"Oh? The Mist God's power...?"
On a rooftop, the real Truman is lounging in a deckchair, wearing sunglasses, basking in the sun, and drinking a beverage.
At the same time, it was receiving information transmitted back from all the phantom clones.
"I've heard before that the White Death God is the deity responsible for imprisoning the souls of gods and demons after death. It seems that the soul of a certain Mist God is under his control, and this Mist God has also given him divine power."
"Gods are all proud. How could a god actually be willing to give his power to another god?"
"Then I don't know. Our understanding of gods has always come from the information in the systems left behind by the ancient gods and civilizations. I have never come into contact with any gods."
"If he truly is the one who imprisons the souls of gods, then wouldn't that mean he can wield the power of all the gods?"
"Oh no, not all gods are willing to be driven by him."
"That's true..."
Truman lay comfortably on the recliner.
He was talking to another Truman, who stood on the rooftop railing gazing into the distance.
However, Truman, standing on the railing, looked as if he was shrouded in shadow, his whole body appearing to have a dark blue hue.
"However, this White Reaper's apostle is clearly holding back his strength. He must have other abilities that he hasn't used yet. If he really advances to the later 1v1 rounds, we may not be confident that we can defeat him."
Truman took off his glasses and gently wiped them with a cleaning cloth: "No rush, let's observe for a while longer."
......
Linnaeus ran for about three kilometers under the cover of the white mist.
Linnaeus looked back.
Now you should be able to shake him off, right?
"No, we haven't shaken them off yet."
Truman's voice came from above again.
Linnai looked up in astonishment. There he saw Truman standing above him again, gracefully atop the willow tree by the roadside, his hands behind his back.
Lin Nai frowned. How could this be?
His white mist can almost completely block all perception unless there is a significant difference in strength.
How did this guy even catch up?
Truman said, "Don't be so surprised. If it really doesn't work out, just accept it. Let me follow you. Anyway, I won't harm you this round; I just want to see how you perform."
Lin Nai: "...You really are a persistent little tagalong."
Truman smiled and said, "You flatter me, you flatter me."
Linnaeus: "..."
You think I'm praising you?
Lin Nai was speechless. How could someone who looked so refined and handsome be a perverted stalker and voyeur?
"How about it?" Truman said, "Want to try again? I'm bored anyway, so I can keep playing with you."
"......"
Linnaeus remained silent, carefully considering everything that had just happened.
Impossible. There's absolutely no way this guy could keep up with me just by speed.
He must have left something on me...
Linnaeus carefully examined himself.
Finally, he found the character "儒" (Confucian) written on the back of his clothes at some unknown time.
"Oh no, this is really bad." Truman, standing on the willow tree, slapped his forehead: "How did you manage to find out about this?"
Lin Nai did not respond, but felt a little puzzled as to when this guy wrote it.
Images flashed through my mind...
'The moment I made contact with this guy... was it when I swung the White Night Slash at him?'
'So this guy deliberately lured me to attack him, and then, the instant my attack passed through his body, left his tracking mark on me instead?'
'But isn't this guy an illusion?'
'If it's an illusion, why can it leave something tangible on me?'
Linna was puzzled, but couldn't figure it out.
Regardless of the consequences, Lin Nai first tore off the piece of clothing on which the character "Ru" was written, and used his soul power to melt it into ashes.
"Are you starting to get annoyed with me?" Truman pushed up his glasses and said with a smile, "Don't let me affect your mindset, or you'll fall into my trap. Just focus on the game and don't worry too much about me."
“Oh, no, not at all.” Linna looked up at him. “I just think it’s quite interesting.”
Truman gave him a playful look: "Is that so?"
Linnaeus: "How about we make a bet?"
Truman: "Okay, I love betting. What are we betting on?"
Lin Nai looked at him with a half-smile: "If I catch your true form before the end of this round of the competition, you will lose."
Truman gave him a deep look and asked with interest, "What's the stake?"
“If you lose,” Lin Nai said leisurely, “I want you, the ace seed of the Confucian Academy, to come and be my underling.”
Truman was stunned, his mouth slightly open, and he remained silent for a long while.
He then chuckled, "Heh... interesting. What if you lose?"
Lin Nai shrugged: "I lost. Do as you please."
Truman laughed and said, "Alright, if you lose, I'll make you, my apostle, my underling."
Linna smiled and said, "Okay."
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