Chapter 331 - - ’You’re Really Like a Child

Chapter 331: Chapter 328 - ’You’re Really Like a Child

"Swoosh!"

Three arrows shot from the right side were knocked down by Su Ming’an with a single sword strike.

These arrows were coated with a layer of purple liquid, which looked like poison.

The pitch-black tunnel stretched in front of him.

Su Ming’an had been moving forward for three minutes.

It wasn’t difficult to navigate the road. With the lighting, high Mentality Points had given him extreme acuity and reflexes; all attacks were predictably traced in his eyes.

Again, a fork in the road appeared in front of him, the left side lit up while the right side was enshrouded in darkness.

The voice of Sevya floated from somewhere:

"—Our white-faced warrior has come to a fork in the road again. Let’s look forward to what kind of choice he will make—"

Cheers and screams arose amidst the amplification, echoing in the empty tunnel, and reverberating repeatedly in his ears.

Su Ming’an didn’t hesitate to choose the right path.

The moment he rushed into this narrow path, he heard a "rumble" from behind.

Turning around, a gigantic round stone was rolling from the way he had come, with the ground emitting intense vibrations.

As he entered the right path, the stone shifted directions and rapidly rolled towards him.

He stretched out his right hand and initiated Spatial Vibration.

"Boom—!"

The tunnel shook violently.

The road behind him cracked open forcefully, the giant stone trembling fiercely, stuck within the crack.

He turned back, about to step forward when suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way.

A strong sense of danger climbed up his spine as the bricks under his feet quickly fell, and he abruptly stretched out his hand, grabbing onto the edge of the ground, his legs dangling in the air.

Beneath him, a layer of poison-coated sharp spikes pointed upwards.

If he hadn’t managed to grab onto the ground in time and had fallen down, he would now resemble a hedgehog.

The surrounding cheers grew even more intense, with the screams of the Soul Clan desiring to see blood incessant in his ear. They shouted loudly for him to quickly fall.

In his view, the barrage also became chaotic, with many reveling in misfortune voicing out, stating that it was dramatic that Number One Player was about to die here because of his recklessness.

And Su Ming’an looked at these people, thinking it indeed seemed like a drama.

They thought he was being reckless, as if in some play, little did they know he was actually facing a mirror.

He clung to the edge, his body swaying precariously, using one hand forcefully managing to stabilize the other on the ground.

The strength in Shadow State was really not great, struggling to support his entire weight. His nails dug into the cracks of the bricks, barely giving him a point of leverage.

He clung to the ground, about to climb up, when suddenly, he saw a shadow cast from above.

The leader of the Soul Clan, wearing a top hat and swaying a cup of fresh blood, was looking down at him.

"Need help, Father?" Sevya asked.

"If possible," Su Ming’an said.

"Then beg me. Apologize for not acknowledging my words." Sevya said.

Su Ming’an narrowed his eyes.

His palm shifted slightly to the right, clutching another brick.

"You really are like a child," Su Ming’an said, "so desperate for the approval of adults, why don’t you go find some slaves and have them praise you."

Sevya’s gaze turned savage.

Blood-red nails broke through his white gloves, growing at his fingertips like ten sharp blades.

He thrust towards Su Ming’an’s left hand like stabbing with a dagger, and Su Ming’an swiftly withdrew his hand.

Left with only his right hand clinging to the ground, he looked like he was about to topple over.

"Now, beg for mercy from me in the eyes of all the Soul Clan," the blood-red in Sevya’s eyes was particularly striking in the darkness, "...and I will forgive you."

His hand landed on Su Ming’an’s other hand, appearing to be ready to thrust at any moment.

"Your ideology is so naive it disgusts me," Su Ming’an said, "I must refuse."

Sevya’s hand suddenly trembled violently.

It seemed as if fierce flames were dancing in his eyes, and his expression grew increasingly rigid.

Sevya violently thrust downwards, aiming to pierce through Su Ming’an’s palm.

In the midst of Sevya’s violently trembling angry gaze, Su Ming’an suddenly released the ground he was tightly clinging to and fell downward.

Sevya was initially stunned, then violently reached out to grab him.

The next moment, Su Ming’an’s Spatial Vibration hit the totally unguarded opponent.

Invisible fluctuations circulated around Sevya, and the intense vibrations caused the edge’s bluestones to begin exploding.

Sevya’s figure stiffened in place, while Su Ming’an had already landed on a sharp long needle.

The next moment, the white Cross Light of the Spatial Displacement flashed, and Su Ming’an appeared behind Sevya, giving him a fierce push.

The push came and went quickly at the opponent’s spine, after which Su Ming’an turned and ran.

As he had expected, there was a small door not far away; it seemed Sevya had entered through this escape door.

He quickly passed through the escape door, slammed it shut, and the sound of electrical explosions came from behind.

As Su Ming’an suddenly stepped into a brightly lit area, he saw a private room in front of him, which might be Sevya’s room.

Above the room, various screens were open, broadcasting various scenes inside the tunnel.

The exclamations of the Soul Clan came from behind the wall, and with Sevya’s furious voice echoing, Su Ming’an no longer hesitated and rushed towards the large bed.

"Bang!"

The escape door was violently broken open, and electricity surged out.

A bloodied Sevya burst out, sending a palm strike in his direction.

The electricity, flowing like water, quickly wrapped around Su Ming’an, bringing with it a bone-piercing pain, and a yellow icon flashed in the upper left of his vision momentarily.

One health point deducted.

Even in such a furious state, Sevya did not use a lethal attack capable of killing a person, but rather used a purely controlling skill that did no damage.

"Why didn’t you kill me," Su Ming’an stood by the bed, looking utterly unruffled.

"..." Sevya did not speak.

He seemed to be extremely angry.

After a brief silence, the rage in his eyes began to gradually subside.

On the front of emotion control, this Soul Clan leader was doing quite well.

"Kill you? What a waste," Sevya sneered, his tone no longer as indifferent as before, "A being capable of transforming me into a high-ranking member of the Soul Clan is worth some serious re

"..." Su Ming’an was stunned.

He glanced at his current stock. After clearing the first level, he now had 600 Resource Points.

In front of him, Sevya had already approached, his hand shaped like a blade, seemingly aiming to knock him out.

At that moment, Su Ming’an suddenly went limp and fell back, towards the direction of the bed.

Under Sevya’s astonished gaze, Su Ming’an, upon touching the bed, vanished in an instant.

The colorful, merry prompt appeared before his eyes.

Su Ming’an walked down the stairs carpeted in red, pushing open the doors of the church.

Bewilderment was a trump card, and his second trump card was this night-time level of "Demon King and the Brave."

He had learned that when he entered this personal level, his body in the real world would also disappear.

Therefore, as long as it was night-time, and as long as he could touch a piece of furniture like a bed where he could sleep, he could hide in an invincible space.

But there were limitations.

Seeing him vanish on the bed, Sevya would undoubtedly wait outside.

If he couldn’t earn 1500 Resource Points in the second level, going back would be a waste.

Although he still had another trump card, the Random Spatial Teleportation Scroll, which could instantly teleport him away from this city of the Soul Clan, it also meant he could never return to this city again.

Thus, even though he had just been plunged into a life-or-death crisis, nearly walking on the edge of a blade, he wanted to try to break this situation rather than just crush the scroll and run away.

If he could bewitch Sevya...

He pushed open the doors of the church, hearing the system’s voice continue to broadcast:

With twin beams of white light, puppets branded with "Jin Qiangwei" and "Ebony Devotee" appeared on the red clay in front of him.

The system broadcast ended there.

Su Ming’an opened the temporary game interface and found many new things added.

In addition to being able to maintain the balance between the Red and Blue forces, a "Soldiers" section had also appeared.

Unfortunately, inside it, there were only two names, "Golden Rose" and "Ebony Devotee."

He looked at the panels of the two.

[Name: Jin Qiangwei

Personality: Dignified, Generous, Affinity.

Expertise: Diplomacy, Etiquette.

Selling Price: 600 Resource Points]

[Name: Black Devotee

Personality: Loyal, Constant, Steady.

Expertise: Combat, Military.

Selling Price: 400 Resource Points.]

He did not understand the significance of these two soldiers’ skill panels at first, but he saw the "Selling Price."

When Resource Points were tight, he could also sell these two soldiers.

He glanced at the battle report, having gained one hundred thirty Resource Points for maintaining a balance between the two sides.

After waiting a moment, a sudden event popped up before his eyes.

In the center of the sand table, the previously stalemated Red Team army retreated as if drained of water, and the balanced situation changed instantly.

Su Ming’an remembered that an important way to gain Resource Points was to maintain the balance of the battle.

He immediately thought of investing Resource Points to help the Red Team army when he suddenly saw a tip next to the panel:

Su Ming’an understood.

This was a talent deployment game!

He immediately assigned Jin Qiangwei to the field, and with a flash of white light, the Jin Qiangwei puppet disappeared in front of him.

At the same time, on the floating sand table, a red triangle icon representing Jin Qiangwei appeared on the Red Team’s side along with a time indicator below.

He saw that he could also send out the Black Devotee to complete the "homework copying" mission at the Demon King City stele.

However, the system panel indicated that the stele’s task was not compatible with the Black Devotee, and might not yield good results.

So, he simply sent both Black Devotee and Jin Qiangwei to the battlefield.

One hour later, both returned, and he saw the mission settlement.

A white light appeared.

The puppet labeled "Moonlight Watcher" joined Su Ming’an’s army of soldiers.

Looking at the three soldiers in front of him and the new temporary task floating over the sand table, Su Ming’an suddenly felt that he had fully grasped this game.

Delegate talent, hang up and position.

...Simple.