Chapter 230 The Third Player

It turns out that no matter how the surrounding space changes, it has little effect on Saikai Haruto.

To be honest, the special ability of "The Man in the Mirror" does not have any lethal power. At least he cannot create and play with space like Rimbaud. He is slightly inferior in "fighting". But this does not mean that "The Man in the Mirror" is completely inferior to "The Coloring Book".

When it comes to hiding and perceiving the alternate dimension, no one can match him—not even the "coloring book".

As long as Xi Haiqingdou thought, unless he was in the subspace created by Rimbaud, even if he stood less than 0.1 centimeter away from Rimbaud, he would not be able to detect anything abnormal or find where he was. As for whether he could sense danger... that depended on how sensitive his "intuition" of "smell of danger" was.

Of course, it was another story in the subspace - the entire space was created by the "Color Painting Collection" and was completely under his control. Naturally, the spatial changes in it could not be hidden from his perception. Unless Xi Haiqing Dou also created a space that belonged entirely to him, or tore this subspace apart... and the former was of course impossible.

Although the "Man in the Mirror" is useful, it is not without flaws. Different from the "sub-space", the dangers in the alien space are chaotic, unknown and random. Moreover, if you stay in the alien space for a long time, you may get lost in the space... In serious cases, you may even forget your "self". In other words, he cannot stay in the alien space for a long time.

The time limit is half an hour.

Moreover, the coordinates of the alien space are not completely symmetrical with the coordinates of the outside space... It is okay within a certain range of short distance space, but the longer the distance, the less accurate it is, and he cannot be sure where he will land after leaving the alien space.

Xi Haiqing Dou once suspected that this was because part of the skill card of "The Man in the Mirror" was synthesized from the skill fragments he owed to the system...that's why there were so many defects.

The system accused him of slander.

…That’s getting off topic.

In short, no matter how the subspace changes... for "Mochizuki Kaoru", the impact is almost "zero".

If he wanted to get out, he could just open a new space in the "subspace". This was not a difficult task for the "man in the mirror".

The difficult part is how to take Dazai Osamu out with him.

This guy's special ability "No Longer Human" has become a negative influence at this time.

Once he is touched, his ability will be ineffective and he will not be able to take him out; but if he is not touched, his ability will not take effect and he will not be able to take him out either.

So, now it seems...unless he defeats Rimbaud first.

Coincidentally, Rimbaud thought the same way.

The battle between the two is inevitable.

--However.

Although "Colored Painting Collection" can manipulate the subspace and turn the dead bodies of the superpowered people in the subspace into superpowers, the former has almost no effect on "Mochizuki Kaoru". Everything in the entire subspace is under his control - except "Mochizuki Kaoru". The latter had been torn into pieces by Nakahara Chuuya when Xi Haiqing rushed over...

So an awkward thing happened - if two people with space abilities really want to decide the winner, it seems like they might have to rely on... physical combat?

The figure in the dark blue kimono disappeared in the light golden subspace in an instant, and suddenly appeared beside the black-haired young man the next moment. The dagger that appeared in his hand at some point slid in front of Rimbaud, faster than a ghost, and as light and silent as moonlight, pointing straight at his heart.

Even though he was about to cut a person's flesh and blood, Xi Haiqing Dou still did not have the slightest murderous aura on his body. He did not know when he had taken off his glasses, so it was easier to see the calmness in his light grey eyes - so naturally he could not sense the "danger".

How to find its previous track? How to confirm its location? How to avoid such a close distance?

Subspace turned into a thin film cast "wall" and space waves to try to block it, but it was like nothing under the blade of the dagger. It was like it was turned into air again. In short, piercing them would not be more difficult than passing through the air.

Rimbaud remained calm.

The young man, seemingly defenseless, seemed to sense something the moment the dagger appeared. At the same moment he appeared, Rimbaud leaned back to distance himself, retreating in the air, his long black hair flying in the air, and dodged narrowly, the dagger pierced the air.

——As long as he appears in this space, he can perceive everything. The subspace is Rimbaud's domain.

At the same time, he also stretched out his hand.

Countless pale golden sub-space wave cubes appeared from all directions like cannonballs, smashing in front of him, towards Xi Haiqing Dou's position, with a force and speed that could easily destroy steel, drowning him in an instant and exploding silently. It looked like a grand fireworks display that bloomed quietly. The only tiny sound during the period was the vibration of the surrounding space that was forced to emit.

But Rimbaud did not let down his guard at all.

The muscles all over his body were tense, and he suddenly turned sideways, bent his arms and struck back with his elbows. At the same time, he bent his left leg and swept his right leg forward——

A human arm suddenly appeared where the air should have been.

Rimbaud's elbow hit Saikai Haruto's arm.

The place where his legs were about to sweep was exactly where Saikai Haruto appeared.

——The person who was supposed to be drowned by the explosion had already disappeared on the spot, and then suddenly appeared again behind Rimbaud.

Saikai Haruto's right leg also bent and moved forward, hitting Rimbaud's right leg hard; the arm that was originally aimed at Rimbaud's fatal point was forced to bend, changing from attack to block, and at the same time, blocked all of Rimbaud's attacks.

Rimbaud did not stop, he turned his elbow attack into a knife attack and attacked Xi Hai Qing Dou again. At the same time, he retracted his right leg, bent his body down, and kicked his left leg forward in mid-air!

Xi Hai Qing Dou also turned defense into offense again. The leg that should have been retracted paused for less than half a second, and then rushed towards Rimbaud again with a greater force of reaction. The dagger in his hand spun lightly and slid into his other hand. He grabbed Rimbaud's forearm with his right hand, and held the dagger tightly with his left hand, stabbing at Rimbaud in a tricky direction.

In just a few seconds, the two men fought two more rounds.

Neither of them took a single step back.

Draw.

Their eyes met slightly, and the two separated immediately without saying a word. With their eyes cold, they chose to attack again at the same time.

At this time, whether it is the use of space waves, sub-space or alien space, it will no longer be of any use here.

Knife. Blocked by leaning forward. Leg strike. Blocked by leg strike. Elbow strike from behind. Blocked by arm strike. Dagger strike. Blocked by cross arm strike. Continuous leg kick. Kicked back by side kick. Knee strike. Pushed back early. Spinning double kick. Blocked by leg strike and arm strike.

In the sub-space, the figures of the two people flew, disappeared, flashed, and fought, the speed was so fast that it was dazzling, and there was no time to catch their every move. The "bang bang" sound of the body collision seemed to be endless, the moves were fierce and fierce, and if the attack missed, they would come again, one attack after another.

The two "space-type" psychics seemed to have completely forgotten about using their psychic powers to fight each other in the end... Instead, they started fighting in close combat, as if they were planning to use the most primitive physical confrontation to determine the winner.

Yet it was still a tie. Another tie.

If the stalemate continues, there will be no result no matter how long it takes.

The two looked at each other again.

Xihai Qingdou stood still, straightened his sleeves calmly, the dagger disappeared from his palm in an instant, and the frost between his brows also completely dissipated in an instant.

It was as if he had never experienced a fight, except that his hair and clothes looked a little messy. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to have returned to being the quiet novelist who wrote in the past.

"You've already figured it out, Rambo-kun. This won't lead to anything."

Xi Haiqingdou said calmly: "My ability is called "Mirror Man". Although it may not be as good as "Coloring Book" in terms of combat, it can separate space, so your sub-space will not have any effect on me."

"As for fighting, I think you can see, Rambo-kun - my goal is not to kill you."

"I see. 'Man in the Mirror' is also a very powerful ability. No wonder you are not surprised, Mr. Mochizuki. 'Coloring Book' really can't stop you."

Rambo also stopped and nodded gently - he could sense that during the fight just now, Xi Haiqingdou did not have any "murderous intention" towards him. And his every move was not aimed at "killing him".

Even though it had been a draw just now, he didn't think that the little fight just now was the full strength of his ability, just like he had not used up all his strength - he didn't intend to "die together" with Xi Haiqingdou in the fight just now, and he thought so too.

Sometimes a tie is harder than an injury, maybe for him it was more like a warm-up.

Xi Haiqing Dou still looked as if he was doing nothing, but he actually felt a little relieved in his heart.

After seven years of not really fighting, even a "vest" would have seen his skills decline and become less skilled... Fortunately, Rimbaud didn't seem to notice.

Moreover, his purpose was not to fight to the death with Rimbaud, and it would not come to the point of a life-and-death duel. Saikai Haruto also had no intention of revealing everything about "Mochizuki Kaoru" so early.

Fortunately, he stopped in time, otherwise if he continued, he might not be able to hold on and would be injured.

"Likewise, I don't think that Rambo-kun is determined to kill me."

Xi Haiqing Dou continued to speak, with a smile that was not quite "Mochizuki Kaoru" on his lips. After the glasses covering his eyes were removed, the light gray peach blossom eyes and the tear mole under his right eye became more eye-catching, revealing a faint and somewhat demonic evil spirit.

"It may sound a bit arrogant to say this, but if it weren't for you, Rimbaud-kun, and your partner Verlaine, who is now nowhere to be found, I don't think I would have died so easily at your hands."

The name "Verlaine" seemed to have turned on a switch. Rimbaud was stunned for a moment, with a look of pain and confusion in his eyes: "Verlaine... No, there won't be that result. Verlaine... He's dead."

The pain seemed to become clearer and clearer, and Rimbaud said calmly: "He betrayed me and my country. I killed him with my own hands."

It didn't take him long to recover his memory, and it was often intermittent. Not long ago, he just remembered that just like in the novel "Amnesia", Yuuki Chitose personally killed his friends and lovers, the Miyazaki siblings, he also killed Verlaine.

His good friend, Verlaine, who had come with him to this foreign land to carry out the mission, ambushed him during the mission and was then killed by him.

Xihai Qingdou raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that your memory has not yet fully recovered, Rambo-kun... Or maybe you remembered it wrongly. But in any case, the facts are probably slightly different from your memory."

His voice echoed slowly in the pale golden space, objectively and without any emotion: "Verlaine is not dead. Not only is he not dead, but he is still alive and well, alive to this day, and has even done many great things, and even earned the title of 'King of Assassination'." He paused, and a subtle smile appeared on his handsome face: "If you are talking about that Paul Verlaine."

"What...what?" Rambo was stunned.

This time I was completely stunned.

If someone wanted to punch him at this time, he probably wouldn't react.

For a spy, it can be said that he is "disqualified".

He had never considered the possibility that Verlaine was not dead.

But if Verlaine is not dead...

"Although I don't know why you have such a wrong memory, it doesn't matter now."

Saikai Haruto interrupted his thoughts and said, "Anyway, what I want to ask is, Rimbaud, why did you kill Dazai-kun and Nakahara-kun?"

Rimbaud came back to his senses.

But he shook his head at Xi Haiqing Dou.

"No, it's not Chuuya-kun. The person I want to kill is actually Dazai-kun." Rampō hesitated for a moment, but chose to be honest: "Because Dazai-kun killed Mori-dono."

"...What?" Now it was Xi Hai Qing Dou's turn to be stunned.

"Even so, Mr. Mochizuki, are you still going to take Dazai-kun away?"

"Of course." Xi Hai Qing Dou raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said without hesitation: "Why not?"

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Nakahara Chuuya looked at them in amazement.

The fight just now had kept him glued to his eyes for a long time. It was a fight between two high-level "space-based" psychics, and also a fight between two extremely outstanding "former psychic spies" and "former killers."

Although the two of them were flashing around everywhere, which was not very friendly to the eyes, in addition to the use of "space", the close combat between the two was also very interesting to watch - whether it was the different fighting techniques or coping strategies of the two, it was enough to make Chuuya Nakahara, who had never systematically learned how to fight and had always been a self-taught "free and wild" person, stare at it.

But something seemed a little wrong... Why did he feel that the two of them had been fighting for a long time but it was unclear who would win?

And why did they stop playing?? They just started chatting like this?!

Nakahara Chuuya was very puzzled.

"Hey, what are they two doing?" he asked Dazai in a low voice.

"Can't you tell? They're just chatting."

"That's not what I'm asking! Why did the two of them suddenly stop?"

"Wow, I didn't expect that, Chuuya, you actually want to see such a bloody scene of them killing each other?" Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuuya with a surprised look as if he was looking at a "murderer".

Nakahara Chuuya was annoyed: "Hey, that's not what I meant!"

"Chuya, stop making noise. I want to continue listening." Dazai Osamu waved at Nakahara Chuya like a fly.

After listening quietly for a while, Nakahara Chuuya asked Dazai again: "Dazai, do you know who the 'Verlaine' they are talking about is?"

He hesitated for a moment, then asked another question with hesitation: "And... do you think that uncle seems a little strange now?" He looked at Dazai Osamu, trying to seek his approval.

“Do you think I know everything? But the title of ‘King of Assassination’ does sound powerful enough. Chuuya, you’re not going to be scared, are you?”

Dazai Osamu sneered at Nakahara Chuuya with a nonchalant and indifferent look: "Who is wrong? You are so dizzy and can't stand it anymore, so you feel something is wrong with everyone you see, right?"

Nakahara Chuuya rolled his eyes: "Do you think I'm as fragile as you?"

But this time he was not fooled by Dazai Osamu, and continued: "Although that Lantang also looks strange, but I am talking about Uncle Mochizuki..."

He thought for a long time but still couldn't come up with a word that could accurately describe his thoughts, so he said: "I don't know why, but after taking off the glasses, I always feel that Uncle Mochizuki is like a different person, and the feeling is completely different from before."

He had a puzzled expression, and this time he didn't need Dazai Osamu's answer, as he continued to ponder on his own - he really couldn't understand why the same person gave him two such completely different feelings.

This guy... is actually a beast? Dazai Osamu's eyes darkened.