Only My Way

Chapter 688: You're Quite Picky~

What should a battle be like?

Effortless?

Thrilling?

Unpredictable?

… …

Regarding this question.

Kang Xingcheng felt that a so-called battle should at least involve back-and-forth exchanges.

If even back-and-forth exchanges couldn't be achieved.

Then what kind of battle could it be??

At most, it would just be a solo performance by one side!!

Therefore, earlier, taking advantage of the time his companions bought for him, he directly adjusted his own state to its best.

He even used various secret techniques specifically for temporarily increasing strength, regardless of the cost.

All that he did was to face Ling Wuyuan head-on and then defeat him.

But… … ideas were beautiful, but reality was extremely harsh.

Even if he had already done so much.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he exerted twelve points of effort.

But the speed difference between him and Ling Wuyuan still didn't shrink in the slightest… …

Even now that everything was over.

Kang Xingcheng still couldn't recall how he had been hit… …

He only remembered that after Ling Wuyuan finished speaking and adopted his stance, he originally thought of taking two blows from Ling Wuyuan head-on to test how fast the other party's self-proclaimed speed, which couldn't even be maintained for 0.1 seconds, really was, and then… … then there was no then.

He remembered the beginning.

He also remembered the end.

But he had no idea what the process was like.

He was completely ignorant.

He only knew that when he, full of confidence, gradually reacted, he was already in his current state of being seriously injured and on the verge of death.

He couldn't even remember how he was injured… … It was as if part of his memory had been deleted.

However.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened at the time.

He could still clearly judge one thing.

That was, he had already lost… …

Lost miserably, so miserably that it wouldn't be a problem to say he lost in a tragic state… …

At this moment.

Although he wanted to maintain superficial calmness, allowing himself as a loser to retain his final dignity.

That kind of lingering bitterness still couldn't help but surge into his heart… …

Having cultivated since childhood, although he had been called a genius since he was young, and benefited from the family's inheritance, he had never lacked inheritance and resources. For thousands of years, regardless of whether his strength was strong or weak, as long as he had time, he would spend at least ten hours a day diligently cultivating, without any懈怠.

Therefore, although with a bit of arrogance, he had always felt that even if he couldn't be considered a peerless genius, he should at least be able to barely glimpse the ceiling.

After all.

He not only had excellent conditions, but also had indeed put in countless efforts.

Talent, effort, background, opportunity, didn't he have it all?

It shouldn't be too much to slightly look up at the ceiling, right?

But today, facing Ling Wuyuan, who was only a teenager.

He finally deeply understood that he had completely overthought it.

The so-called effort.

In the face of true talent, was simply not worth mentioning.

His lifelong learning, which he had painstakingly cultivated through thousands of years of tireless hard work, was so easily surpassed by the other party… …

It was as if the result of a mouse living in a cave and working hard for a lifetime was still far from being able to withstand a casual stomp by a young elephant that had just been born… … It was simply extremely cruel!

In Ling Wuyuan.

He saw absolute talent.

A talent that filled him with despair, a talent that should have been standing at the top from birth.

For a time.

Kang Xingcheng's eyes also instinctively revealed a hint of confusion… …

That was the sense of confusion from a broken Dao heart.

However, although that was the case, his self-esteem still made him choose to accept the loss.

Looking at Ling Wuyuan, who was not far in front of him.

He very frankly sought a quick death.

Compared to the current situation of being seriously injured and on the verge of death, only being able to silently wait for the last bit of vitality in his body to automatically drain away, as well as cowardly self-termination, he more hoped that he could die uprightly in Ling Wuyuan's hands.

To this.

Ling Wuyuan didn't say much.

He immediately planned to get rid of the other party.

As for the guy beside him who was trying to beg for mercy but couldn't make a sound at all, and couldn't even use the power of his mind, as well as another guy who was still in a coma, Ling Wuyuan didn't care at all, and only planned to get rid of them together.

However.

At the very last moment when he was about to act.

Perhaps out of some unspeakable unwillingness.

As a dying person.

Kang Xingcheng suddenly asked without warning:

“By the way… … Would you consider me an opponent?”

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Faced with this question.

After a moment of silence, Ling Wuyuan replied:

“Yes.”

“After all, I'm also injured quite badly.”

“Thinking about it, I should remember you for the rest of my life.”

Getting this answer.

Some expressions that could perhaps be called relief suddenly appeared on Kang Xingcheng's disfigured face.

Only.

In his mouth, he complained a bit disdainfully:

“Liar.”

“I feel like you probably don't even know my name, how could you remember me for the rest of your life… … ”

Also at this moment.

Under Bai Dinghan's gaze full of pleading, while Kang Canglan was still unconscious.

Ling Wuyuan mobilized the little power he had just recovered, and directly launched the final blow against the three people whose vitality was already like a candle in the wind… …

Not long after.

Confirming that the three people were completely dead.

Even, because all three people's spatial items had already been completely destroyed, so not even a single bit of spoils was left on the scene.

Ling Wuyuan then scratched the top of his head, which was still charred and didn't even have a single strand of hair left, with his right hand, which was missing several fingers, with a somewhat helpless expression, and complained to himself:

“I'm too lazy to remember men's names… … ”

“As long as I remember that this happened, isn't that enough?”

“You're quite picky~”

That was a somewhat disgusted tone.

This situation powerfully proved that he was a very principled person.

At most, he would only be interested in the names of beautiful women.

He was truly completely uninterested in men's names.

Having the opposite sex and no humanity is like this.

In short.

His degree of concern for Kang Xingcheng's dying complaint was directly far higher than the matter of himself being ambushed by people working together.

After all, being ambushed by people or something.

In Ling Wuyuan's heart, it was not a problem at all.

Person, place, time, cause… … None of it was important.

In comparison.

Sure enough, it was Kang Xingcheng's situation of still complaining about himself two sentences before death that made Ling Wuyuan care more.

What do you mean by liar??

He felt that the other party was a little rude… …

How dare he question his character in person!!

He has always been a man of his word, okay!?

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