Chapter 268

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Once the matchup table for the Star Heaven Martial Exhibition was released, every participant across the entire Huan Yu saw one thing clearly.

The theme of this tournament was, first and foremost, repaying grudges with grudges, settling scores with scores.

The Primordial Doctor sat by the window of his hotel room, fingers swiping his phone screen, scrolling through the martial combat division roster from top to bottom.

The name "Undying Path" hung prominently on it.

Avatar, name, faction — not a single character missing.

The corner of his mouth curled upward; he set down his phone, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

A few seconds later, his brows furrowed slightly, and he picked up his phone again to reconfirm.

No mistake — it was the martial combat division, not the literary contest division.

He chuckled, placed his phone back on the table, the rim of the cup against his lips, his Adam's apple rolling lightly.

"Even if you have ties with the Xuan Emperor, so what? You still have to follow the rules and compete properly."

He muttered to himself, his tone carrying a trace of faint regret.

The regret was not about the outcome.

Undying Path was in the martial combat division; he couldn't reach him — that was the rule.

What he regretted was not being able to do it personally.

Suddenly he felt an itch on his cheek.

He raised a hand to touch it; his fingertip came away with a drop of sweat.

He rolled the bead of sweat between his fingertip pads, lowered his eyes to look at that tiny damp trace, and murmured, "So it's sweat after all... I thought it was—"

The second half of the sentence was not spoken aloud.

There is a difference between literary contest and martial combat, but the difference is not large; rule restrictions are minimal.

Literary contest is a debate competition, also an individual achievement showcase.

On the stage of the Star Heaven Martial Exhibition, it is more like a public interview facing the entire Huan Yu — the Xian Zhou are watching, and Other Forces are watching too.

But the very last rule of the literary contest is written clearly in black and white.

If both parties cannot resolve the dispute through debate, they may proceed to martial combat.

This clause perfectly matches the Xian Zhou's style from ancient times to the present.

A gentleman uses words, not force; if you, sir, cannot understand words, then I also happen to know a thing or two about fists and feet.

If Undying Path had truly registered for the literary contest, and if they truly met on the arena, he could completely cite this rule and turn the debate platform into a martial combat arena on the spot.

What a pity.

That old thing Undying Path registered for martial combat.

He swallowed these thoughts down along with the wine.

In the Astral Express's passenger cabin area, March 7th was standing on tiptoe introducing the tall guy beside her.

"This is Bai E, a martial combat division contestant. Xing, Dan Heng, and I met him on the road, and then we traveled together."

Bai E bowed slightly, his tone polite: "Hello everyone, I'm Bai E."

"Hello, I'm Ji Zi." Ji Zi stood behind the bar holding a coffee pot, smiling and nodding, then tilted her head toward the sofa.

"This is Welt—"

Her words paused.

A fine, long crack was snaking across Welt's glasses lenses.

This was the seventh time.

Every time he would secretly open his phone to check the profile of that contestant named Luo Cha, and every time he looked, the lenses would shatter once.

Ji Zi's gaze swept over the glasses case by his hand.

The spares were still enough, but if they kept shattering, they probably wouldn't last until the Star Heaven Martial Exhibition ended.

"It's nothing."

Welt took off the shattered glasses, took out a new pair from the case and put them on, "I just feel he looks a bit like a certain old acquaintance."

He turned to Bai E, putting his gentle mask back on: "Hello, Lord Bai E. I'm Welt."

"Hehe~~ Hello." Bai E politely nodded in response, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Sunday.

He stared at the pair of small wings on the back of Sunday's neck for several seconds; his eyes held no offense, only a very pure light belonging to curiosity.

Sunday perceived this gaze, proactively walked out from the corner, and smiled faintly: "Hello, I'm Sunday. I'm of the Tianhuan Clan."

Bai E immediately withdrew his gaze, right hand pressed against his chest, his tone sincere with a hint of apology.

"Sorry, that was rude of me. Seeing feathers reminded me of a question."

Sunday grew interested; the small wings behind his head fluttered lightly once.

"Oh? I wonder what question Lord Bai E wishes to discuss. My competition division is literary contest; perhaps I can be of help."

Welt pushed up his new glasses.

Hearing the words "feathers" and "question" placed together, he fell silent.

Seeing Bai E still hesitating over wording, Xing went up and patted his shoulder: "Just say it~ Sunday's impressive, after all he's half-step Star~~ mmph mmph...!"

"Bai E, if you have a question, just ask."

Dan Heng reached out from the side, precisely covered Xing's mouth with his hand, and dragged her whole person to the side.

Bai E nodded gratefully, then spoke: "In my hometown, counting me there were twelve heroes, chasing the firespark together."

Welt:!

The fingers of Welt's hand gripping the cane tightened slightly.

"My hometown was destroyed by disaster again and again, and restarted again and again. Civilization revived, then perished."

Welt:!!

Blue veins rose on the back of Welt's hand.

"I am called the Savior by everyone, the one who bears the world. But I cannot save everyone. I... can do nothing at all."

Welt:!!!

Welt's knuckles had already turned white.

"So," Bai E raised his eyes, looking at Sunday, those eyes held something heavy, yet also bright, "Bird, why does it fly."

Welt:!!!!

Welt's pupils contracted violently.

"Because it must fly to the horizon." Sunday and Bai E spoke almost simultaneously.

March 7th scratched the back of her head, looking at Sunday then at Bai E, her face full of sincere bewilderment:

"Looks like you two are quite in sync."

She really didn't want to discuss this kind of brain-burning problem with Sunday and Bai E.

Birds fly, isn't it because they have wings?

Isn't this basic biology knowledge?

Long Night Moon: "........"

Bai E stayed silent without answering, but Sunday's gaze had already moved away from his face, falling thoughtfully on some point in the Void.

"Lord Bai E." Welt leaned on his cane and stepped forward half a pace, "Don't know if you recognize a... name that's a bit of a mouthful, blond hair green eyes man."

"Blond hair, green eyes, name a mouthful..." Bai E frowned seriously and thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Sorry, Lord Welt, I don't recognize him. Though speaking of it, my name is pretty long too."

"Your name is——" Welt's follow-up question came with almost no gap.

"Kai Si Lan Na."

Welt listened, slowly, slowly, revealed an extremely sincere smile.

He turned to March 7th and Xing, tone like chatting about family matters: "Uncle Yang seems to have forgotten..."

"I remember Belobog has one called Kokolia, one called Bronya, and one called Seele?"

"Yeah Uncle Yang, what's up?" March 7th blinked.

"Welt, the universe is vast, but similarities are common. These people who look like ones you know, perhaps they are...."

Ji Zi wanted to say something to stabilize Welt's emotions.

That smile on his face, really a bit creepy.

Welt raised his hand, interrupting her words.

"Ji Zi, rest assured. I never judge by appearance."

He took out his phone, opened Luocha's photo.

Others he might hesitate a moment.

After all he has seen Huang Quan, almost reacted on the spot.

But Luocha this face, this demeanor, exactly like that man called Otto in memory.

Both from church organizations, both master medicine, both bear secrets related to coffins, overlapping to a hair-raising degree.

He is not that kind of adult who would lose composure at the sight of blond hair.

He is one who has undergone verification.

This time, high or low he's got to use a black hole to probe probe.

At the same time, in the hotel room.

Luocha was sitting properly by the window with eyes closed resting, suddenly a chill ran from the base of his spine straight to the crown of his head.