincarnation

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