If there was an opponent that Colt didn't want to see the most in Auschwitz, then this guy, without exception, would definitely be among the top few.
Even surpassing the originally planned strong enemy "Gavin".
Without it, this kind of musician who only emphasizes the destructive power of music and is good at destroying a wide area is too threatening.
"Oh? It's Colt."
Samuel recognized him and his eyes lit up: "Stop talking nonsense, do you still want to fight?"
Colt snorted coldly and didn't want to pay attention to him. Instead, he stopped other musicians:
"He is the only inheritor of the 'Gate of Annihilation' in this generation. He is a battlefield musician among battlefield musicians—the one he is best at is mass destruction-type music. If he really puts his hand to it, maybe someone here can win. But he can definitely pull it off. He was buried with half of Auschwitz, not to mention... "
Colt didn't say the second half of the sentence, he just whistled and showed a tacit look:
What's more, my teacher is still watching from heaven!
Aren't you afraid of being put in the wrong shoes during this trial
Soon, after Samuel passed, someone staggered over again in the rainy night.
The young man's clothes were ragged, his body was bruised and his hair was disheveled. He looked like a beggar. Along the way, rain and mud poured into his shoes, and he was panting.
It's really hard to imagine what he went through to get here after going through fierce competition.
"He's a lucky guy, right?" In the sky, several scepter judges glanced at him and said lightly: "It's no use coming here, and it's no good if you can't get in."
Among them, there was an old man with a phantom figure who slowly frowned and said nothing.
As the man approached, a faint light illuminated his bruised face, making the old man in the sky stunned: "Simon?"
"Simon?"
In front of the door, there was also a representative of the illusion school. Rebecca frowned. She still recognized this embarrassed young man, but she couldn't imagine how he had fallen into such a state. She could hardly recognize this powerful man who had always been competing with her. Enemy.
"Bah, what Simon?"
The young man spat disdainfully:
"Haven't you been looking for me for a long time? I can't change my name, or my surname... Yes, I am Ye Qingxuan! If you have anything, come to me!"
Click! Click! Click! Click...
A series of tiny sounds were the sound of the mandible being dislocated and the jaw falling to the ground.
Everyone stared blankly at this proud-looking guy, wondering what was going on: My friend, do you think you can pass yourself off as an Oriental just because you dyed your hair with low-quality hair dye
The master of Angelou is still in heaven. Is it really okay for you to speak so casually
"Ye Qingxuan?"
In the sky, Mr. Hu was also stunned and looked blankly at the master beside him: "He has changed so much. How did he become like this? Is he lost in love?"
The mysterious man who appeared in Maxwell's office also coughed violently, with a complicated and tangled expression. After a long time, he struggled to suppress a smile and turned his head: "Sorry, I don't know him..."
On the ground, "Ye Qingxuan" was staring intently at the people in front of the door.
"you!"
He raised his voice and asked solemnly: "Who knows Lao Fei?"
Lao Fei
The musicians looked at each other, not knowing who "Old Fei" was, and their eyes became serious: Is there any mysterious powerful musician hiding in Auschwitz
After hesitating for a long time, someone asked cautiously:
"Who is Lao Fei?"
"Hey, are you scared?"
A sneer appeared on "Ye Qingxuan's" face, and then he opened his eyes wide and shouted solemnly: "-Old Fei is my father! Are you afraid? If you are afraid, get out of here! Be careful, my father will slap you to death... "
silence.
Dead silence.
In the crowd, Rebecca quietly took two steps back, lowered her head, and felt humiliated from the bottom of her heart: She actually regarded this lunatic as a strong competitor
In the air, the illusive old man finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a gloomy voice sounded:
"That's enough! Simon! Stop messing around."
"Ye Qingxuan" raised his head and saw the old man. His eyes suddenly became confused. He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed violently. After a long time, he suddenly realized:
"Are you Lao Fei?"
He opened his arms in ecstasy: "Dad! I finally found..."
Bang!
An invisible big hand emerged from the rain, grabbed Simon, tightened it suddenly, and disappeared with a "pop", and Simon also disappeared without a trace. Only the old man in the sky was left shaking with anger, gritting his teeth and roaring:
"—a disgraceful thing!"
After a long silence, the musicians on the ground also remained silent, completely unable to understand what this hellish situation was going on.
"Simon, does he have any genetic disease?" someone asked.
"If my guess is correct..." Arianna, who came from the school of mental imagery, said dryly: "He may have been brainwashed."
"By whom? Is it someone from your school of psychology?"
"Do not make jokes."
Arianna looked coldly at the speaker: "Do you think brainwashing is as simple as erasing the words on a white paper? Memory shielding, personality reset, self-perception correction... just hints that need to be implanted. 'There are hundreds of them. The teachers involved are not even mentioned if they are not equally proficient in this technique and have exquisite operations that are far beyond ordinary people. Especially when the opponent is a musician like Simon, the exquisite operations involved are slightly If you're not careful, you'll boil the person's head into a ball of paste. In comparison, killing him is actually easier!"
"What if you do it? Is it so difficult for you?" The man asked, obviously not well-intentioned. He asked this in front of everyone, and his heart was tormented.
"snort."
Arianna smiled, her smile was indescribably charming, with a hint of magic: "What do you think?"
The man's heart swayed for a while, and he quickly looked away, feeling deeply regretful as to why he had provoked the lunatics of the Xinxiang School. Arianna was smiling as if nothing had happened.
But he obviously remembered that guy. If you have the chance, make him look good.
"That's enough, stop making trouble."
Colt Flagg's voice was hoarse, cutting off the signs of internal fighting: "There are still ten minutes left. If you have any disputes, you might as well wait until the early morning to decide."
He withdrew his gaze, calmed his mind, and concentrated on sensing the "beacons" he had set up around him, and exploring the ether fluctuations.
But in the silence, he heard other people's voices: "Hey, Colt, someone is here again."
He was stunned for a moment and raised his eyes.
He saw flames.
In the distance, at the end of the road, there was rain burning like fire.
In the flames of the rain, a young man came stepping on the fire.
His steps were shaky, and he didn't pay attention to the crowd in the distance. He seemed to be immersed in his own world, humming vague and distant songs in his throat. In the singing, the rain fell on him, and then Rising like a flame. With both feet on the ground, the mud ripples like water.
That's pure ether changing, changing properties, but it's so invisible.
It transformed into wind, condensed into rain, gathered into fire, and formed earth.
It's like an illusion.
Colt frowned dissatisfied and looked behind him.
"There have been enough hells today!" He said coldly, "Rebecca, stop joking and cancel the 'fulcrum' quickly."
Under everyone's gaze, Rebecca was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to understand something, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"No, it's not me..."
She waved her hands in panic: "That's not my fulcrum at all."
There was dead silence in the crowd, and everyone's eyes suddenly became serious.
Because there is singing.
The boy's hoarse singing voice echoed in the rain and spread in all directions. It seems to be some kind of slang tune, but it's not very clear. It's just indescribably sweet and distant.
As if coming from the mountains far away, the singing echoed in the sky.
In the singing, the nature of all things also changes.
in the darkness.
Young man, come on fire.
…
There was silence in the sky.
"It's the language of the East."
Someone looked at Mr. Hu and said, "Is this a student from your Imperial College? I've never heard of such a piece of music..."
"No, it's just an oriental folk tune. It's not a movement, and it has no effect."
Mr. Hu smiled bitterly, "Besides, there are no Tianzhu people in our Imperial College. If I guessed correctly, it's probably another young man I've met, right?"
"Who is that?" The masters looked at each other in confusion. There was no such young man in their own school: "Is it a rising star of some monastic school or monastic order?"
"Finally here..."
And right at the end, the mysterious man washing his nose smiled happily and murmured softly:
"You really made me wait, kid."
…
In the long silence, only the sound of singing spread.
In the faint singing, all the musicians stared at the young man who came singing happily and stepping on the fire. Watching him step on the mud but move forward without any hindrance. Wherever he passed, the flames of rain were burning in the remaining footprints.
The rain fell on his body, soaking him thoroughly. He looked embarrassed and down-and-out, but he didn't feel self-conscious at all, instead he smiled happily.
Facing so many hostile musicians, I still felt relaxed and like I was on a spring outing.
The rain fell on him, falling on the stacked swords, and then slid down the hilts and blades, making those seemingly ordinary swords mysterious.
As he sang softly, the air became heavy, pressing on people's hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
"who?"
Someone in the crowd looked at him and frowned: "A knife seller?"
In the flowing flames and burning rain, the young man took off his cumbersome turban, revealing his trademark white hair. The white hair shone in the fire, hurting people's eyes.
"My dear, Ye Qingxuan..."
The young man stared at those faces with a hearty smile:
"—Come here to sell swords."