Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 16: One slap to wake you up – the thrill of battle!

Ge Shulin realized that it was already too late when the other person left.

If the sky and sea hadn't converged so quickly, disrupting the frequency the enemy had set up...

He knew nothing at all—

Standing on high ground in the camp, watching the sky and sea converge and the moon phase grow ever clearer, he knew that a fierce battle was destined to break out today.

His golden eyes were as deep as ice, containing only endless coldness and murderous intent. Gazing into the distance, he gripped the knife in his hand tightly.

Following this trend... if a wave of residual images were to truly erupt, it would be very difficult for him to hold out alone now.

But with an outbreak like this, they can't escape either.

The gloom in his heart grew heavier, initially he thought it was just the tension and unease brought on by the approaching war. However, he then felt an unprecedented pain, as if his chest had been ripped open by an invisible hand, the pain far more profound than ever before.

"Mo Wunian..."

At that moment, only one person came to his mind.

"Roar--"

A clap of thunder flashed, and the torrential rain that had flowed against the current returned, gradually intensifying as it descended upon the land.

"No...no..."

He grabbed the knife and ran frantically towards the camp, his eyes revealing undisguised terror—in the instant the rain began to fall, he could no longer sense the man's presence.

sudden disappearance

He rushed into the camp in a panic, frantically searching the entire area, but couldn't find the other person. Finally, with a glimmer of hope, he pushed open the door of the small hut, only to find the room spotless, as if no one had ever been there.

"..."

At that very moment, his vision went dark. Memories flooded back: that person's attitude towards him after that incident, and the complex expression on their face, instantly made him realize something.

He slapped his forehead hard, his heart filled with self-reproach and regret. He had been so gullible to the other person, thus ignoring the fact that although the other person was not a Resonator, they possessed the same ability to manipulate frequencies...

How could that guy not realize that the afterimage tide was about to erupt?

He lied to him

He really... lied to himself.

His general's intuition quickly confirmed that the enemy had only one target, and he no longer cared what else was on the desk.

He coldly left the camp, striding across the threshold, letting the torrential rain lash him. The longsword in his hand erupted with an unprecedented purple flame, its light making the surrounding wind and rain seem to tremble. Gazing at the increasingly clear afterimages before him, a sinister smile crept across his face.

"Mo Wunian...this time..."

You lied to me.

He had lost his comrades-in-arms, and it seemed as if he had returned to the battlefield he had fought on.

And now he no longer needed to worry about anything: all he saw before him were enemies.

Even if he's only 12 years old, even if his current strength is only what it was at age 12...

But that's more than enough for now.

The purple flames landed on the ground and exploded rapidly, incinerating the remaining debris and quickly spreading to the surroundings. Laughing maniacally, he charged forward, his blade flashing as he swiftly cleared a space around himself.

He no longer cared about his wounds, and ignored the pain. More and more afterimages appeared in the torrential rain, but he remained fearless—his only goal was that place high in the sky.

He needs to catch the other person!

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from the high ground, the powerful impact tearing through the murderous intent in the rainy night and unleashing waves of surging air.

Most of the weaker afterimages vanished instantly after the explosion, turning into wisps of black smoke that drifted away into the distance. Only a few powerful afterimages seemed to have been left behind to hold off the enemy.

But it wasn't just these things that disappeared.

Another blade, wreathed in purple flames, slashed down, engulfing Geshulin in flames. The faint flames that had been there moments before flared up again, consuming everything in their path.

Purple flames cleared the way, and no one could stop them.

He was getting closer and closer to that place, and the strength of the remaining monsters he encountered was naturally increasing, but none of them could withstand a single attack from him.

As the path drew ever closer, the illusions vanished, and the flames surrounding him gradually dissipated, revealing a mature and resolute face. Yet, his golden eyes burned with only a chilling killing intent.

At this critical juncture, he regained his full fighting strength.

He glanced at his hands, then merely gave a mocking laugh, slung the knife over his back, and walked forward.

Aside from him having been here before, there's probably only that other person here.

The drizzling rain continued incessantly, and amidst the misty haze, he gradually discerned that familiar figure. The illusory image before him remained calm and undisturbed, as if it had foreseen his arrival, everything understood without a word.

"..."

He gripped his knife tightly in the back of his hand, but did not draw it.

Even knowing that the person in front of him was just an illusion, he still refused to take action for him.

"You little rascal, didn't you read the letter I left for you?!"

"Are you, Thomas, going to your death?!"

Geshulin: ? ? ?

That's right, this wasn't actually an illusion created by Su Huiyu, but the real Mo Wunian—albeit only a remnant soul.

At this moment, he looked at Geshu Lin, who was actually charging towards him, with such disappointment that he was about to vomit blood and die of anger.

He had given his all and risked his life to reverse the other party's fate. He finally thought he could take a break for a while, but who knew that this kid would actually come to kill him!

What preparations did he make before? Were they all for nothing?

He wanted to continue lecturing the other person, to make them rational. But when their eyes met, he froze on the spot—those eyes held the anger of being deceived, the sadness of being abandoned, and a morbid emotion that he couldn't explain and dared not admit.

"……noob?"

Ge Shulin merely approached him, and even knowing that he was currently without a physical form and merely a phantom, he couldn't help but take a step back.

Watching the other person's hand strangely pierce through him, he fell silent, looked up at Ge Shulin, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"Well... I'm just a phantom right now..."

"Of course you can't catch it."

"Take my advice, you should go back..."

"I'm already in this state, there's nothing you can do about it, so stop thinking about fighting the boss alone."

"You know how it ended when you charged in alone last time."

He really wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder and push them away. But right now, he was just a phantom, and couldn't do anything in the short term.

He painstakingly tried to persuade Ge Shulin, whose gaze had never left him, but a deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

"...Mo Wunian"

"Why did you lie to me?"

Upon hearing the accusation against him, Mo Wunian wanted to refute it, but he couldn't.

I truly lied to him, but it was all for his own good.

"……sorry"

"But... I have to die."

If I don't die, neither of us will survive.

Upon hearing the other person's reply, Ge Shulin merely covered his head, took a few steps back, and finally laughed. His laughter was tinged with deep irony and helplessness.

"He must die... Ha..."

"What could possibly force you to your death?!"

"You'd rather walk alone to your grave than tell me everything!"

"Mo Wunian!"

Looking at the grief-stricken and angry man before him, he repeatedly tried to utter the words he wanted to say, but couldn't.

What could he say? Tell the other party that the world wanted him dead? And then get the world's consciousness to notice him again?

"Geshulin"

I admit I lied to you this time.

I'm so sorry.

"I'm begging you to go back. Even in the current situation, you have absolutely no chance of defeating what's inside."

But now, as a remnant soul, he couldn't persuade Geshulin, whose reason was on the verge of collapse. The knife in that person's hand was once again imbued with purple flames, and his gaze was fixed on the cave entrance not far away.

“I told you, who dares to kill you…”

I'll kill whoever I want.

I won't lie to you.

Damn it, the person in front of me has really gone mad. Although my strike did cripple Ming Shiki, most of the power was used to deal with something that wanted to absorb me.

If the other side really insists on fighting, they're guaranteed to die!

"Little Bai, you!"

The only result he received was being ignored. At this moment, all that remained in Ge Shulin's eyes was the person who had caused the deaths of countless comrades and Mo Wunian.

This time, you really can't blame him...

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap rang out, and Ge Shulin froze on the spot, covering his face in disbelief, trembling as he looked at Mo Wunian.

"You're addicted to fighting, aren't you!"

"Why would someone want to go and die for no reason?"

"Even if I have to sleep for years, I'm going to beat you awake today!"

Mo Wunian shook his slightly aching hand and looked coldly at Ge Shulin, whose eyes had suddenly become clear.

He had just forcibly contacted the system to briefly restore his abilities; although his physical body couldn't maintain it for long, it seemed to be effective so far.

"Ge Shulin! You fucking don't value your own life, think about me!"

"I saved your life! How dare you try to die for me?"

"Even if I die, I must give my permission!"

I don't care about anything else, I'll use moral blackmail to get this kid back.

But to his surprise, the first thing the other person did upon realizing they could touch him was to grab him tightly, pulling so hard it hurt his hand.

However, the pain didn't last long, because I returned to my ethereal state—and was about to dissipate.

"Mo Wunian..."

He couldn't say much more now; the person in front of him was gradually becoming unreal, and he could feel his consciousness growing increasingly blurred, unable to hear anything anymore.

"Little White... let's go back..."

"The letter... contains what I want to say..."

He wanted to say something more, but the countdown in the system space reminded him that he had to leave. In the end, he could only leave with a mixture of tenderness and helplessness.

And so I depart—

Don't come again. Let the wanderers come and do it in three years.

You... you should just live a good life and survive for another three years.

It's better to be alive than dead.

"..."

The figure before him turned into starlight and vanished in front of him.

Once again, I have lost someone indispensable in my life.

The next moment, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the cave, forcing him back several meters. He shook his head and coldly stared at the direction. The moment he touched it, he felt a barrier blocking him from the outside.

"Is Mingshi trying to stop others from getting closer...?"

He released a wisp of purple flame from his hand, and to his surprise, even his resonance ability couldn't penetrate the barrier. This gave him an idea of ​​just how powerful this barrier was.