Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 27: Why is the Remnant Star Society here again?

This frequency was clearly much more dangerous than Chun's. Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly swung his sword towards the first point he sensed, and the next moment, a red spider lily blocked the attack.

Looking at the blue-haired woman before him, and her left eye covered by bandages, his identity instantly became clear—Floro from the Remnant Star Society.

"We just saw off Black Coast... why is the Remnant Star Society following us again?"

Is it possible that the other party will appear here at this time?

Forget it, the original plot has already fallen apart like this, so why bother with the timeline?!

He sensed the dangerous energy emanating from his opponent, but made no move. His sword remained protectively in front of him, and he dared not be distracted for even a moment.

Prevent the opponent from making a move at any time

This is unlike Tsubaki; although the plot doesn't show much about the danger level of the other party...

Just look at how Brother Rice Ball next door treats the drifters, and you'll know.

"How long have you been following me... and what brings you here so suddenly?"

"To receive so much attention in just one day is truly overwhelming..."

However, after waiting for a while, the person in front of him still didn't make any move, as if he had come to check on his current situation.

I don't plan to do anything.

"It seems... these beautiful notes..."

"It hasn't been contaminated by anything yet."

Someone who was suddenly compared to a musical note: ?

Flora didn't say anything, standing on a rock to the side, looking down at him, a hint of interest flickering in her exposed eye.

The words that came out of his mouth made him twitch his lips involuntarily.

"You've already seen that woman; her time is up..."

"It's time for the two of us to have a proper talk."

"As a being that resides within the sword... I thought it would be quite some time before you revealed your true form..."

"The speed is indeed quite fast."

"It truly surprised us."

He admitted that the Remnant Star Society must have been tracking the Wanderers since they awoke, and he was well aware of their usual subtle attention.

But revealing one's true form so quickly still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Ha... what do you want to talk about now?"

"I admit I'm a bit biased, but compared to them, the people from your Remnant Star Society really don't seem normal."

Floro was clearly prepared for his statement. He rested his chin on his hand, raised a strange smile, squinted, and shook his head.

"Normal? No, no, no..."

"We are simply portraying the truth of this world."

"Compared to the false prosperity they show you... we'd rather create a new world with you."

Your value... is enough to stir up even bigger waves in this already murky water.

Okay, that confirms it. We've encountered a second riddle-solver.

"It's all so vague, you might as well just tell me exactly what my role is."

"I don't think an innocent sword can cause much of a stir."

He felt less apprehensive about this organization; at worst, he'd just fight them. Although they were quite strong, he wasn't afraid to challenge them.

—If he doesn't fight soon, he feels he'll forget all his fighting skills.

"Haven't you realized your own worth yet?"

"Within this perfect score... you can destroy it, or you can elevate it..."

"Your connection to this world is far deeper than you imagine..."

"You've been deeply entrenched in this game for a long time!"

Having said that, he suddenly drew his sword and swung it forward, quickly closing in on his opponent. However, his opponent was clearly experienced in combat; the spider lily rose from the ground to block the attack while simultaneously unleashing boundless petals to counterattack.

However, this attack clearly did not hinder him. The shockwave around him easily shattered the attack. He rose up from the stone wall and swept out with a slash.

"So you're just stalling for time!"

—His sudden attack was not without reason.

He had just sensed that his frequency was being forcibly manipulated, and his consciousness was gradually fading.

If his control over frequencies hadn't been far beyond that of ordinary people, he might have really crashed and burned in this ditch.

More importantly—he could sense that his physical location was changing.

The frequency is incredibly high.

Seeing that his purpose had been exposed, Fu Luoluo showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, his eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement as he looked at the other man. This reaction only filled Fu Luoluo with more doubt and confusion.

After dodging his own attack with a turn, he conjured the Other Shore in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, vines spread out and quickly surrounded him.

"You're definitely more interesting than I imagined."

No wonder that person was so interested.

"Looks like the scars did have some use... I actually managed to get my hands on the main body..."

"Compared to those who wander... someone like you, a variable, should be kept in hand at all times!"

What the hell?! You treat wanderers with respect and understanding, but you just force yourself on me?!

Unable to even comment on this behavior, he quickly lowered his stance. He swung his sword in his right hand, unleashing several blade strikes to shatter the vines' attack, only to be immediately blocked by the spreading attacks.

Seeing the other party's confident expression, he suddenly laughed, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"..."

"I wonder what to say about villains like you who like to reveal their true intentions?"

"But if Thomas dared to run away alone, he must have some backup plan?"

"Don't underestimate the bond I have with wanderers!"

Flora also realized that things were beyond her expectations, and raised her hand to attack him once again.

But unfortunately it was too late.

He had just felt the frequency fluctuations on his side becoming increasingly intense, and in the next moment he even sensed the spatial...

This action, ironically, allowed him to quickly pinpoint his own location, thus giving him the opportunity to manipulate the situation.

They simply ignored Flora's attack that came at them again.

It blurred on the spot.

"Can you even react in time?!"

"Bye bye!"

Why is it called the "original body"? It's because the connection between oneself and that thing is so profound, to the point of being inseparable.

He can't leave the other person now, but the other person can't leave him either.

In this situation, the sword served as a marker. He could return at any time.

This is precisely the loophole that the other party failed to notice.

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Meanwhile, the wanderers had already stormed into the wounded space.

However, the frosty expression on his face was unlike anything he had ever seen before, utterly chilling, and his golden pupils burned with an undisguised killing intent. All the minor monsters he encountered along the way were slain with a single stroke of his sword, none spared. Now, only eight words remained in his mind: "If Buddha stands in my way, I will kill him; if God stands in my way, I will kill him."

"How dare he... How dare he take him away!"

"Mo Wunian..."

Meanwhile, the wounded creature was still unaware of what it had done, peacefully remaining at the end of the secret realm, watching as it used spatial manipulation to snatch the sword from its opponent.

"...the frequency of its emission is indeed different from the others."

“Complex, cumbersome frequencies…”

"If it detonates... hah."

The scarred figure stood at the edge of the secret realm, lightly twirling his longsword, a near-mad glint in the depths of his eyes.

"No wonder...no wonder they wanted to seize it beforehand."

"It would be such a waste to hand it over to those people!"

Unfortunately, the time for appreciation was brief. The next moment, sensing something, he shifted his gaze from the sword and, manipulating space, saw that the Wanderer had arrived deep within the illusion.

And with a few swift and decisive moves, he dealt with the monsters blocking his path, and was about to enter the area he was in.

"Decisive and ruthless, you see... we have so much in common..."

"Shut up! Give the sword back!"

The wanderer is now completely deaf to reason. He never imagined that his carelessness would lead to the other person stealing his true form. He's filled with remorse and wishes he could travel back in time to beat himself up and then beat up the other person.

"Don't be in such a hurry. Now that you've come before us, I'm eager to know your answer..."

"And where this sword will ultimately belong."

The next moment, Scar saw the Wanderer's sword swing towards him, so fast that he almost couldn't react. He quickly dodged and threw out a few cards to counterattack, temporarily stopping the opponent's advance.

However, the wounded warrior ultimately underestimated the Wanderer's full-force attack, which actually managed to cleave through his attack and swing his sword at him. Golden streaks of light swiftly attacked the opponent's back, sparing no effort.

"...Would you like to take the sword back?"

The opponent made no attempt to conceal his intentions; almost all of his attacks were designed to force him to drop his sword. However, the more this was done, the less willing he became to fight—even when he was covered in wounds.

Look at how anxious you are!

"Even the attack frequency has become much more chaotic... This sword will be of greater use to us!"

"That person too..."

Experience has shown that it's best not to provoke your opponent during a fight, especially if they're already angry.

As the wound appeared, another streak of light descended from the sky, swiftly sealing off its surroundings. Simultaneously, the wanderer directly in front of him pierced his shoulder with a sword—if he hadn't dodged in time, he would likely have been stabbed in the chest.

"cough……"

He felt a surge of blood in his throat, but the wound only fueled his excitement. Although he had suffered many injuries, it was a turning point. He quickly conjured a card in his left hand, ready to throw it at his opponent during the next swing of his sword.

But then another voice shattered his expectations.

"You little rascal, you're not exactly a stealth buddy..."

"You dare steal the original body I gave to Brother Chao?"

The familiar voice rang out, instantly snapping the wanderer out of his daze. He felt the sword in his hand begin to vibrate violently, and the next moment a figure appeared behind him, looking at him with a sly grin.

Then, without any mercy, he struck the hand gripping the sword.

"hiss……"

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was in pain, Mo Wunian forcefully snatched his true form from the other party's hand.

He also kicked her hard.

"I'm not late, am I?"

"We were ambushed, but we must have made it in time."

Holding his true form, he approached the wanderer, a flicker of heartache crossing his eyes as he looked at the wounds on the other's body. He then reached out and used his abilities to heal the wanderer.

"……sorry"

"It's nothing, the most important thing is that you're alright."

"The original body was just taken away; we can simply take it back."

"I think the more important thing right now is..."

Looking at the wounded man panting before him, then at his own slightly soiled clothes, and finally at the wanderer standing to the side, the sword in his hand seemed to be itching to be drawn.

"Let's beat this guy up."