Chapter 317

No, I really didn't……

Not at all, you didn't even put it in your eyes, KING? Yuanzǐ Wushi snorted in dissatisfaction, arms crossed, staring at KING. He deeply knew this man was ridiculously strong, a powerhouse praised by the federal ancient capital.

Nobody has ever seen KING make a move——rumor has it that anyone who saw him is already dead, with no survivors left to describe his techniques and fighting style. But upon reflection, KING seems to share some similarities with Huang Quan? For example, that fighting motion that no one can see clearly……

Yuanzǐ Wushi suddenly realized.

No wonder he didn't even put Huang Quan in his eyes—could it be they share the same fighting style? It's not that nobody has seen KING fight; it's that even when seen, his movements are imperceptible to the naked eye! Truly worthy of KING, his strength can even be compared to the Sea Patrol Wanderer…… No, KING just now completely didn't put her in his eyes—doesn't that mean……he's even stronger than Huang Quan?!

Yuanzǐ Wushi instantly broke into a sweat like rain.

"KING, your face is so red—is it from fighting spirit? You also really want to fight that woman, don't you? You really are as ferocious and war-loving as the legends say." He noticed KING's flushed face and couldn't help but praise.

"It's because of the chili."

"Chili?" Yuanzǐ Wushi lowered his head to glance at the small dish of chili oil beside KING's noodle soup, "You mean you usually rely on this to maintain your fighting spirit? Quite unique—I've learned something, KING."

"However, I still can't understand how Huang Quan's slash was executed; I happen to have a knife on me—could you demonstrate it for us? Or at least explain the principle."

A flicker of displeasure instantly crossed KING's face.

"Thud thud thud——"

Yuanzǐ Wushi swallowed; KING's imperial engine had already started—next would be the attack, right? But can his strength really allow one to see clearly?

KING slowly rose, pointed at his wristwatch, and said, "It's almost seven."

"???"

"... KING, what do you mean by that?"

No answer, or rather, he deemed it unworthy of a reply. KING lowered his hat brim and walked downstairs with his head down, not looking back. The four master and disciples stared blankly at his retreating figure until it vanished in the sunset.

——No one dared to stop him, because no one wanted to die.

After KING walked away, the disciples dazedly sat back beside Yuanzǐ Wushi, surrounding him as they began to ponder the true meaning of his words "seven o'clock."

"KING usually hunts monsters at night; perhaps seven o'clock is when he goes on a killing spree?" the warrior guessed.

"No, that's wrong." Yuanzǐ Wushi took a deep breath, drenched in sweat, "You only saw the surface and failed to grasp the deeper meaning of his words. The watch represents time—do you still remember how, after Huang Quan's finger pressed against the sword guard, Xing's movements seemed to slow down?"

The Qiuwu longsword seemed to grasp a point: "Could KING mean that Huang Quan altered the flow of time in the dream?"

"No, not only that. To be precise…… Huang Quan's sword-drawing speed has already warped time!"

"Huh?!" The three disciples exclaimed in unison, eyes wide, "Master, are you joking? How could anyone possibly do that?"

Yuanzǐ Wushi shook his head: "No, if a person's speed exceeds the speed of light, they can warp time—that's also why we can't see her sword-drawing motion."

The Iaido hall stared agape: "But KING not only saw it, he also explained the principle to us……"

"Yeah." Yuanzǐ Wushi rubbed the hilt of his katana, giving a bitter dry laugh: "……He's truly a monster-like man."

……

On the other side, Qi Yu's doorbell suddenly rang; Qi Yu opened the door to see KING standing there holding two boxes of game discs.

"Wow, perfect timing—it's exactly seven o'clock, you're really punctual, KING."

——

"... Sounds like you had a nightmare, Pah! Just arrived at the Asdena star system and you've already run into this... You'd better be careful; it seems your resistance to memory substance is low."

"Don't worry, dreams and reality are opposites. While you're asleep, the train has already arrived at Pinokangni……"

Xing walked to the window, gazing at the luxurious hotel exterior outside; it's hard to imagine this was converted from a prison.

Ji Zi and Mr. Walter had already gotten off the car; Xing found San Yue Qi, who had just finished packing her luggage, and they got off together. After going through dozens of checks, big and small, they finally set foot on this world-renowned hotel.

But the hard work wasn't in vain. San Yue Qi looked toward the nearby hotel lobby; rooms lined up side by side, and the crystal glass of the rooms, bathed in warm golden light, formed countless points of light making a vertical river of stars stretching to the horizon.

The waiters in uniform were like precise clockwork pieces, orderly. Beyond the glass curtain wall of the distant elevator shaft, hundreds of gold-plated elevators shuttled up and down like meteors, resembling a flowing melody.

San Yue Qi wished she could move in immediately, but the urgent priority was to find Uncle Yang and the others; the two hurried to rendezvous.

Suddenly, a cute little boy walked over and politely bowed to Xing: "Welcome to the Daydream Hotel; may you have an unforgettable vacation experience! If you need to check in, please go straight to the front desk."

"How come this sounds so familiar?"

"It's the child from the dream……"

The boy introduced himself as Mi Sha, a servant of Pinokangni. He enthusiastically explained to Xing: In real life, Pinokangni is this hotel; while in dreams, Pinokangni is the place where miracles are born, a luxurious land of pleasure. Everyone reaches the dream Pinokangni via the dream pool; there, rather than calling it a dream, it's more like another reality.

——

Hunter x Hunter.

The training room was filled with a faint smell of blood, the dismembered limbs of hybrid ants scattered across the floor. Nietro sat cross-legged on a broken shell, leisurely watching the sky.

"These guys in the universe really have big ambitions—letting people enter dreams means the real-life Pinokangni would be completely defenseless? No wonder the Duke of Netherfire dares to lay claim to this place."

Nietro stroked a whisker, pondering: "However, if you die while fighting in a dream, what happens? Surely you don't truly perish, right?"

Nobu pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light: "Referring to that girl named Xing, death in a dream should just be a forced awakening—like a game over, you simply restart."

"Oh?" Nietro suddenly became interested: "That's a great training method—you can go all out in dream combat, and if you die, you just try again… If we could replicate Pinokangni's dream‑crafting ability here, it feels like an effective way to train hunters."

"Old man, don't jump to conclusions so early." Mo Lao Wu adjusted the sunglasses on his nose, "You never know what ill intentions this family might have; with the universe's technology, I believe they could keep a person trapped in a dream forever. If someone lives only in a dream, wouldn't that be a imprisonment of their real body?"