NOVPUBThe clown seemed to have already guessed his own ending, but he was not afraid.
On the contrary, he was very excited.
He sneered at Tang Xian, staring straight into Tang Xian’s eyes.
As if he had discovered some kind of treasure.
"So there is a better seedling than that child."
Tang Xian furrowed his brows, and as the clown prepared to approach, Tang Xian kicked the clown away.
"You’re filthy. Did I allow you to stand so close?"
The force of that kick almost prevented the clown from standing up again, yet the clown’s laughter became even more exaggerated.
"What a surprise. All my life, I’ve been looking for someone like you, and I never thought you actually existed."
"Hahahahahaha..."
Although his ribs were broken by Tang Xian’s kick, the look on the clown’s face was one of morbid joy.
He struggled to his feet and said to Tang Xian:
"All other people pale in comparison to you, and even in terms of talent, the difference is vast. You must often feel that the people of this world are idiots, right?"
"It’s such a bore, you have such perfect qualifications, yet you live such a mundane life. But now it’s different, the chaos today is just the beginning of a great era of chaos."
Tang Xian furrowed his brows.
This guy sure talks a lot.
He turned to look at Song Que, only to find Song Que was in great pain.
Without delay, Tang Xian said, unable to discern the clown’s needs:
"You are very interested in me?"
"No no no, I’m not interested in you; I’ve realized I cannot assimilate you, but your existence will bring me much joy in the future." The clown’s smile began to slowly recede.
He examined seriously the greatest surprise of the day once more.
"Is there any possibility for these people to return to their original state?" Tang Xian asked.
He really didn’t like this man, for one because he was unkempt. Another reason was the persistent feeling of being outmaneuvered.
Tang Xian couldn’t quite place why he felt this way.
The clown clearly hadn’t done anything.
But Tang Xian always felt he had overlooked something.
"Who knows? Wouldn’t it be nice for them to stay happy forever?
Did you know, I can see your memories. Your childhood was quite interesting, but it’s a pity, you can’t remember it anymore."
The clown showed no sign of being at a disadvantage.
He looked at Tang Xian as if seeing something he had never seen before, even with a touch of obsession.
It was rare for the clown to feel regret, and his gaze now occasionally revealed it.
Song Que gritted his teeth and said:
"Don’t let his nonsense affect you!"
Tang Xian didn’t feel much and said:
"He can’t affect me. But what about you, can you hold on?"
Song Que did not respond; his mind was still filled with the clown’s previous actions.
The clown glanced at Song Que and shook his head, saying:
"Tsk tsk tsk, poor child. He is different from you; he is above you. A being equal to me."
"You will never surpass him. The world is unfair; some people are born with the power to change the world. A narrow sense of justice won’t make you stronger. If you want fairness, accept my help."
"Enough!" Song Que shouted angrily.
This shout was full of fear and anger.
Tang Xian frowned again.
He was sure that the clown possessed an extremely terrifying ability to erode the mind.
But perhaps because mental attacks originating from people were also something he was immune to, he never sensed the clown’s terror from the beginning.
It was only through Song Que that Tang Xian was convinced of the power of this ability.
Tang Xian said:
"You sure are talkative. You and I are not equals. After all, you’re about to be gone."
As Tang Xian’s words fell, the clown laughed even more exaggeratedly.
"That child lacked something quite critical. He was so excellent, near perfect; I thought no one could make him have it."
"But then you appeared. You are my greatest helper! The will of chaos has sprouted, and now, I will not die—"
Crack.
Tang Xian stepped up quickly and twisted the clown’s neck.
The clown didn’t get to finish his sentence before he was cleanly dealt with.
His body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
Tang Xian disliked the feeling and shook his hand, the annoying and sticky makeup powder made him very uncomfortable.
"Blah blah blah, nothing but noise—now the whole world has quieted down. This is the first time I’ve encountered such a chatterbox lunatic."
After the clown’s death, everyone felt the voice in their heads vanish suddenly.
Even those who had fallen had the smiles gradually fade from their lips.
The excessively long-lasting smiles contorted their expressions into something grotesque and odd.
They then slowly closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Maintaining such a high state of excitement, they all succumbed to deep slumber.
Ye Feng felt this way, and even Gu Luo, Lin Jue, and the others felt an overwhelming sense of fatigue, although, compared to the rest, they could still barely hold on.
Lin Jue helped up the one-eyed king, while Doctor Qin removed the needle near the ear.
Gu Luo assisted Ye Feng.
A difficult battle had ended.
It was unlike other battles, with a calm start and a violent end.
This battle had been extremely brutal from the beginning, but it ended as swiftly as a tempest.
Just two people, just a few moves, and the catastrophe was quelled.
Tang Xian approached Song Que and said,
"Can you hold on? You look very poor."
"I’m fine." Song Que didn’t look at Tang Xian but merely waved his hand, his gaze landing on the dead Lao Lei.
Tang Xian’s expression grew serious.
That uncomfortable feeling had returned.
The clown was dead.
All those whose wills had been eroded by the clown seemed to have been liberated.
But it felt like the clown’s last words held a different meaning.
Slowly approaching Lao Lei’s corpse, Song Que hung his head and looked at him.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.
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His heart harbored boundless anger.
Such anger he had not felt from his memories as a child until now.
Yet when this destructive rage arrived, it seemed so natural.
But in the end, Song Que did nothing.
The voices in his mind had stopped.
However, he did not feel relieved.
Those voices seemed to have dissolved in his blood.
After being lost in thought for a moment, Song Que suddenly came to his senses, stood up, and his expression gradually became calm.
Seeing Song Que’s demeanor, the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Anyone could see that the clown had fiercely attacked Song Que. But fortunately, the man had held on.
Song Que turned and said to Tang Xian,
"I guess even if I asked you to meet me with your true face, you wouldn’t agree."
"Of course, that’s impossible. What are you planning to do now?"
Tang Xian was uncertain whether Song Que remembered his voice.
It seemed he would have to use a disguised voice next time. That was an oversight.
"This year’s Hunting Festival can only end like this, unfortunately. Hunters across the Federation have suffered heavy losses, and now we’re all out of energy," said Song Que with some regret.
"That’s fine, it’s just as I thought. Just stay here and get some good rest. Take care of your people. You wouldn’t be able to break through the wild bulls on the perimeter anyway. After resting for two or three days, we’ll try to break out together. Here’s a signal flare, take it."
Tang Xian handed Song Que a signal flare that looked like a burning stick.
Song Que understood the gesture.
"If these people wake up with abnormalities, I’ll fire the signal flare immediately," Song Que said.
Tang Xian nodded, then called out to Tang Suoye, who hurriedly followed.
"By the way, how did you manage to penetrate this far in?" Song Que curiously asked.
"Humans can fly in the sky, so naturally, those bulls can too," explained Tang Xian.
Song Que chuckled lightly, shook his head, and said,
"I really am a frog at the bottom of a well. I didn’t realize that in this world, there are hunters as powerful as you. I’ve learned something new."
Tang Xian shook his head and replied,
"Strictly speaking, the Blue-Eyed Witch and I cannot be considered ordinary humans, otherwise it would not be fair to you. That’s also why I don’t take part in the Hunting Festival."
Looking toward the distant, hazy red light, Tang Xian said,
"We need to keep moving, so we won’t stay here any longer."
