Chapter 288: Showing Off One's Skills in Front of an Expert (Additional Update 4/6 for the Alliance Leader "Guarding Three People")
Inside the sheath of the divine staff, in test space No. 1, in the small storage room.
Wen Nan just opened his mouth and looked up at the numerical panel. His expression, which was originally intoxicated by it, immediately darkened.
[Fear value: 4; Desire value: 12; Conversion rate: 75%.] Wen Nan: ...
He wanted to seriously condemn the test question bank for the Scepter of the Scabbard. The difficulty of the questions was too low! Every time he was careless and had a little bad control, he would fail again! Is this reasonable? The qualification test for the Scabbard Candidate, such an important test question, how could it not be made the most difficult? This did not respect the fruits of the labor of the Grand Mage Aghanim at all!
Wen Nan was condemning himself in his heart. His body tightened and he heard a few vague syllables from Yu Shujun. Then -
[Fear value: 3; Desire value: 13; Conversion rate: 81.25%.] Wen Nan: ...
Spicy meatballs, only the last three points left.
If he continued like this, he would soon get full marks and would be forced to "hand in the paper early" again.
no.
Wen Nan took a step back in panic.
Yu Shujun had his eyelashes drooped and his brows knitted together. When he felt the person in front of him leave, he raised his head and said, "Huh...well..."
Wen Nan raised his hand and made a pause gesture, "Wait for me a moment."
He walked to the side, propped one hand on the wall, lowered his head and eyes, and began to recall in his mind the scene when he was a child, the butcher Uncle Wang next door to his hometown squatted in the yard, put his hands in a red basin, and carefully washed the pig intestines.
The thick and long pig intestine was pulled out of the steaming basin and squeezed skillfully with two hands, making a "puff, puff" sound. Then, bubbles of feces sprayed onto the muddy ground in the backyard.
Wen Nan imagined himself as the pig intestine, and what he faced was the smile of Uncle Wang with his bald head and wrinkled face...
Well, the effect is excellent, I calmed down quickly.
Wen Nan walked back and continued his "pole vault" under Yu Shujun's surprised gaze.
5 minutes later, the value above my head jumped again -
[Fear value: 2; Desire value: 14; Conversion rate: 87.5%.] Wen Nan closed his eyes tightly and imagined the feces gushing out of the pig intestine again.
It's no use.
This time even Uncle Wang the butcher couldn't help him.
This won't work.
Wen Nan took another half step back and looked at Yu Shujun very seriously. There was even a hint of condemnation in his eyes.
Yu Shujun felt inexplicably nervous when being stared at by the other party. He clenched his fists guiltily, his eyelashes drooped, and his toes on the ground moved uncomfortably.
No one knew better than Yu Shujun what Wen Nan had done in the previous copy, but Yu Shujun was a blank slate except for Wen Nan.
Although Yu Shujun had seen countless flowers, he had no comparison.
Yu Shujun subconsciously attributed the condemnation to the other party's dissatisfaction.
Just as he was caught up in a tangled emotion, the next moment, the person opposite him reached out a hand, lifted Yu Shujun's chin, gently wiped the saliva from the corner of Yu Shujun's lips with his fingertips, and pressed on the metal carvings.
Yu Shujun frowned slightly and looked into the other person's eyes. However, for the first time, he felt that those eyes were unfathomable and he had no idea what the other person was thinking.
Wen Nan’s idea was actually very simple—tsk, what a pity that it was blocked by this ball.
"It's a bit difficult..."
Yu Shujun:?
Wen Nan raised his hand and untied one of the chains that bound Yu Shujun's wrist.
One of Yu Shujun's arms was freed, and he subconsciously raised his hand to remove the metal buckle tied behind his head.
However, before his fingers touched the metal buckle, his wrist was grabbed by the opponent and his hand was moved to another place.
Yu Shujun's breathing stagnated, and he heard the other side whispering in his ear: "Do you know how to control it?"
…
…
As it turned out, Yu Shujun had no idea what to do.
Ten minutes later, Wen Nan left Test Space No. 1 with a conversion rate of 93.75% on his head.
With only a little bit of fear left, he could not stay in the test space any longer. Otherwise, he would be forced by the system to "submit the paper early" in a few minutes.
In desperation, Wen Nan had to choose this simple and crude method and left halfway.
With legs spread wide open, Wen Nan walked towards Test Space No. 2, taking steps so as not to pull his legs.
In his hand, he was holding the hollow metal ball at the moment. The metal ball was still warm, and the metal carvings on it were deformed in many places. There were two golden swords, one big and one small, inside, which were running around inside like two crickets trapped in a cage.
Wen Nan picked up the metal ball and brought it in front of his eyes, observing it carefully. He could vaguely see that there was still crystal clear liquid on the metal carvings.
Wen Nan was slightly startled, and as if possessed by a ghost, he brought the metal ball close to his nose and sniffed it.
There is almost no smell, only the metallic smell of the metal outer wall and a very bland mint scent.
Tsk.
What is he doing? Like a pervert! Wen Nan suddenly put away the ball in his hand, lowered his head and walked quickly towards the No. 2 test space.
When he arrived outside the space, Wen Nan just saw Wei Zhe riding on the huge puppet. The silk thread in his hand split the puppet's head into pieces. The two emerald eyes of the puppet fell out and rolled to the wall where Wen Nan was standing before stopping.
Wei Zhe turned his head and looked towards the corner following the two emeralds.
After a pause, Wei Zhe lifted his legs, climbed down from the huge puppet, returned to the toilet cubicle, sat on the toilet, crossed his arms across his chest, and the [Thousands of Threads] between his fingers turned rapidly, making a "whoosh, whoosh" sound.
Wen Nan stared at the other person's face for a while. The other person's golden hair was now completely wet, with water dripping from the ends of the hair. It seemed that he had drunk a lot of toilet water.
Shaking his head slightly, Wen Nan walked around the outside of the test space for most of the way, and finally stopped at the door outside the toilet.
After pacing left and right, Wen Nan recalled the scene when the giant puppet appeared before. Finally, he found the right angle and pulled the small sword out of the hollow ball first.
After the small sword left the hollow ball, it immediately turned into the size of a dagger. Wen Nan held it in his hand and slashed it hard towards the outer wall of the test space. A long and narrow gap immediately appeared.
Wen Nan opened the gap and carefully crawled in.
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As soon as his front foot entered the test space, the next moment, more than ten tiny silver threads immediately flew towards Wen Nan.
Wen Nan quickly retreated to the door while raising the dagger in his hand as quickly as possible, subconsciously blocking the attack of the silver threads.
The silver thread that fell on the blade of the dagger immediately broke into two pieces like tofu silk and fell to the ground.
However, immediately afterwards, the second and third clusters of silver threads shot towards Wen Nan.
The opponent was too fast. With a bronze agility, Wen Nan had no chance of survival in a head-on confrontation with the opponent. Even if he blocked the first wave of silver thread attacks, he had no way of resisting the second and third waves.
The golden dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and Wen Nan was tied up and lying straight on the ground.
Wei Zhe stood up from the toilet, still holding his "shuttle" tightly in his hand, and slowly walked to Wen Nan. He kicked Wen Nan's leg, then squatted down, picked up the dagger from the ground, and observed it carefully.
“…Root Breaker?”
Wei Zhe narrowed his eyes and turned to "look" at Wen Nan beside him.
Wen Nan is now a bug, and Wei Zhe cannot see his appearance with his naked eyes, but after smoothly coating the golden light of the Root Breaker on [Thousands of Threads], Wei Zhe can clearly sense Wen Nan's existence.
"Humph, you have a good idea to use Jun Wuming's treasure to deal with me," Wei Zhe sneered, with a mocking smile on his lips, "But you underestimate me too much. When you were outside just now, the golden light had already exposed your presence, didn't you know that?"
"Really? It seems that I was careless..."
Wen Nan struggled twice but couldn't break free. He chatted with the other party while pinching the hollow ball in his palm.
The lightsaber in the hollow sphere was about to be pulled out, but the next moment, countless silver threads wrapped around it.
The speed was too fast and the angle was too tricky. Before Wen Nan could react, the hollow ball containing the lightsaber was already grasped in Wei Zhe's hand.
Wei Zhe was obviously a little afraid of [Root Breaking Slash] and did not dare to grab it directly. He only used the shuttle [Thousand Threads] in his hand to hold the small ball in the air and spin it.
"You don't think you can do such a trick under my nose, do you?"
The contempt on Wei Zhe's face became even more serious. "Humph! Idiot! Now this entire room is under the control of the [Intricate Network] network."
At this point, Wei Zhe bent down and looked at the man lying on the ground. "You don't know who I am yet, do you? When death is imminent, I will let you go with a clear conscience—
"The president of the Ghost Tamer Alliance, one of the six major guilds, is me.
“No one in this world knows how to use [pulling threads] and [a myriad of threads] better than me.
"Under this current dragnet, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to defeat me!"
Wei Zhe's shouting words did not have the expected effect.
Wen Nan was lying on the ground, not being frightened, but laughing disdainfully.
Wei Zhe's pair of green eyes narrowed dangerously, revealing a bit of resentment in his eyes, "What are you laughing at!"
Wen Nan's lips curled up even higher, "No one understands [A Thousand Threads] better than you?"
Wen Nan nodded his chin and said, "I think this brother will be the first one to disagree."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhe suddenly realized something. He raised his eyes abruptly and his gaze met the pair of huge emerald eyes behind the crack in the door.
He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and the prop in his hand shook violently, and the hollow ball that was originally on top fell down.
He no longer cared about the hollow ball, and tried frantically to calm his mind and quickly get back into combat mode.
However, the huge puppet that had been lurking outside the door for some unknown period of time did not give him any chance at all.
The puppet stretched out its hand and directly snatched the [Thousands of Threads] from Wei Zhe's hand. The silvery-white silk threads immediately seemed to come alive in the puppet's hands and began to reorganize in the room.
The silver thread that bound Wen Nan loosened. He raised his hand and caught the hollow ball that had fallen to the ground in the chaos. He looked at the trembling Wei Zhe.
"You are a fake, you are talking like this in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will laugh at you?"
(End of this chapter)
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