Chapter 591: Mental Pollution!

Yue Guanshan, looking at Chen Ran who was joyfully doing the Yangge dance, silently lit a cigarette.

"The Highest Goodness is Like Water, Joy? That's somewhat interesting. Since that's the case..."

"Fuse Mental State!"

In Yue Guanshan's Distance-Free Technique, the void was torn open with a rift. A Yue Guanshan with a shifty-eyed and thievish appearance, and a submissive expression, walked out from the rift and fused into his body.

The next moment, the rational Yue Guanshan was replaced by The Highest Goodness is Like Water [Fear].

"Um, I am a person who is a tiny bit timid, so my speed is..."

As he spoke up to here, a laser sword close at hand had already slashed horizontally towards Chen Ran's neck. And the Yue Guanshan holding the laser sword had, at some unknown time, appeared at...

One foot in front of Chen Ran.

The speed was so fast that it was simply hair-raising.

It was too late to speak, but fast enough to act; a flash of sword light passed by, and Chen Ran's head flew high up.

"Im... possible..." On the spinning head in midair, where was there the slightest expression of a joyful person? It was replaced by horror.

One must know, people in the Distance-Free Technique were all constructed by spirit.

Although Ghost Immortals had already detached from the category of physics and could instantly resurrect even if they died in the Distance-Free Technique, this world had no free lunches. Wanting to resurrect would certainly consume an extremely massive amount of spirit.

Chen Ran being beheaded just like this, the spirit consumed to reshape his body could be imagined.

The head slowly fell down, the horror on Chen Ran's face clearly visible. He despairingly closed his eyes to wait for the descent of fate.

Sure enough, the next moment, the headless body forcefully delivered a volley kick, kicking his head. Chen Ran's head was like a soccer ball, shooting straight towards the goalpost that appeared opposite at some unknown time. In front of the goalpost...

The goalkeeper Chen Ran, his back drenched in sweat, repeatedly hopped left and right, wanting to block this mid-air volley kick. But the [Soccer Ball] hit right on the goalkeeper's face. Right after, the goalkeeper and the soccer ball simultaneously smashed onto the goal net.

"Good ball!"

"Hello audience friends, this is the commentary booth. Let's look at the replay."

"From the image displayed, Yue Guanshan mistakenly passed the ball to the opponent."

"Namely, our young Number 24 player from Jiangzhe, Gen Shuoda."

"Quick, look, he's about to raise his foot, the timing is extremely good."

"He raised it, he raised it!"

"One kick!"

"Beautiful!"

"This ball lets the National Football Team advance to the World Cup, enough to be recorded in the annals of history!"

From the stadium audience seats, earth-shattering and tsunami-like shouts, cheers, and madness came over.

Yue Guanshan stiffened in place, gradually his expression became somewhat horrified.

Suddenly, with a swish sound!

Yue Guanshan's body and head separated. The head leaped high up and flew backward.

In midair, he saw Chen Ran's body safely reattach the head. At the same time, a wooden stick appeared at his waist.

And beneath Yue Guanshan's head, it turned into a rapeseed flower field. The golden-bright rapeseed flowers were blooming luxuriantly.

"Face the gale!" Chen Ran drew the wooden stick from his waist and charged into the clumps of rapeseed flowers.

The tips of the rapeseed flowers were lopped off one by one.

Every time the tip of a rapeseed flower was lopped off, a stab of pain came over in Yue Guanshan's mind.

A moment later.

Chen Ran stowed the wooden stick, hanging it back at his waist, lit a cigarette, immediately turned around silently, and walked back.

"True men never look at explosions. This sword strike, I have practiced for ten years!"

As his words fell, all the tips of the rapeseed flowers in the field unexpectedly and neatly dropped simultaneously.

Yue Guanshan: "..."

Right after, Yue Guanshan's head decomposed into countless particles, just like being hit by an Atomic Slash.

The Distance-Free Technique returned to calmness, and again recovered into the previous scene.

Yue Guanshan reshaped his body, looking at the opposite Chen Ran who was moonwalking left and right.

He chose to exit the Distance-Free Technique.

Returning to reality, he ignored the four so-called teammates.

He took a bottle of Recovery Potion out from his bag and glanced at Chen Ran lying on the ground.

Recalling what happened in the Distance-Free Technique.

After drinking the Recovery Potion, Yue Guanshan lit a cigarette, pondering quietly.

Suddenly, he saw that the originally comatose Chen Ran also sat up. Although his eyes were still closed, he similarly fished out a bottle of Soothing Oral Liquid from his bag and drank it.

Yue Guanshan didn't have the intention to pull him into the Distance-Free Technique immediately. He had to first infer the rules of Chen Ran's The Highest Goodness is Like Water [Joy].

Yue Guanshan thought of how, when he was young, he also often took a wooden stick and mercilessly slaughtered the village's rapeseed flower fields.

He had to say, Yue Guanshan's experience was still too rich. With just one encounter, he deduced the underlying logic of Chen Ran's The Highest Goodness is Like Water [Joy] Psionic Attack.