LRAB Chapter 208 What kind of good person could receive this title?
Chapter 208 What kind of good person could receive this title?
Chapter 208 What kind of good person could receive this title?
"snort----"
Mingpo chuckled and looked back at the path they had come from.
His back was straight at that moment, and his left hand was behind his back.
It's a pity he's missing a cane in his right hand; otherwise, he would look every bit the elegant gentleman.
In the darkness, the sound of a sword being drawn rang out.
The metallic scraping sound grew increasingly piercing, and the clanging sound, like the cry of a phoenix, grew ever louder.
A bluish glow, like a flame in the night, gradually shone forth.
That's the blade.
The three-foot-long sword drawn from its sheath—
Her body remained hidden in the darkness, and the two of them were completely invisible to the naked eye.
However, Mingpa's ability to perceive emotions allowed him to clearly sense two flames burning not far away.
The closer and more intense one was blue, its emotions resolute, passionate, and excited, brimming with fighting spirit, yet also showing vigilance and tension. This just-right tension further demonstrated that she was a remarkably outstanding warrior.
The flame of emotion that shines even further away is much dimmer.
The [Black Flame Contractor] was remarkably calm. Calm, somber, hesitant—and with a hint of fear.
He was gazing at Mingpo, and so Mingpo clearly received his emotions.
Shen Yiqi pursed his lips.
He put his hands behind his back, and a ring on the little finger of his left hand cracked silently.
The miniature drones silently dispersed and blended into the surrounding darkness. The tiny blue dots were completely obscured by his body, making them difficult to spot unless one was intently focused on him.
And it is quite obvious—
Mingpa put enough pressure on them.
They dared not tear their eyes away from Mingpo, nor did they dare launch an attack. In the dimly lit alley, only the two-colored flames burning in Mingpo and Qingfeng's eyes, and the longsword in Qingfeng's hand gleaming with a blue light, served as the source of light.
After all, that's a unique title.
The characteristic of a unique title is that "the source of the title is singular and clear".
For example, "The Silence of the Lambs" definitely refers to a novel, movie, or TV series; "Mechanical Pioneer" definitely refers to a hero in League of Legends—but "Qingfeng" is not explicitly mentioned in any book. Or rather, there are simply too many works that have mentioned this concept or term.
Its concept has become mixed, and it is no longer "unique".
Generally speaking, unique titles are significantly stronger than ordinary titles.
"It's obvious—"
Mingbo slowly spoke: "If you had a choice, you wouldn't want to choose us as your opponents."
His voice was magnetic, friendly, and warm, like a trustworthy teacher chatting with their favorite student.
Qingfeng pursed his lips but did not refute.
Because Mingpo was telling the truth.
That's why she's been locked in a long standoff with Mingpo, but hasn't dared to make a move easily.
"Your plan is simple—rush straight to the bottom of the passage, open the glass door, and then turn back. Kill everyone you encounter along the way, and then leave in another direction. Or, take control of that door."
"This way you can get four eyeballs at the start and take the initiative. And even if that doesn't work, you can still control the other door."
Mingpo said leisurely, "There is a premise to being able to formulate such a plan."
"That is—at least one of you knows how long it takes to walk to the end of a road."
How long will it take the spider to crawl over?
"If you're halfway to the second door and the Spider Spirits burst in—you'll be stopped halfway. There's no chance of survival."
"So you're gambling that the Spider Spirit won't choose this path? And if you go all the way to the end and switch to our path, what's the difference between that and the door you started with?"
Mingbo said with a smile, "Unless—"
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The game's designer is among you.
Those were Mingpo's words that struck at the heart.
The more the other party trusts Mingpo, the less effort Mingpo needs to exert in controlling them;
The more emotionally distraught the other person is, the fewer obstacles he will face when rewriting their emotions.
The more he understands the underlying psychology of the two people opposite him, the less noticeable his psychological alteration becomes.
And it is quite obvious—
Upon hearing Mingpo's words, the two people on the other end became visibly flustered.
Although on the surface nothing seemed to have changed, not even the long, steady rhythm of his breathing had been disrupted—
But in Mingpo's "Mind Vision," he clearly saw the emergence of new feelings.
Qingfeng's anxiety increased, and he also became irritable and fearful.
The "Black Flame Contractor," however, hesitated and became suspicious, lost in thought.
"Thinking more is a good thing."
Mingpo said slowly, "Thinking leads to change."
—Something's not right, don't listen to him!
Qingfeng's loud shout interrupted Mingpo's hypnosis.
Her voice was so loud that it made Mingpo's ears ring and even briefly lose some hearing.
next moment.
In an instant, Qingfeng's body left a deep blue afterimage in the darkness.
The distance of a dozen steps was covered in an instant, like a shooting star.
A comet streaks across the moon, a white rainbow pierces the sun, and a hawk strikes down on the palace!
In just a moment, the tip of the sword had already pierced Mingpo's eyes.
In an instant, the premonition of death gripped Mingpo's heart.
But he did not panic—or rather, he used the power of the title to forcibly "control" himself, preventing himself from becoming confused or panicked.
It's like controlling a puppet named "Mingpo".
Mingpo calmly stepped aside, the blade of the sword grazing his eyelashes.
The chilling air made Mingpo's entire forehead feel cold.
It's like pouring a basin of water on the ground in the northern winter; it instantly freezes into a thin layer of ice.
However, Mingpo did not back down.
Instead of turning away, he took a step forward.
With an "Indian-style dodge," he brushed past Qingfeng.
Mingbo's dim yellow pupils met her emerald green pupils.
A strong sense of crisis sent chills down Qingfeng's spine.
In that instant, she felt as if time had slowed down.
Just then—Mingpo raised her right hand and casually brushed against Qingfeng's shoulder.
Suddenly, as if she had realized something, her body twisted and convulsed violently.
However, due to inertia, this will only hurt her.
The next moment, time resumed its normal flow.
Qingfeng was sent flying almost instantly.
From an outsider's perspective, this seems utterly absurd.
It was as if when Qingfeng rushed over, Mingpo simply turned slightly to the side and waved her hand like she was shooing away a small dog, and Qingfeng bounced away in mid-air before she even touched Mingpo!
But only Mingpo and Qingfeng knew what happened in that instant.
Her neck was already covered in blood.
Blood trickled down the collar and onto the blue-white Hanfu that resembled blue and white porcelain.
This was the moment they brushed past each other, the injury caused by Mingpo flicking a blade from between her fingers.
Mingpo concealed the Silver Oak Blade in his palm, and only after dodging Qingfeng's attack did he smoothly extend the blade with his right hand.
If she had reacted even 0.1 seconds slower, Mingpo could have easily slit her throat!
Qingfeng's unbalanced body moved with the agility of a falling cat, twisting his waist and readjusting his center of gravity before hitting the rock wall.
She dared not attack again, and simply touched her neck.
The wound was less than two inches from the carotid artery.
—Are you that skilled?
"To earn this title, he really is a serial killer."
Qingfeng complained.
What kind of good person could be given the title of "Silence of the Lambs"?!
Her decision to immediately target and attack him was undoubtedly correct!
It's just a pity that she couldn't kill him right away.
This is troublesome, she thought.