Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Without hesitation or delay, the two of them...
Without any hesitation or delay, the two figures entangled with each other, and every move was deadly. This battle does not require any weapons, because the bodies of high-level psychics are already sharp weapons.
It's a pity that this kind of fighting is not very entertaining. Ren Xiaoyue thought.
The killing technique is concise and plain, without any unnecessary movements, just as dry and plain as axioms and laws. Ren Xiaoyue was distracted and her hair was cut by Cross. She stopped thinking about it and devoted herself to the battle.
After all, this was exactly the exit she wanted.
From the beginning, Ren Xiaoyue never intended for the character she played to survive the finale. Her popularity was high enough before, so she took some time off. Now she wanted popularity again, so she continued with her original plan.
A happy reunion is certainly welcome, but a tragedy with flaws is more unforgettable.
Ren Xiaoyue's original plan was to find a suitable opportunity to cover the retreat during the decisive battle, and then die voluntarily. The moment she saw Close, she knew her chance had come.
Too illogical a death would just make everything ridiculous. Only a worthy opponent can elevate tragedy. Cross is a suitable opponent, and being evenly matched is one aspect. On the other hand, he is never reluctant to share his ideas with others, and now he is the right commentator.
Cross used his arm to block Ren Xiaoyue's attack, then twisted his hand back to turn defense into offense. He sighed, "What a shame. I thought we could sit down and have a peaceful chat."
"Is it necessary?"
Ren Xiaoyue followed his force and resolved the attack.
Cross insisted, "Of course, there is still a lot I want to talk about you and me. For example, when you said 'very early', it was actually the very beginning."
"The human brain is a very complex thing. Losing memory does not mean becoming mentally retarded. You do not have the memory before the experiment was successful, but obviously, you have your own criteria for judgment."
"You clearly never treat people as human beings, but you have relatively universal values. Good is rewarded with good, and evil is punished with evil. Such an idea is really mediocre."
Ren Xiaoyue was not led into the rhythm by Cross, she raised her foot and attacked Cross's knee.
"You don't have to provoke me," she said.
"Is it because my existence threatens the people you care about?" Cross sighed. "How cruel! I, your teacher for six years, have to resort to trickery just to ask you to help fulfill a small wish."
As they talked, their fight became more intense, with each move carrying deadly murderous intent. Raise your hands, tilt your head, and lift your legs. They all know that the only outcome of revealing any flaws is death.
Ren Xiaoyue said word by word: "No, you are his clone. No matter what, you should not be alive."
Cross's supernatural power suddenly erupted.
This came without any warning, but was within Ren Xiaoyue's expectations. Because of Ren Xiaoyue's special nature, they tacitly agreed not to use their superpowers in the previous battle. But this doesn't mean they can't use it.
Ren Xiaoyue consumes energy to neutralize other people's superpowers. For this reason, once her superpowers are used up, she can no longer neutralize them.
If Cross had come with someone instead of alone, perhaps Ren Xiaoyue would have been defeated. However, in a one-on-one fight, neither of them could do anything to the other.
Even so, Cross used his supernatural powers.
Ren Xiaoyue knew what was going on, because the facts she told were like a stubborn thorn that had been sticking in Cross's heart. It blocks the rotten heart, preventing the foul ichor from flowing out.
Cross is a clone of the leader of the organization, which is a topic he absolutely does not want to mention.
Her words would inevitably anger Cross.
Only by irritating him can we find the flaw.
Ren Xiaoyue also controlled her supernatural powers to fight back. At this moment, their battlefield turned into a bottomless black hole. Invisible strange energies collided and dissipated, creating layers of splashes in areas invisible to the naked eye.
“The patricide complex is a rebellion against the ruler,” Ren Xiaoyue continued, “and the self-destruction complex is a rejection of oneself.”
Lu Ze, who was farther away, raised his head as if he sensed something.
He looked in the direction of Ren Xiaoyue and frowned unconsciously. The waves that were ready to devour people were becoming more and more ferocious; even someone like him standing far away on the shore could feel its violence.
"The fluctuations of their superpowers are indeed astonishing," Zhe patted Lu Ze on the shoulder, "Let's go, don't waste the time she bought for us."
Lu Ze withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace. The shadows of the trees swayed and the leaves fell rustlingly. The war in the distance is getting more intense.
"What about you, you're different?"
Cross asked. The smile on his face wasn't as perfect as before. It's so fake that even an eight-year-old child can tell it's wrong.
On this issue, Ren Xiaoyue is always honest, "So what? At least I don't have a histrionic personality."
Now it was finally Cross' turn to be speechless. His smile slowly melted like butter that had been left indoors for a long time.
The two poles reversed, and it became Ren Xiaoyue who refused to give in.
She said, "I wanted to tell you these words a long time ago. But I was busy taking Dr. Xilaiya away and didn't have time to say it."
"You treat me as a weapon, and you also think I can bring you peace. There should be a limit to your self-talk."
After he finished speaking, Cross and Ren Xiaoyue exchanged two moves in succession. After narrowly avoiding Ren Xiaoyue's calf, he said calmly: "But you are still going to kill me."
"Well," Ren Xiaoyue said frankly, "but if I kill you, it has nothing to do with you."
She said this as calmly as if she were reporting experimental data to Cross or dissecting a mouse.
Her ice-blue eyes were like a calm lake, and no one could throw a stone to disturb the surface of the lake. Cross saw himself in her eyes, expressionless, stripped of all disguise, and ugly.
Cross was born by accident.
He was originally created as a backup body for "That One". This was a most ordinary attempt by "that person" to achieve eternal life. In addition to him, "that person" also created many similar beings.
The difference between him and those things is that he has awakened superpowers.
There are many clones that survived, many ordinary clones, but he is the only one who is alive and has awakened special powers. He was taken away from that dark place, and after countless experiments, "that person" came to a regretful conclusion - his appearance was a miracle of life and could not be replicated.
Perhaps it was the title of miracle that made “that person” feel auspicious. Instead of being destroyed, he was given the title of “that” descendant and truly stood in the sun.
Life under the sun was unexpectedly boring, and he could see through everyone's motives at a glance. This kind of life was not even as interesting as when he was in the laboratory and seized the opportunity to kill the researcher.
Cross quickly became boring. He was too smart, too smart to empathize with others, too smart to be like another species.
He didn't meet the right person like Lu Ze and Su Su, but he discovered new interests by chance.
A certain elder in the base was cleared out by “that person” because he touched an area that he shouldn’t have touched. During the cleanup process, Cross saw that the powerful man who had abandoned his wife and children regretted it at the last moment and knelt down to beg them to spare his wife and children.
He did something that Cross did not expect, and Cross suddenly found that his long-silent heart began to beat again.
Can human beings really perform such a tortuous drama?
Since then, Close has directed numerous tragedies and comedies. He once built a stage on this land, and also left this familiar sky to go to other countries. Under his impetus, a country was destroyed.
The more extreme the environment, the more likely humans are to break common sense and perform more exciting dramas.
But such excitement also has an end. After the novelty gradually wore off, Cross turned his attention to the person who could be called "father".
He wanted to direct a play that would end with the downfall of his "creator."
The brave man went through untold hardships, tempered himself, and defeated the dragon. He can be a mysterious helper behind the hero, or a guard under the evil dragon. He believed that it must be the most exciting performance so far.
This is the story before Cross met Ren Xiaoyue.
He met Ren Xiaoyue, or to be exact, on that day six years ago. Before being threatened by Ren Xiaoyue, Ren Xiaoyue was just a chess piece to Cross like any other.
It wasn't until the day when he was outmaneuvered by a chess piece that Cross suddenly realized.
The most exciting drama should not be about others as the protagonists.
He put himself in the starring role and chose the most suitable enemy. The demise of the "creator" became the background of this drama, and the original protagonist was kicked to the supporting role.
The world is a stage, and you and I are the actors. Come, let the play begin.
Cross stared into Ren Xiaoyue's eyes, and into the reflection in those eyes. They were so much alike that the few differences were glaring.
Only by stepping onto the stage wearing dancing shoes can you empathize with the actors. You only feel pain when a nail pierces your foot. The director, who had stayed out of the matter, finally got sucked into this life-and-death performance.
Cross could have smiled and said to Ren Xiaoyue, "I am the main person in what you are about to do, how can it have nothing to do with me?", but when he opened his mouth, this was not what he said.
"That makes me look like a clown," he said flatly. "I have another question."
"If I had chosen to be a good person at the beginning, like the little friend you chose, would you still decide to kill me because of my identity?"
"So much nonsense." Ren Xiaoyue replied.
This is a standard "sixteen" answer. She is always so arrogant and never answers questions that do not interest her. When Cross didn't care, the answer was ordinary, but when he cared, the answer became harsh.
Cross approached and pestered, "You're not willing to give me an answer?"
The one who answered him was Ren Xiaoyue's fist.
The key to victory lies in that moment. While demanding an answer from Ren Xiaoyue, Cross pierced her heart with his hand. Ren Xiaoyue also seized the opportunity and blew Cross's head off.
"You are so cruel."
With only half of his head left, Cross said the last sentence lightly and slowly fell to the ground. Ren Xiaoyue looked at Cross, who died in a not-so-beautiful way, then looked at the hole in his chest, took two steps, and fell on her back away from Cross.
The body touched the ground, raising some dust. Ren Xiaoyue lay neatly, her breathing gradually slowing down.
Ah...it turns out the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, and the birds are so cute.
That's it. Ren Xiaoyue thought.
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