Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 823 - 28 I’m Really Not 55 Open_3
823: Chapter 28: I’m Really Not 55 Open_3
823 -28: I’m Really Not 55 Open_3
“How much longer do they have to keep this up?”
“Don’t know, it should be soon,” the Red Emperor said indifferently.
Not long after his voice fell, the battlefield indeed underwent a change.
The mud that blocked the view suddenly dispersed, and the silhouette of the Sea Mud King shook eerily.
Its spherical body trembled as if shivering.
Tang Xian collapsed on the ground, snoring loudly in his sleep.
Meanwhile, the Sea Mud King looked completely dejected:
[I was wrong.
I really want to become a weed.
Why did I choose to fight?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Where did I come from, and where will I go?]
[Does the universe have a boundary?
Are there great prehistoric civilizations hidden in the depths of the ocean?]
[How insignificant I am.
Why should I spend my life in meaningless battles?
Honor?
Legend?
Merely fleeting dreams…]
[Fighting is really pointless.
I’ve had an epiphany.
I shall lay down the slaughter and pursue the eternal and dazzling truth!
Farewell!]
After the Sea Mud King finished speaking, it manifested arms out of its body and pushed fiercely—freeing itself from the arena.
Tang Xian still lay on the ground, seemingly oblivious to everything, wandering through sweet dreams.
The sea creatures outside the arena were truly dumbfounded this time.
Even Junlin and the Red Emperor, two ultimate powerhouses with a typically cold demeanor, were at a loss for words.
[What on earth is going on?
The Sea Mud King…
why did it suddenly run off?]
[You’re asking me?
Who should I ask?]
[Don’t ask.
The Sea Mud King is truly wise!
It has become enlightened!]
[Could it be that the Sea Mud King decided to let that little one off the hook on purpose?
Do they know each other?]
The sea creatures were completely baffled and began to speculate wildly.
As a master of illusionary realms, capable of inducing visions with its voice, the siren was the first to react, even quicker than the Red Emperor.
“Could it be that this person’s special ability is to force a fifty-fifty split and then win by the skin of his teeth?” The siren was more shocked than anyone else.
“What do you mean?” the Red Emperor inquired.
“The drastic change in the Sea Mud King’s temperament is probably because it was counter-invaded during its own spiritual invasion.
But that person…
pfft, that guy also fell into a deep sleep, which means…
his physical combat ability is decent, but his strongest aspect is his mental power.
After a tough battle with the Sea Mud King, he fell asleep, and the Sea Mud King only needed one step to easily shatter his cognition.
But at that moment, the Sea Mud King also collapsed.”
The siren believed it had hit the nail on the head and suddenly felt that this little guy was incredibly lucky, wasn’t he?
The first battle, collapsing just a step later than the opponent.
The second battle, beaten half to death, only to have the opponent charge out of the arena.
The third battle, unable to fight physically, engaged in a mental showdown that left one unconscious and the other mad.
A fifty-fifty chance every time, and a narrow victory every time?
Isn’t this probability even lower than me winning thrice in a row at the roulette?
The sea creatures below also found it particularly strange.
This person climbed from the seventy-second to the fifty-second place while being half-dead?
Tang Xian really couldn’t keep up the act, thinking if you mess with me again, I’m just going to be straightforward.
The roulette wheel spun, and oddly enough, those sea creatures who weren’t initially interested in Tang Xian’s matches suddenly felt that it wasn’t so bad when the roulette pointed to fifty-two.
Now, they seemed to share the mood of the siren, just wanting to see how long this little guy could keep lying down.
Could he possibly lie his way into the final rounds?
When the siren announced the number fifty-two, Tang Xian, who was lying on the ground pretending to be asleep, twitched.
“This is really picking on me…”
(It’s the beginning of the month, considering that this damn author is still typing away at nearly 4 AM, please throw in a monthly vote~~)
