Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 783 - 468. Long-sealed Heart

If there were only two hours left in your life, what would you do?

This was the question Qing Chen faced at the beginning of his journey, and now he faced it again.

Only this time, fate might not have granted him two hours.

The wolves had already infiltrated the forest behind him like raindrops. Qing Chen was fast, but the wolves were not slow.

Qing Chen had never run through knee-deep snow before. This unfamiliar environment prevented him from reaching his top speed.

But the wolves were different; they seemed to understand the harsh weather better and were born for it.

The young man felt his energy rapidly depleting; it was only a matter of time before the wolves caught up.

He could hear the wolves’ footsteps on the snow, their panting, and his own heartbeat pounding like drums.

All this noise, however, made the snowy forest seem unusually silent and empty.

But Qing Chen wasn’t afraid.

In the pack, more than ten of the swiftest wolves sprinted, flanking Qing Chen from both sides with incredible speed.

It was as if the blades of a pair of scissors were gradually closing in.

From above the winter-barren snowy forest, the scene of the wolf pack hunting was spectacular.

However, such scenes were mostly seen during the season of hunting antelopes, not when hundreds of wolves hunted one man.

Qing Chen felt as if he had returned to the icy waters of Greenland.

The sky was covered in black clouds, as if the Country of God had descended once again.

Behind him, beside him, surged the roaring tide.

Only this time, there was no Yaoyao by his side.

Qing Chen laughed, feeling that fate was playing tricks on humanity, implying that what is owed must eventually be repaid.

In an instant, the wolves from both sides surpassed him, swiftly enclosing him.

The more than ten robust wolves formed a wall, forcibly blocking Qing Chen’s path.

They pounced fiercely!

Facing the incoming pack, Qing Chen didn’t slow down but calmly swung out the Puppeteer from his wrist.

The crystalline Puppeteer initially limp, in the blink of an eye, stiffened like a blade.

The sharp strings pierced through the air, resembling a massive cleaver.

In one sweeping motion, countless snowflakes in the sky were cut apart.

It swept over tree trunks, leaves, and the pack of wolves.

The crazy surge of Knight Vital Energy flooded into it, and at a certain moment, a huge blade shadow momentarily appeared in Qing Chen’s hand.

With a tearing sound.

The figure of Qing Chen colliding with the wolves was ripped apart by sharp claws and teeth. Amidst the flying remnants of his clothing, his arms and shoulders bore several bloody marks.

The marks left by those claws seemed as if they were etched into his bones.

But as the two figures crossed paths…

The towering trees tilted and fell to one side, shedding their snow with a rustle, and the sound of branches continuously breaking resonated on the ground like firecrackers.

The wolves struck by the blade shadow split in two, and their hot blood spilled on the snowy ground.

More than ten wolves perished in this encounter, all in one fell swoop.

The snowy forest behind Qing Chen collapsed with a thunderous crash, resonating mightily.

It was as if the young man had met the tide, and the tide had disintegrated.

Qing Chen felt three or four wounds on his body burning painfully, with large patches of skin exposed to the cold air.

Blood continuously flowed down from the wounds.

Initially, there was a burning sensation, which gradually turned to numbness.

But deep down, it still hurt.

There appeared to be a toxin in the wolf’s claws that inhibited the nerves.

After Qing Chen passed a large tree, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and with a loud laugh, called out, "Come on!" tearing off his shredded jacket and throwing it onto the snowy ground.

The boiling hot blood on the young man’s body steamed in the cold weather. novelbuddy.cσ๓

At that moment, he felt like a rusty, dust-covered iron box, which, when faced with a life-threatening crisis again, was opened once more.

There lay his original soul.

In the Inner World, he had been soaking in the warmth provided by Uncle Li Dong, Li Xiurui, and Shadow, all of whom had been eagerly teaching him. But because they were so radiant, something that belonged solely to him was being overshadowed.

It’s like when you have someone incredibly brilliant by your side; you can’t help but mimic their actions, their speech, and aspire to their way of life.

But someone else’s life is, after all, someone else’s.

At this moment, Qing Chen reclaimed what belonged to him.

Beneath the icy reason of the deep sea, that fiery temper.

Qing Chen’s mind was extremely fast and also calm and objective.

But the more he was like this, the clearer he understood his situation.

He was going to die.

So, if there were only two last hours left in your life, what would you do?

Would you stand up to this damned world and say, "I am not afraid"?

Would you stand up to those who want to harm you and make them pay?

Last time, he reported his father while riding a bike in the autumn wind.

This time, he was determined to stand dignified in this snowy forest and fight until the last second.

Until he died.

Faced with the fierce youth, the wolf pack hesitated for a moment.

They surrounded the young man, slowly wandering among the trees, gradually enveloping him.

From his pocket, the young man in the midst of the wolves took out a deck of cards. He threw the box away, and the remaining 53 cards flickered between his hands, faster and faster.

The next second, the wolf pack surged forward, attacking.

But the young man sent the playing cards flying from his fingertips like blossoming flowers, one by one, shooting out.

The cards in the air, like knives, cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Not a single wolf targeted by the cards could escape the fate of death, the cards were frighteningly sharp, hitting the wolves in the abdomen and even chopping through their ribs before piercing out of their bodies.

Qing Chen’s fingers were steady and powerful, without a trace of trembling.

In just a few breaths, 53 playing cards had been reduced to the last Joker.

The colorful Joker was pinched between his fingers, exceptionally vivid against the dull white snow.

By his side, fifty-two wolves already lay on the ground struggling endlessly, unable to stand up again.

The scene was gruesome yet spectacular.

The remaining wolves continued to advance; it seemed as though they were unaffected by the death of their comrades, resolutely and ferociously executing their hunting plan.

Qing Chen did not shoot the playing card between his fingers, but kept it.

Just as a wolf leaped towards him, Qing Chen slightly crouched, and the extremely sharp playing card slashed across from the top of the wolf’s abdomen.

By the time the wolf hit the ground, it was already done for, its innards spilled out, and a foul, bloody stench surged through the snow.

Another wolf pounced from behind Qing Chen, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head, swiftly grabbing the wolf’s mane with one hand, while the other hand wielded the playing card to chop at the wolf’s neck, pulling hard.

The wolf’s head was almost chopped in half!

That Joker, indeed, was Qing Chen’s final weapon among the wolves.

Perhaps no one in this world had ever seen such sharp playing cards.

From outside the pack of wolves, someone suddenly laughed, "Why struggle so desperately?"

Qing Chen, panting, laughed and said, "You call this struggling?"

This is clearly the flame of will.

Life should be like a candle, burning brightly from start to finish!

In the midst of speaking, he clashed with the wolves again.

He didn’t know who the person outside the pack was or what they wanted, but none of that mattered anymore.

Gradually, the Knight Vital Energy was drained away, even the playing cards in his hand started to curl like blades, no longer as sharp.

A wolf charged forward and bit at Qing Chen’s face.

Qing Chen swung his arm, the playing card slashing across the wolf’s neck, yet failing to slice it open.

Caught off guard, the wolf bit into his forearm.

No matter how Qing Chen shook, he couldn’t free himself from its grip.

Laughter came from outside the pack.

Qing Chen scoffed coldly, he stopped trying to shake off the wolf’s grip, instead fiercely enduring the pain to trap the wolf’s head under his armpit.

With a snap, the wolf’s tough spinal cord was twisted and broken!

The wolf’s mouth gradually loosened, exposing the deep bone-visible wound on Qing Chen’s forearm, the white bones and flesh were horrifying.

Qing Chen stood in place, holding the wolf by the neck and said, "Come on, what’s the point of hiding outside the pack?"

People outside the wolf pack stopped talking, and the wolves attacked even more fiercely.

Qing Chen’s back was bloody, with over twenty wounds curling up his skin and flesh.

Gradually, the toxins that paralyzed nerves built up more and more in his body.

Qing Chen’s right arm, which had been bitten, could no longer be lifted, so he swung with his left arm.

Having no strength in the bitten leg, he knelt on the ground to defend himself.

The silence of those outside the wolf pack deepened.

If only two hours were left in life.

Forget two hours, even if it were just two minutes, two seconds.

He would still fight with all his might to live.

In those years, when he had no living expenses, he earned them himself.

Unasked, he grew accustomed to loneliness.

He had eaten leftovers from other people’s tables, endured countless cold stares, and survived step by step to this moment—it was all earned desperately.

Courage and tenacity, this was the true color of his life.

Great Snow fell.

Qing Chen knelt in the snow until there was no intact skin on his body, until he could no longer lift his arms, until he finally closed his eyes in the snowy field.

He was very tired.

The youth wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

Perhaps when he woke up, he would still be at home, and the journey might just have been a big dream.

The wolves ceased their attacks and tearing apart; they slowly dispersed, clearing a path.

A middle-aged man slowly walked into the battlefield, looking at the youth kneeling on the ground without speaking, the white snow and rich blood making this perhaps the most fierce battle he had ever seen, even though the youth was only C-Class.

No wonder the clan had him personally take action.

Such a troublesome person indeed.

No wonder the clan mobilized such forces for a mere C-Class; if this youth were to grow, probably many would lose sleep.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man said, "I know you’ve been pretending until this moment, trying to strike me with a final blow. But you must understand, the difference between A-Class and C-Class is like the clouds above the vast sky compared to the mud on the ground. No matter how hard you scheme, it’s all in vain. Wolves die, I can find more, but you only have one life. Remember my name, Jindai Yunhe, from now on, we’ll be together for a long time."

Just then, Qing Chen suddenly opened his eyes, flipping a white card from his palm and shooting it out with the last of his Knight Vital Energy.

The middle-aged man was right—Qing Chen, even with his last breath, was merely trying to get the enemy close enough to deliver a fatal blow.

A deck of cards has 54 cards, but a box of cards contains 55, including one white card with manufacturing information.

Qing Chen kept it, hoping that the opponent would forget this card when counting.

But as the middle-aged man said, the gap in their strength was too great, too vast for Qing Chen to bridge with courage or wisdom.

The poker card flew towards Jindai Yunhe’s face, but with a light flick of his finger, the moment his fingertip collided with the card, it turned into powder.

Watching Qing Chen completely faint, the middle-aged man then turned to the forest behind him and said, "Come out, everyone. Search him, check for any taboo items on him, and then leave here quickly, heading north. If that Shadow returns, we’ll all die here."