Chapter 488

Watching that stupid hare standing blankly by the roadside, almost having its head chopped off without knowing it, Ji Ming thought a moment and suddenly understood.

"So my true nature is actually a mischievous spirit who likes to sneak around and kill people silently?"

"This is really too..."

"It's too real! After all, I have so many alt accounts, I like to hide my strength, and I often open the Supreme God Wonderful Wonderful House, locking unlucky enemies in the underground city's righteous siege—who could be more sinister than me?"

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If it were before, the little boss would definitely have immediately echoed something similar, but now it will only follow up and add.

【Not just!】

【You see, you like to malignantly guess others, like having a sharp end specially made to stab people, a needle】

【You like to pretend kindness, but actually hold grudges secretly and scheme against others behind their backs, like a needle hidden in clothing to ambush people】

【You say you don't like it, but what you actually like most is forming logging fatigue, like a needle that refuses to go through when threading, but once it's in, it obediently spins cloth】

【In short, Savior, you are a needle!】

……

Ji Ming really wanted to refute it, but he really couldn't find any point to refute, so he could only weakly condemn.

"Hey! You have hidden meanings, right, you're retaliating for me ignoring you just now, right, your aggressiveness seems a bit excessive!"

After feeling the power of the new skill, he didn't waste any more time, but instead went through the underground city's teleportation portal again, returning to the chaotic ruins of Fallen God Peak.

The Purple Lightning God that had completely destroyed the highest peak of the Glow North has already fallen, and the barrier activated by Him that can separate inside and outside is also about to exhaust its last bit of energy.

Therefore, after mentally going through his prepared explanation, Ji Ming found a suitable crack in the ground and slipped in, waiting until the barrier finally dissipated before feigning panic as he crawled out.

As a result, the spectators were even more anxious than he imagined; as soon as he poked his head out, he felt a black shadow fall from the sky.

Sure enough, it was the Third Commander, who had hurried back from the battlefield below the mountain after seeing changes at Fallen God Peak.

And before he even steadied himself, he urgently uttered the three soul questions.

"It's you? How are you still alive? Where are they?"

Prepared Ji Ming didn't answer, but instead threw her a crystal ball containing a recording.

"Please watch the VCR!"

This magic crystal ball is actually also a kind of imprint, in which a very special technique is recorded.

As long as the user connects their magic to it, they can quickly browse its information in a manner similar to quantum fluctuation speed reading.

Thus, it only took three seconds for the Third Commander to know what had happened before, especially what occurred in the underground city.

Although his impression of Old Three wasn't good, but out of courtesy, Ji Ming still gave her a way out.

"They said if you're willing, you can let them have that revival opportunity; I have no objection, you see……"

Who would have thought the Red Demon Dragon, which earlier wanted to blast itself to death on the spot, merely gave a cold laugh, then flew into the air and detonated the plague dragon breath in its throat, turning into a brilliant cyan-green firework.

"Holy shit!"

"【Holy shit!】"

Such a resolute sacrifice left Ji Ming and the little boss stunned for a moment; only after the fireworks had long dissipated did Ji Ming let out a long sigh.

"What a pity……"

"Damn it, you guys had bad luck in this life! Next life, be sure to pick a good womb!"

But it was obviously not just the Third Commander guarding outside the barrier; thus, at the next moment, Ji Ming, standing below the signal flare, received a reminder from Bailiangxiang.

Moreover, there was basically no reaction time; the eager Deep Forest Three Elders had already rushed to his face.

Speaking first was Moxinglan, stroking his white beard, who sized up the unharmed Ji Ming from head to toe and gave a hehe laugh.

"What good luck, Divine Chosen Sir—I never expected them all to be dead while you're still alive."

Hiding under the magical cover, the Prince Consort beside him also chimed in with a sarcastic tone.

"Alive? Being alive is great! Isn't life the most important thing in this world? Right, Divine Chosen?"

The next threatening line should have been said by Bailiangxiang, but he obviously didn't dare, so he just dryly muttered a sentence.

"Um, we're all friends, all respectable people, we won't hurt you, so please come with us."

From the Deep Forest folk's perspective, the Divine Chosen is now isolated and helpless, being captured by them is as inevitable as a female knight ambushed by goblins.

But Ji Ming felt inner peace about this, and could even chat with Bailiangxiang over the public network.

【Did only you three come?】

"【The Evil God's methods are too brutal; the envoy team suffered heavy casualties, only one in ten remains, and that little bit is still resting outside in the woods, with no combat power】"

"【Fine, well done; it's not in vain that I personally killed Him】"

!!!

In just a few words they judged the fall of a Zhen Shen, and the hundred‑li fragrance was almost frightened into crying out.

But just as Ji Ming was about to summon the red needle, taking advantage of there being no eyewitnesses to wipe out the thieving old man and the King of Soft Rice root and branch, a stern, righteous rebuke came from the heavens again.

"Well, I don't know whose toy this is, you've got a lot of nerve!"

Sure enough, the second group drawn by Old Three's signal flare has arrived as well, and this time they are our own people—the Pegasus Knight Squad that has been tense outside for a while, and their captain Haikemedia.

Ji Ming was still marveling that it's no wonder he's famed as an honest elf—his deeds are as fierce as a tiger—when a level seventy actually dared to challenge two level seventies, and then he saw a fellow who clearly had already come but pretended he hadn't, walking over in an affectedly refined manner.

This is of course the president of the Radiant Magic Academy, Tiriya; this kid had been torn between his subjective personal interests and the objective collective interests for a long time, but in the end he still chose to submit to fate.

Once the formation was activated, he calmly waited outside; when the formation was deactivated, it was only natural to follow Captain Hai inside to have a look.

But frankly, a mountain several thousand meters high collapsed with a roar amidst the rolling thunder like that of the Heavenly Pillar; such momentum would make even this broad‑experienced level‑seven expert feel his heart tremble and his spirit quake.

So President Tiriya had actually prepared a handful of tears in advance before coming in, waiting to mourn the god‑chosen as the first eyewitness, and to retrieve the honor of "Qixia City's Most Charming Man" with tears in his eyes.

As it turned out, upon entering, look—even the Purple Thunder God is dead, so how can this damn‑hair god‑chosen still be completely unscathed?

He could even leisurely stand in place, waiting for the idle, unlucky fool who insisted on running in with Captain Hai to save himself.

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Although feeling completely helpless, but since we've come, Principal Ti also feels awkward to turn and leave, so can only stand here rather embarrassedly continuing to hold down the fort.

And seeing the Radiant people arrive, the Deep Forest folk didn't just retreat; after all, having come all this way, they had to bring something back to report.

The old man is getting on in years; he wants to be pope once before he dies. The son-in-law has been eating too much soft food, wanting to give his teeth and knees a calcium boost.

The Radiant Divine Chosen's worth is just right—not too big, not too small—exactly a contribution with enough substance to fill this chasm.

Having made up his mind, the demon old man lunged like a hungry tiger pouncing on prey, his movement as fast as lightning, about to grab Ji Ming's collar.

Although the Sea Regiment Commander hadn't expected such a sneak attack, the Deputy Head, also a Lao Liu, had prepared in advance, raising his hand to summon an earthen shield that blocked the Divine Chosen.

Although the Deputy Head regretted it the next second, the strength of a 70th-level mage needs no elaboration, and the power of the Sixth-Circle spell 【Stone Giant Shield】 is quite considerable.

As a result, the demon old man's claw striking it could only produce a crack; he had to adjust his stance and strike again with force before the shield would shatter.

That brief moment was enough for the reacting Sea Regiment Commander to rush forward with his longsword, engulfed in rolling holy light, and chop down at his neck.

"What a vicious sword!"

No matter how frenzied, the old man dared not use his neck to block the blade; he could only withdraw, turn, cross his fists, and, relying on his armguards, forcibly parry the sword back.

Seeing this, the prince consort beside him also didn't dare delay, quickly waving his staff to release a cold rain, countering the summer night's mugginess, letting large drops of icy rain fall to the ground.

Although the demon old man looked like a martial arts master, he was essentially a forest devotee; he extinguished the holy light on his wrist and absorbed moisture, making his fists and feet somewhat swifter for a moment.

But the Sea Regiment Commander in iron armor was out of luck; his armor instantly grew a layer of frost, creaking, and was instantly given a slow debuff; even though some holy light evaporated it, the white vapor still obscured his vision.

With one waning and the other waxing, the demon old man instantly gained the upper hand.

"Huh?"

But the same spell also made the Deputy Head, who was busy preparing a large-scale spell to provide tactical aid to the Sea Regiment Commander, freeze for a moment.

……Strange, why does this seem a bit familiar?

In the rules of the Yangyue World, to cast a spell one must first construct a spell framework in the sea of consciousness, then guide magical power to fill it in sequence, completing the spell's 'preparation'.

Afterward, if there is still spare energy, one can further use the corresponding incantation, spell catalyst, gestures, steps, etc., to perform 'enhancement'.

Finally, one confirms the target, aims, and guides the shaped magic to complete the 'launch'.

As for hitting, damage judgment, and settlement, those are matters outside of magic.

All this is extremely complex, roughly equivalent to making the brain operate at supercomputer levels; even a little extra thought would cause it to smoke.

This is also the fundamental reason why the mage profession especially emphasizes 【Wisdom】—if you don't raise this stat, you lack even the ability to build a model.

Therefore, almost every mage, when using a spell they aren't fully confident in, will follow a specific procedure, down to the concrete action details, to avoid mistakes that would waste prior effort.

By sheer coincidence, as one of the representatives of the Radiant mage community, the excellent educator Tiliya had previously accompanied an envoy to the Deep Forest Royal Capital.

By sheer coincidence, among the Deep Forest officials who received them and conducted friendly professional knowledge exchange at the time was the prince consort standing before us.

By sheer coincidence, among the magic the prince consort demonstrated back then was a spell exactly the same as today's Seventh-Circle spell 【Cold Rain】.

Finally, by sheer coincidence, although Tiliya is now successful, his background is actually not very good.

He comes from the Radiant Western Border, a place plundered by the Deep Forest people, where nearly the entire town was massacred, leaving him an orphan from that small town.

If it weren't for the arrival of Lord Changge's army, which let him meet his lifelong benefactor, Tiliya might not have made it out alive.

So……

"Damn, I should have guessed this earlier!"

Who else could muster such great strength near the Royal Capital besides the Deep Forest people?

The Divine Chosen is just in it for fun; even condescending to be second doesn't really hinder his flirting, but for the Deep Forest people with a blood-deep grudge, Tiliya truly hates them—otherwise why would he study the Deep Forest?

Thus he gritted his teeth, pointed at the three before him, and began to question them.

"Who exactly are you? I feel like I see the shadow of Deep Forest people on you."

Three people:???

Prince consort: Damn! I was just focused on fighting and forgot to avoid suspicion!

However, upon seeing the prince consort behind him tremble all over like a primary school student called out by the teacher, Moxing Lan did not panic; instead, he let out a laugh.

Then he suddenly restrained himself, staring at the Radiant person before him.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"

"Dean Tiliya, if you think we are who we are and have done bad deeds, you can go through diplomatic channels and complain to our people!"

"Hehe, by then I'll be a good person, ha, I'll just apologize!"

"Shut up, you madman!"

Such a stubborn jerk naturally infuriated the Sea Regiment Commander, who raised his sword again to strike.

But in the low murmurs, the Deputy Head's complexion only got worse.

There's no help for it; this is reality—when you're weak, it's not also; when you're strong, it's also not.

Compared to the mighty Deep Forest, the Radiant, like an abstract grand stage, is merely the small one that can only bow its head.

Diplomatic means? Not even as good as a stray dog by the roadside.

But reason aside, having finally climbed to a high position, how could the vengeance‑craving Dean Tiliya swallow this insult?

On the contrary, those words stirred his true anger, and he grappled with the Deep Forest people alongside the Sea Regiment Commander.

——Today I must rip off your headgear and strike your faces!

Only Baili Xiang and Ji Ming remained, staring at each other; to serve as a better backdrop, they pretended to start a fake match.

Unwilling to accept defeat, not only the Deep Forest people crouched around the Fallen God Peak wanting to try again, but everyone was fighting fiercely, and the spectators couldn't help feeling itchy to join.

"Brothers, kill!"

"I've long disliked you; take this blade!"

Some even shouted and jeered inside, adding fuel to the fire.

"If we snatch the Divine Chosen, he surely bears the divinity of the Purple Lightning God!"

Ji Ming: Damn!

Thus, the Holy Light God's Chosen, the sole survivor in the formation, everyone again began the second round of the unrestricted martial arts tournament on the ruins of Fallen God Peak.