OBS Chapter 128 Bet
Chapter 128 Bet
"Oh? Is it the power of the God of Mist..."
On a certain rooftop, the real Truman is lying on a lounge chair with his legs crossed, wearing sunglasses, basking in the sun and drinking a drink.
At the same time, it receives the information sent back by all the phantom clones.
"I have heard before that the White Death God is responsible for imprisoning the souls of gods and demons after death. From this point of view, it seems that the soul of a certain generation of Mist God is under his control, and this Mist God also uses his divine power to Gave it to him."
"Gods are all proud. How can there be a god who is really willing to give his power to another god?"
"Then I don't know. Our understanding of gods has always come from the information in the systems left behind by the ancient civilizations of gods. I have never come into contact with gods."
"If he really is the one who imprisons the souls of the gods, doesn't it mean that he can use the power of all gods?"
"Oh no, not all gods are willing to be driven by him."
"makes sense......"
Truman lay on the recliner with a comfortable look on his face.
The person talking to him was another Truman, standing on the rooftop guardrail and looking intently into the distance.
However, Truman, who was standing on the guardrail, looked like his whole body was cast in a shadow, and his whole body took on a dark blue hue.
"However, this apostle of the White Death is obviously conserving his strength. He must have other abilities that he has not yet used. If he really advances to the 1v1 stage later, we may not be sure that we can defeat him."
Truman took off his glasses and wiped them gently with a glasses cloth: "Don't worry, just keep observing."
...
Lin Nai relied on the cover of white mist to run a distance of about three kilometers.
Lin Nai looked back.
Should I get rid of him now?
"No, I haven't gotten rid of it yet."
Truman's voice came from above his head again.
Lin Nai looked up in shock. Truman appeared above his head again, standing gracefully on the top of the willow tree by the roadside, with his hands behind his back.
Lin Nai frowned, how is this possible?
His white mist can block almost all perceptions unless the difference in strength is too large.
How on earth did this guy keep up?
Truman said: "Don't be so surprised. If it really doesn't work, just accept it calmly and let me follow you. Anyway, I won't attack you this round. I just want to see your performance."
Lin Nai: "...You are really a difficult follower."
Truman smiled: "Thank you, thank you."
Lin Nai: "..."
You really think I’m complimenting you, right? ?
Lin Nai was also speechless. He looked so polite and talented, but he was actually a perverted stalker and voyeur?
"How about it." Truman said, "Do you want to try again? Anyway, I'm bored now, so I can continue to play with you."
"..."
Lin Nai said nothing, thinking carefully about what just happened.
Impossible, there is absolutely no way this guy could keep up with him purely by relying on speed.
He definitely left something in me...
Lin Nai checked himself carefully.
Finally, he found the word "Confucianism" written on the back of his clothes. He didn't know when.
"It's broken, that's not good." Truman, who was standing on the willow tree, slapped his forehead: "You actually discovered this."
Lin Nai didn't respond, but felt a little confused. When did this guy write it?
One picture after another quickly appeared in my mind...
'The moment I just came into contact with this guy... was when I swung the Byakuya Slash at him? ’
‘So this guy deliberately attracted me to attack him, and then left his tracking mark on me the moment my attack passed through his body? ’
‘But isn’t this guy a phantom? ’
‘Since it is a phantom, why can it leave something substantial on my body? ’
Lin Nai felt puzzled, but couldn't figure out the result.
But no matter what, Lin Nai first tore off the corner of his clothes where the word "Confucianism" was written, and used his soul power to melt it into ashes.
"Aren't you starting to annoy me a little bit?" Truman pushed up his glasses and said with a smile: "Don't let me affect your mentality, otherwise you will fall into my trap. You'd better play well, no need You care about me too much."
"Oh, that's not the case." Lin Nai looked up at him: "I just think it's interesting."
Truman showed a playful expression: "Really?"
Lin Nai: "How about making a bet?"
Truman: "Okay, I like betting the most. What to bet on?"
Lin Nai looked at him with a half-smile: "Before the end of this round, if you let me catch your true body, you will lose."
Truman looked at him deeply and asked with interest: "What's the bet?"
"If you lose." Lin Nai said leisurely: "I want you, the new ace seed of Confucian Academy, to come over and be my little brother."
"?" Truman was stunned, his mouth slightly opened, and he didn't speak for a while.
Then he burst into laughter: "Ha... interesting, what if you lose?"
Lin Nai shrugged: "I lost, it's up to you."
Truman smiled and said: "Well, if you lose, I also want you, the apostle, to be my little brother."
Lin Nai smiled: "Okay."
...
In the Tianyan Room backstage, Tang Hongshan, Lin Yuxi and others all looked stunned.
"Let me go, is Lin Nai crazy!?"
Aguang couldn't help but said: "Why would you make such a bet with someone? What if you lose? Is it possible that he, an apostle of the White Death with a serial number of 0, really wants to be manipulated by others and become his little brother??"
Dingzi and Anan also looked at each other, wondering what Lin Nai's plan was.
Lao Zhang scratched the stubble on his chin and said, "Uh... I think Lin Nai... won't do anything he's not sure about, right?"
Anan asked: "But this Confucian boy's skills are so weird, and he can only release clones to contact Lin Nai. How can Lin Nai find out his true body?"
Lao Zhang: "Is this..."
Lin Yuxi thought for a long time, then shook Ye Ye'er's arm next to her and said, "Wan'er, can you see what the power called Truman is about?"
"I..." Ye Ye'er looked at the Sky Eye screen and tilted his head: "I can probably tell."
...
The Sky Eye Room next door.
"Hmph! This guy named Lin Nai is the apostle of the White Death, right? He's so arrogant! He actually wants this year's ace disciple of our Confucian Academy to be his younger brother!?"
Dean Yan: (╬￣ Pan￣)! !
The heads of several other schools sat next to Confucian Dean Yan and persuaded him with a smile: "Forget it, Dean Yan."
"Young people are very competitive and have nothing to worry about."
"That's right, that's right."
"Besides, you don't think your son will lose this bet, do you?"
Obviously, the leaders of other schools have an attitude of just watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously.
In fact, they also want to see which one is stronger compared to this year's ace newcomer of the Confucian Academy and the apostle of the White Death?
Dean Yan was so angry that his white beard was a little messy. He straightened his beard before snorting and said: "Of course it's impossible! I know the strength of my disciple best. How dare this kid Lin Nai say such arrogant words? He just waits to pay the price! He will definitely lose this bet!"