"He won't let this go so easily!"
In the dimly lit room, the legendary figure, whose face was hidden by a hood, angrily pounded on the table.
Bang!
"Damn it!"
"How dare you play me?!"
The wooden table, adorned with ornate carvings, was slightly dented, and this piece of furniture, a work of art, was now rendered unusable.
"That's really embarrassing. If others saw you like this, they might look down on the legend."
Opposite him, a mirror was shattered into several pieces, one of which lit up.
A pattern that looked like a bat but was even more grotesque appeared, and a mocking voice came from the mirror:
"Um, do I need to kindly remind you?"
"It's not that they're playing you, it's that you wanted to play them, but you ended up being played."
"You'd better not confuse the two concepts; there's a significant difference between them..."
Bang!
"Shut up!"
The wooden table was hit again, and this time it was really close to being scrapped.
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, hahaha..."
A satisfied laugh rang out; the man with the bat design was in an extremely pleasant mood, and after laughing for a while, he continued:
"Come to think of it, this is really unlike you. Why are you so out of control?"
"So, you were also eyeing that sword before? Surely not. Don't you know your own skill level?"
"Stop lying to yourself, okay?"
The words spoken seemed to express concern, but the sarcasm and mockery in the voice were not concealed at all.
"snort!"
With a snort of anger, he finally stopped pounding his desk and suppressed his rage.
Without explanation, the mysterious legend showed no signs of losing his composure.
"You don't need to get involved in this. Instead of wasting your time, you should think about what to do next."
"You seem so happy. Do you have high hopes for the Swordsman?"
laugh.
A sneer came from the other side, and Bat immediately replied:
"Yes, I really like him."
"Angels bathed in blood, possessing both beauty and gore, which is quite in line with my aesthetic."
"Could there be a better combination than this!?"
The ecstatic voice rang out, allowing one to imagine the blissful expression on the other person's face as they spoke.
Some of them are chilling.
There's a pervert!
The legendary figure, his cheek twitching slightly, gave a cold snort and said:
"Since you like him so much, then we don't need to discuss it anymore. Let's just give him all your resources."
On the other side of the screen, Batman, waving his wine glass, paused for a moment, but quickly replied:
“These are two separate things.”
"Moreover, it's truly admirable; I have to admit, your ability to shirk responsibility is far superior to your ability to get things done."
He made a sarcastic remark, but then stopped his provocations.
Anyone can talk the talk, but when it comes to real interests, nobody says a word.
Oh.
Are they all mute?
"Alright, that's enough for you two."
An aged voice rang out, carrying a heavy sense of death, as chilling as if the old man were about to be buried.
"Let's continue."
"We still have many things to decide."
"We need to be prepared for his next mission and his subsequent counterattack."
"I have a plan regarding this, and I hope everyone can do me a small favor."
No one objected; that was the purpose of their gathering to make the call.
Watching a few people argue is a minor matter; what's next is the real issue.
Despite the debate, these people share the same understanding of one thing.
That is, the swordsman will never stop there.
He has made such a grand display that he has successfully taken his place on this stage.
As a legend, given his pride and the character he has displayed, it is impossible for him to simply fade into obscurity.
As legends themselves, they understood this perfectly.
In some ways, these legends are right.
If the swordsman is truly a legend.
...
...
Ning Feng appeared on the top floor of the Bincheng Watch Society building, looking up at the sky.
A constellation of stars.
The tranquil night sky is deep and empty, which makes people feel peaceful but also powerless because they realize their own insignificance.
"Phew, that's still not enough."
In fact, Ning Feng knew that what Aiger said made a lot of sense.
His own strength is still insufficient, and he can only struggle in the legendary realm using some low-level techniques.
If you were really facing them, you wouldn't be able to put up much resistance.
One's own strength is the most important thing.
Where did you go before?
A gentle voice, tinged with a hint of complaint, suddenly sounded from behind, causing Ning Feng to withdraw his raised gaze.
Someone noticed Ning Feng's return and couldn't even wait to walk out of the room before teleporting over!
"I just... oh?"
A figure pressed against him, gently wrapping his arms around Ning Feng's waist from behind, causing Ning Feng to open his eyes wide in surprise.
"Hmm? You've used up your magic power again?"
Removing her hand from Ning Feng's chest, Xilin subconsciously sniffed lightly and detected a faint scent.
It wasn't the fragrance of any woman, but rather a faint smell of alcohol.
liquor?
"Hmm? You've been drinking?"
Xilin found it strange that Ning Feng had never mentioned drinking during their time together.
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