Chapter 70: Talking to Oneself

“Why does the thing you fear most turn you into this?” Gu Ling asked, his face twisted with confusion.

“My greatest fear? I’m not sure myself. That scene just now was your soul skill, right? Somehow, I’ve grown used to that sensation.”

“How could that be possible?! How could anyone become accustomed to their deepest fear!” Gu Ling exclaimed in shock.

“I used to face these things every day. I lied to myself, convinced myself that I was important. But in the end, it was just self-comfort, useless. When the moment came that they no longer needed me, they naturally abandoned me, since I was never of any real use to them.

I should thank you for making me see things clearly. I don’t need to strive to please others. I am myself; I don’t have to live as someone else expects me to. Absolutely not. Someone once taught me that if you want others not to bully you, you must first display power that makes them wary, or something similar. Maybe I don’t possess strength that everyone fears, but I do have items that make everyone cautious.

What am I afraid of? There’s no reason for me to be afraid at all. I can treat it like a game. I won’t die anyway, right? Yes, I won’t die, so why not go a little mad?” At first, Mu Yang answered Gu Ling’s questions, but as he went on, he began talking to himself.

Gu Ling seized the moment while Mu Yang was lost in his monologue, attempting to launch a sneak attack. But—

With a crack, Mu Yang broke another finger, the immense pain once again disrupting Gu Ling’s soul skill.

“You shouldn’t move your hands when someone is speaking. Don’t you know the basics of courtesy? Honestly, I wonder who raised you, unable to teach even the simplest manners.” Mu Yang now seemed intent on venting all the grievances he’d accumulated over the years.

Hearing these words, Gu Ling’s expression grew uglier by the moment. He wished desperately to kill Mu Yang right then, but lacked the strength.

Mu Yang looked at Gu Ling’s face with a puzzled expression. “Are you angry? When people spoke to me like that, I felt nothing at all. Is my temper too good? Or am I just too obedient?”

Gu Ling pulled out a grade-six high-explosive grenade and fired at Mu Yang, ready to attack.

With another crack, Mu Yang snapped his pinky finger. The intense pain disrupted Gu Ling’s soul power, and the grenade exploded in his arms.

Fortunately, the soul tool’s protection mechanism was excellent. Though Gu Ling was injured, the damage wasn’t too severe.

“See? I told you not to do anything else while someone is speaking. Now you’ve suffered the consequences,” Mu Yang said.

“Get out!” Gu Ling’s eyes were red with fury. He had grown up in luxury, and even after entering Mingde Hall, his unique martial soul and soul skills earned him almost the highest treatment. Never had he been insulted like this, and he lost all reason.

He aimed a small, delicate gun at Mu Yang and fired. The air twisted faintly, colorless, and in an instant, Mu Yang’s chest was pierced. Gu Ling suffered the same fate.

Had Gu Ling kept his composure, he might have deduced which skill Mu Yang used, but he was too enraged to think…

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