Chapter 927: Chapter 925: Phenomenon
"What’s going on?"
Catherine, who originally planned to enjoy the spectacle while getting a manicure,
changed from her lazy posture to standing entirely in front of the window, with several eyes growing among her tentacles, all pressed against the glass for careful observation.
The one most skilled in the Pupil Skill, Little Grape, shrouded in Yellow Skin, also displayed the stance of the ’Evil Sun Prophet,’ standing near the window and seriously watching Yi Chen’s actions.
Only William sat on the sofa at the back, as the entire theater scene could serve as his Eye.
The reason everyone was watching so intently, even without understanding, was precisely because of the ’strangeness’ of this battle, or more accurately, the strangeness of Yi Chen.
The battle had been ongoing for five whole minutes, yet so far, there had been no sound of weapons clashing, nor was either combatant injured,
only the ground was left pockmarked with pits of various sizes filled with mucus,
a large number of butterflies bearing human heads withering, dying on the ground, even covering a hundred meters in colorful patterns.
Jin relentlessly continued her frenzied assault,
her right hand never stopping as it wielded the White Tower Long Sword, while the left hand kept changing moves,
either an explosive proliferation making her left hand into a spear thrusting outward,
or suddenly shaping a mass of explosive tumors, which, under Fu Jiang’s influence, turned into human heads, as terrifying as a Flying Head Monster, capable of auto-targeting and causing even stronger explosions.
She could also manually control the butterfly swarm, making their flying speed and cohesion multiply several times.
But regardless of how she changed her moves, how much she increased her speed,
even as wings grew again behind Jin, pressing closer step by step, she still couldn’t touch Yi Chen in the slightest... every attack that seemed about to hit was evaded entirely at the last moment.
From start to finish, Yi Chen made no move, only adopting the hand blade stance, consistently dodging.
After every dodge, Yi Chen seemed to become lighter, as if at any moment, he might float upward, as if submerged in water.
Any butterfly or splattering liquid coming close would be immediately affected by Death, obliterated or aged to death.
Catherine murmured softly, "Miss Jin’s attack level has reached the baseline of a Plague Master... each strike is swift and fierce with various changing moves, yet can be completely avoided.
How fast and observant does one have to be?"
However, Little Grape provided a completely different perspective. Its eyes had already discerned the root cause,
"It’s not simply a matter of speed and observation, but a matter of time... all attacks close to Mr. Yi are slowed down in an instant.
We can’t see it, but Mr. Yi can feel it very intuitively.
His Death has already formed an actual deep-sea effect, allowing Mr. Yi to present this floating state, enabling the time around him to flow very slowly.
And Mr. Yi himself is unaffected inside it,
Miss Jin’s seemingly variable and swift attacks that can’t be dodged, when they reach Mr. Yi, appear very slow, giving him ample time to dodge.
However, Mr. Yi probably hasn’t comprehended it for long and is still adapting, so he hasn’t made a move yet... how strong! Even when my Evil Sun vision falls on him, it gets completely distorted, nearly swallowed by that dark ocean."
Sitting on the leather sofa, William listened to their discussion silently, fingers crossed, resting against his nose and mouth.
"Close to touching that Supreme God’s divinity? As expected of Mr. Yi... Hold on!"
William’s Brain Hole suddenly shot through with a flash, and he suddenly realized something, "Could it be that Yi Chen, after all his efforts in cultivating, guiding, and even preserving this newly acquainted woman, intends to use her as a ’key’? Hahaha, I said, how could a solitary walker like Mr. Yi become so warm-hearted?
I almost want to open up your body and carefully feel whether your rectum is cold or hot...
About time to adapt, right? The real showdown is about to start."
...
Amid the planetary scenarios simulated by the theater,
the Fu Jiang mask that had been concentrated on Jin’s face was melting away, gradually revealing the ferocious expression beneath.
Despite having put forth all her strength, despite having improved so much, why can’t she touch the man in front of her,
every move either obliterated by Death or felt as if she was plunging into a deep sea mire, completely dodged at the last moment.
After another full set of combos missed, Jin ceased her chase.
Her wings fluttered, carrying the congregation of surrounding butterflies as she landed fifty meters away,
Whew~ Whew...
The intense and continuous assault left Jin breathless, perspiring all over, as even the head on her shoulder sweated and panted alongside her.
With one hand clutching the mask that was about to melt, she tore it off directly!
Swish~ Part of the skin on her face was even torn away, revealing strands of muscle fibers jumping across her face, and even within those fibers, several Fu Jiang heads moved like crawling centipedes, demonstrating how deeply Fu Jiang’s Concept had invaded Jin.
The torn visage soon healed, and Jin immediately returned to a gentle expression.
"I heard from William that Mr. Yi once fought the renowned Great Emperor Pulaid to a standstill... really strong, and he’s gotten even stronger these past two years.
I really want to occupy your body, I really want to have a physical exchange with a strong person like you.
I’ve already thought of the condition to win over you... become one of my men."
Yi Chen didn’t reply, as his consciousness was now straddling between the Deep Sea and reality, as if he saw the Temple in the deepest Black Sea without even using the hangman’s rope.
But in the next second, a sense of danger surged directly into his soul, pulling Yi Chen’s thoughts back to the present moment.
Jin sat cross-legged in the air,
the White Tower Sword, which should have been held in her hand, was suspended upside down in front of her,
her whole being exuding an extremely intense aura of evil and malice,
Jin softly chanted an incomprehensible Sanskrit phrase, only the final words were vaguely understandable to Yi Chen.
≮Evade, Milky White Pagoda≯
The Pagoda Long Sword slowly sank, disappearing into the ground as if submerging in water, a ripple of milky-white hues spread out.
Yi Chen could distinctly feel a certain "field" following the spread of the ripples, bringing immense trouble once caught within. He immediately attempted to retreat with the fastest steps.
But on what seemed like an endless planetary surface and the vast deep space of the universe, Yi Chen, after retreating several hundred meters, hit an air wall.
The ripples spread to them,
the Concept of the phenomenon forcibly rewriting thoughts,
Buzz! As a pure white flashed through Yi Chen’s mind, he found himself waking in a clean and tidy bedroom.
Before he had time to closely examine the cozy room, a very familiar voice came from outside, his mother’s voice.
"Yi Chen, come down to eat!"
The maternal voice felt extremely familiar to Yi Chen, yet he couldn’t recall where this intense familiarity came from, other than from his own family life.
Walking down the stairs to the first-floor dining room,
his kind-faced mother had already prepared seafood wontons. Sitting by the dining table was a sturdy father reading the newspaper, though his father’s face wasn’t as familiar as his mother’s,
"Dad, Mom!"
Yi Chen involuntarily called out, seemingly a habit of over twenty years.
There were four servings of wontons on the table, but there were only three of them here. Yi Chen couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Who’s the other bowl for?"
His mother ran over with a puzzled look, feeling his forehead, "No fever~ why say something so strange."
Just then, the sound of flushing came from the bathroom,
a woman wearing only a pajama top, revealing slender white legs, walked out, first sniffing the aroma of wontons and proclaiming loudly, "Smells so good! Thank you, Mom!"
Subsequently, she came behind Yi Chen, wrapping her arms around his neck, lightly kissing his cheek.
"Good morning, husband~"
"Jin..." as Yi Chen called out her name, a decade of memories together swiftly flooded his mind.