Chapter 131.2 Merfolk Shore
Mr. Ruan lacked the ability to suppress the opponent with song. Gradually, he thought of the dark days when the sea suffered from contamination. Even though the leopard had a strong resistance to interference, it experienced a moment of daze.
The opportunity exclusive to the Merfolk King had finally arrived.
It charged towards Mr. Ruan with unprecedented speed, and once the spiritual entity snapped out of it, he too caught up swiftly.
The distance between them was tight, but the Merfolk King remained unperturbed. It had already estimated the leopard’s top speed. Eventually, there would be about a three-second time difference.
In these three seconds, it would be enough for the Merfolk King to completely root all its strands into the heart beneath its hands for absorption.
Such a waste.
The Merfolk King thought with hidden resentment.
If it hadn’t encountered this strange leopard that had suddenly appeared, the Merfolk King would’ve been able to gradually decompose all the flesh in a chrysalis-like form.
Now, as a second choice, the method of solely absorbing the heart would significantly reduce the effectiveness of its consumption.
The strands of hair made contact with the body first, embedding themselves in the flesh. As the intense pain brought Mr. Ruan back to his senses, he hastily retreated.
The least effective form of resistance only bought him the blink of an eye. Mr. Ruan was acutely aware that the tips of the hair had already touched the heart’s location. Just as the scythe of death was about to swing down upon him, inexplicably, the Merfolk King’s note power momentarily scattered.
As it prepared to take further action, it was kicked several meters away by the void.
This time, Arlon himself appeared. He was also an expert at tightrope walking.
The spiritual entity’s power was weaker than his physical self’s. Working entirely as a spiritual entity meant that Arlon’s borrowed power was diminished even more.
Unfortunately, plans couldn’t keep up with changes, and in the end, he had to step in personally.
An unforeseen kick left the Merfolk King stunned. At the same time, Mr. Ruan’s throat moved slightly, not for singing. He spat out an ice cone, rapidly launching it towards the Merfolk King.
Not long ago, Wen Shi had been pierced through the heart by this thing. As the Merfolk King shifted to dodge, an invisible psychic barrier blocked it for an instant.
In less than a breath’s time, the ice cone pierced through its mouth.
Instead of approaching the Merfolk King hastily, Mr. Ruan looked at Arlon, pondering the reason behind his assistance.
This was the first time Mr. Ruan had a clear view of Arlon’s face. When the leopard appeared, he had initially believed that both individuals were the same, judging solely by their voices. It turned out they weren’t. He had seen this face in class before. On careful recollection, only the impression of a student wearing a pair of glasses remained.
Arlon didn’t hesitate to interrupt his thoughts, “Just consider it a nasty game. If I were to go all out, you all would die.”
Neither Mr. Ruan nor the Merfolk King questioned this statement.
In truth, they should have questioned it.
Arlon’s power, much like Xie Tangyan’s back then, had been weakened by the game within the instance. Engaging in a direct confrontation, combined with his spiritual form, allowed him to barely contend with the Merfolk King.
Several consecutive instances of absolute suppression left Mr. Ruan with an ingrained sense of Arlon’s formidable and fierce nature. Yet, due to the sensitive environment of the dormitory building and fear of exposing his merfolk identity, he hadn’t countered Arlon with full force.
The Merfolk King’s assessment of Arlon’s combat strength was purely a miscalculation triggered by the leopard running towards him upon Arlon’s appearance.
With the strange events that transpired today, the principal hadn’t even arrived yet. Mr. Ruan forced a bitter smile. It seemed like everything was pushing him towards devouring the king–the right timing, favorable conditions, and people’s intentions.
“The night is long, and dreams are plentiful.” Arlon’s gaze swept over to the Merfolk King, whose mouth was bleeding profusely. He taunted, “Just like this fool, killing fish one moment and acting all divine the next?”
If it hadn’t been for that split second of distraction, Arlon might not have had the time to prevent Mr. Ruan from meeting a fate of being pierced through the heart.
The Merfolk King, used as a negative example, subconsciously looked towards a spot.
Arlon followed suit with a glance, focusing on the direction the Merfolk King had been facing earlier–a massive mirror stood on the windowsill.
On the mirror’s surface, an endless stream of “6666…” appeared.
Arlon: “……”
Away from home but not forgetting the mission, Song Yan’s purpose for this trip was to compel Mr. Ruan to turn against the Merfolk King.
So, when the Merfolk King attempted to kill Mr. Ruan, he utilized all his efforts to prolong the process.
An item in the in-game store allowed objects to be enlarged or shrunk while maintaining the same total weight. Song Yan now met the conditions to be considered a non-living body. He purchased the ability of suspension within three meters from the ground and floated over to the window.
If there were a list of the game’s ten most favored customers, Song Yan would undoubtedly secure a spot. Among the heap of forgotten and worthless old items tucked away in corners, only he had made a purchase.
Equipped with the irresistibly engaging buff of the【Philosophical Mirror】, he successfully disturbed the Merfolk King’s will, causing it to take an extra glance.
Just an additional glance, nothing else!
The tongue and the heart were forever weak points of the merfolk.
The Merfolk King, with only its head remaining, experienced a weakening of breath after its mouth was pierced. Mr. Ruan walked up to this once untouchable king and left no room for escape, commencing the cruel act of devouring.
“King,” Mr. Ruan closed his eyes and whispered softly, “Farewell.”
He could never fully face the reality of devouring his own master. Tilting his head slightly, he tried to distance himself from this cruel scene. Opening his eyes once more, he found the distant mirror strangely reflecting.
【6666…】
Arlon snapped his fingers towards the spiritual entity. With a few footholds in the dark night, the leopard effortlessly ascended to Mr. Ruan’s room and carried away the mirror that kept repeating “six.”
“Well done.”
Though Song Yan didn’t utter a single word aloud, in that moment Arlon felt the world had become tranquil.
He looked at the mirror, noticing its peculiarities for the first time. The mirror surface’s forced interference had far exceeded Arlon’s initial assessment, especially when it started forcefully flooding the screen, causing a disturbing mental contamination effect.
At this point, Mr. Ruan couldn’t help but understand that he had been thoroughly manipulated. He spoke with a hint of gloom, “Aaron.”
How absurd it was that he had been toyed with like a little grasshopper that could be squashed between fingers.
Not only did he manage to infiltrate the gathering and assume the role of class representative, but as soon as he left the library, rumors about King Asa began to spread. Even the mirror delivery was part of the scheme.
Aaron, Asa… faintly sensing a connection between these two names, an unprecedented rage caused Mr. Ruan to unconsciously intensify the speed of his devouring.
Anger brought forth a fresh wave of agony. The Merfolk King, now without a tongue, struggled to curse, left with only indistinct sounds. Soon, even these feeble cries were drowned amidst the strands of hair.
“Whether you’re here for the spectacle, have sinister motives, or any other reason,” Mr. Ruan’s slightly mist-blue eyes couldn’t hide his anger, “I don’t care about any of it. But I must first deal with a student from the academy.”
The task of devouring the rest of the Merfolk King’s body could be put on hold temporarily. He needed to kill that cursed impostor first. Until then, Mr. Ruan didn’t want to be bothered or pushed into doing anything else.
“Is the person you want to deal with named Aaron?”
Arlon and Wen Shi had little interaction in public. At most, they had sat together in class once. Except for their teammates, no one else knew about their connection.
Mr. Ruan only let slip those two words subconsciously to prompt the other person to give an answer.
The Merfolk King across from him had only a small part of his head remaining. After absorbing ample blood, his skin was smoother than ever, and the previous wounds healed rapidly. Except for a third of the blood-stained hair embedded in the Merfolk King’s head, his originally lake-blue hair transitioned to a more translucent ice-blue, shimmering brightly.
In just a few breaths, Mr. Ruan’s tongue bone began to evolve. Unable to speak for the moment, he looked at Arlon, confirming this answer.
The thought that Aaron might have created an “Asa” right under his nose sent shivers down Mr. Ruan’s spine.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
Arlon’s gaze, filled with killing intent, held a smile as he repeated the answer, dead serious, “I’m Arlon, Aaron’s Big Brother.”
Aaron, Asa, Arlon.
They were part of the same family.
……
“Ah-choo.”
Wen Shi was walking on the night road when he suddenly sneezed. He tightened his clothes a bit, attributing it to the dropping campus temperature.
“I wonder how things are going over there? What’s my Big Brother up to?”
It was better that Ji Yuanzhi and the others didn’t directly engage in the battle. Even though Arlon resorted to using a borrowed knife to kill, he still got entangled in the fight, forcing someone as dominant as him to play a support role, which was quite a challenge.
The next moment, the game’s cold and emotionless voice intruded without invitation—
“He’s playing nesting dolls.”
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