Ninth class citizen

Chapter 319: Any Last Words?

Nan Rong's mind was racing with thoughts, and she asked:
"This notebook was left by His Majesty Tiansheng? Did he record his experiences participating in the trials in it?"

Vilan laughed, and calmly put away the notebook in his hand.

“Arong, don’t forget, we are competitors now.” He said, “I have already revealed a lot of information, now it’s Arong’s turn to tell the truth about how you became a trial participant.”

Nan Rong blinked: "If I told you that I once passed a grueling three-year trial, and that you were just a self-proclaimed trial participant, and no one would acknowledge that—would you believe me?"

Vilan's eye twitched suddenly, and a cold glint flashed in his handsome, indifferent eyes.

"Impossible!" He appeared in front of Nan Rong, looking down at her from above:
"I have waited a full thousand years for this day! In order to meet their standards, I left my privileged family at a young age and underwent the most arduous ascetic training in exile! It can be said that the abilities and status I have now are certainly due to that notebook, but I rely more on my talent and hard work!"

"But what about you?" A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes: "Born of lowly birth, mediocre talent, and lazy. Why were you chosen to be a trial participant alongside me? And why do you think that a few words from you can throw me into disarray and make me give up my trial qualification?"

“But the trial is really over.” Nan Rong looked at his reddened eyes and chose to tell the truth: “And from beginning to end, you were just indulging in self-pity.”

"Hehehehe." Vilan took another step forward, less than twenty centimeters away from Nan Rong, a hint of madness in his eyes: "You can't fool me."

“I was overthinking things before and didn’t take action myself. But now, I’ve figured it out.”

He raised his right hand toward Nan Rong: "As long as you're gone, everything will go back to normal."

"Yes, I can prove it: I am stronger than you and more suitable to join them."

"But do you know who they are?" Nan Rong straightened her back and asked with her head held high, "Do you know what that trial was all about?"

The look of madness on Vilan's face intensified.

"I'll find out," he murmured to himself. "They'll contact me the moment you completely disappear."

As he spoke, he flipped his palm down and covered Nan Rong's forehead.

“Time,” Vilan whispered.

Endless fluctuations of time-based energy engulfed Nan Rong like a tidal wave.

With a sense of relief, Vilan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing and waiting.

One second, two seconds, three seconds. Nan Rong remained unmoved, not only her appearance and body, but even a single strand of hair remained unchanged.

Vilan frowned, and with a light wave of his hand, the most powerful ninth-tier attack skills of the three mysterious elements followed one after another:

"exile."

"Absolute stagnation".

"A tragic song of fate."

"Split the Sky with Ten Thousand Blades."

These incredibly powerful ninth-tier attack skills, capable of shattering planets and collapsing galaxies, were like stones sinking into the sea before Nan Rong, not even causing a ripple.

Vilan was shocked and staggered backward.

"How is this possible?" His eyes were filled with confusion and disappointment, mixed with a hint of disbelief and fear.

"How could there be no reaction? This shouldn't be happening, it's impossible!"

Nan Rong, who had absorbed the attack power of multiple third-level ninth-tier attacks, was in excellent spirits.

She even had a feeling that the second half of "The Origin of the Universe," which had previously puzzled her, suddenly seemed to offer a lot of inspiration. Those gilded words were swirling in her mind, as if she were just a hair's breadth away from finding that final breakthrough.

She blinked, licked her lips with lingering satisfaction, and walked forward step by step: "Why did you stop? Continue!"

She pressed forward relentlessly, while Vilan retreated step by step.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked in a trembling voice. "Why were you able to block my attack?"

"Didn't you investigate my background?" Nan Rong looked innocent. "I'm just an ordinary girl with mediocre talent. I was just lucky just now. Why don't you try again? I promise I won't fight back."

"What kind of schemes and plots are you plotting!" Veins bulged on the side of Vilan's neck, and a hint of ferocity appeared beneath his handsome face.

"What bad intentions could a fledgling bird possibly have?" Nan Rong sighed, gazing into the other's eyes, his dark pupils gradually shimmering with starlight.

"But you, if you continue to let me develop, you will truly never have another chance. So you must spare no effort to get rid of me, right?"

Vilan's pupils dilated slightly, and it took more than ten breaths for them to clear.

During this time, he unleashed another series of ninth-tier extraordinary skills.

"You, you are so despicable, using a ninth-level hypnosis technique on me!" Vilan said angrily after regaining consciousness and sensing the weakness in his body.

Each ninth-tier extraordinary skill consumes a large amount of source energy. Even with his foundation of a thousand years of cultivation, he still cannot withstand such consumption.

At this moment, Vilan's source energy core was nearly exhausted, and he was no longer able to use any ninth-tier skills.

Nan Rong, however, felt incredibly refreshed. Rows of gilded characters danced and swirled in her mind, then disappeared one by one.

At the same time, countless subtle and unspeakable insights arose spontaneously.

That was an understanding of the transformation of the most primordial and minute free particles that make up everything in the universe; it was a brand new world that transcended the shackles of all existing skill systems.

It turns out, everything really was that simple.

It turns out that there shouldn't have been any different power systems at all.

It turns out that there is no need for layers of energy conversion, which is putting the cart before the horse.

Simply follow your heart, and all things will naturally return to oneness.

Nan Rong's eyes became incredibly clear, her feet unconsciously lifted off the ground, her clothes billowed slightly, and her black hair flew wildly.

“Vilan.” Nan Rong’s expression was calm and composed, his tone light, yet his voice was deafening: “Over the years, you have led those egalitarian fighters, under the banner of freedom, to kill countless people—have you ever realized your mistakes or regretted them?”

“Wrong?” Vilan laughed bitterly, “My mistake was that I underestimated you from the beginning and didn’t take care of you myself, allowing you to grow stronger.”

"Besides me? Have you ever felt any remorse for those innocent people who were deceived or even slaughtered?"

"They're nothing but ants, they'll all die sooner or later—why feel guilty?" Vilan said indifferently.

"You don't need to pretend. From the day you became a trial participant, you have already separated yourself from those lowly people. So what right do you have to criticize me?"

“It’s different.” Nan Rong sighed. “I will never treat people like you do, as if they were ants, objects to be looked down upon and toyed with.”

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand: "Do you have any last words you'd like to say?"

"Confess?" Vilan bit his lip, letting blood spill from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resolute determination: "Do you think it's all over now?"