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Chapter 238 Revenge, Black Lightning (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

On Lijing Square, everyone stared blankly at the video being played on the screen.

All was silent, deathly still in every direction. Even the giant LED screens embedded at the top of the skyscrapers were playing the same video:

—It was in the hallway of an apartment building when a bolt of deep blue lightning suddenly shattered a window, turning the man in the video into a pool of blood. The boy trapped under the rubble screamed in agony.

"That was... something I made?"

Lan Hu raised his head and stared blankly at the image on the screen.

In the scene, blood flows down the ground, slowly spreading across the boy's cheek. The boy reaches out from beneath the rubble, screaming hysterically, "Dad—!"

Gazing at this scene, Lan Hu's pupils contracted, as if he had just woken from a dream. At this moment, he finally remembered that it was the great earthquake that had occurred in Lijing two years ago.

At the time, he was confronting the superhuman criminal "Dim." When he was almost cornered, he made a desperate counterattack, striking the other man through the chest with a bolt of lightning and destroying a residential building.

But at that time, he had no idea that inside that collapsed apartment building...

There were actually other people present.

“Yes.” Mu Long stared at Lan Hu and said in a low voice, “It was you who did it.”

"But...why hasn't anyone told me this before?"

Blue Arc stared motionlessly at the despairing boy on the screen and asked in a low voice.

"Because those who want to tell you are being silenced, and no one wants their hero to be tarnished."

"how is this possible?"

"Stop playing dumb. Aren't you curious about who those two people in the video are?"

Mulong asked slowly.

In the dead silence, Blue Arc slowly lowered his head, closed his eyelids, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"……who is it?"

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

Mu Long looked directly at him and said, slowly and deliberately, "The person on the screen... is me."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire audience erupted in uproar. A series of gasps and murmurs, like a tsunami, engulfed the two people on the stage from the crowd within a radius of several hundred meters.

Amidst the deafening murmurs, Mu Long remained expressionless, his gaze fixed intently on Lan Hu. At this moment, he was utterly satisfied. The truth, buried for so many years, had finally surfaced, and the mastermind from back then was standing on the stage, facing everyone's questions, like someone stripped naked and swimming naked in a frigid sea.

Blue Arc kept his head down and remained silent.

He didn't seem surprised by the answer; he simply opened his eyes, remained silent, and slowly took a step back.

But he didn't know where he could retreat to. Ahead of him was a surging avenger, while behind him came a chorus of doubts as loud as a tsunami or a landslide.

Soon... his figure will be swallowed up.

After a long silence, Lan Hu slowly raised his head and looked at Mu Long's face through his glasses.

"Then... who is the other person?" he asked slowly, as if deceiving himself.

“My father,” Mu Long said decisively.

Upon hearing the reply, Lan Hu froze on the spot.

"Your...father?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

“Yes,” Mu Long said slowly, “He’s just someone who doesn’t have superhuman strength like you, someone who loves his child like any ordinary father…”

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words slowly and deliberately: "So he died, just like an ant, easily crushed by you!"

"impossible……"

Blue Arc shook his head, took two steps back, and staggered like a broken toy.

"impossible?"

“Yes, impossible…” Blue Arc muttered hoarsely as he backed away, “I wouldn’t do such a thing, otherwise how would I be any different from the person who killed my mother?” He almost roared, “Tell me, then how am I any different from the person who killed my mother?!”

Mutaki remained silent.

After a moment, he spoke: "You know what? Those bastards from the Outcasts Association covered my mouth and claimed that it was a hallucination I had after the accident. They said... my father was actually crushed to death by the rubble."

Blue Arc was taken aback, his eyes flickering beneath his helmet.

He slowly raised his head and met Mu Long's gaze in disbelief.

Mu Long lowered his face and continued, "He even... wants me to cooperate fully with the psychologist for treatment and get out of the traumatic hallucinations."

At this point, he suddenly laughed, no longer suppressing the anger in his voice:

"At that time, I felt like a worm. Yes... everyone was reminding me that I was just an insignificant worm that could only be manipulated by others, and that I could be crushed by this dirty world at any time. But what about you? Even if you do something wrong, there will be people who will surround you and treat you like a hero."

As he spoke, Mu Long suddenly drew his sword from its sheath and walked step by step toward Blue Arc.

With each hoarse growl, his footsteps left a spiderweb-like crack in the ground.

"But those beasts never imagined that I would later find the video from back then! And one day... I will stand here openly and honestly and reveal the truth to the public!"

The crowd below the stage remained as dense as puddles after a rainstorm. After hearing Mu Long's words, they stared in astonishment at Lan Hu's back.

Everyone was waiting for Blue Arc's rebuttal and explanation, but they had never seen such a disheveled figure before.

Even though Blue Arc had been wounded in battle before, he would still stand confidently and calmly in front of the camera because he was the people's hope and their loyal support. He couldn't let anyone see him fall.

But at this moment, Lan Hu resembled a stray dog. He hunched over and retreated in fear.

He slowly raised his head in the sunlight and looked at the tall, gray figure on the stage.

At that moment, it was as if he had seen a sun he couldn't look directly at, and he couldn't help but look away. Blue Arc slowly lowered his head, staring blankly at the yellowish floor.

Mu Long lowered his voice and said as he walked, "Back then, I asked you for help. In my heart, I saw you as a hero, just like any other teenager."

He finished speaking almost word by word, grinding his teeth and sucking blood: "But that's how you repaid me... You killed my father!"

Blue Arc staggered backward like a kite with a broken string, head bowed, lost in thought.

Did I kill an innocent person?
For so many years, I risked my life and made so much effort to find my mother who was accidentally killed by Hongyi, but I did the same thing as my enemy?

I cruelly tore his father to pieces in front of a child.

Gu Qiye suddenly remembered five years ago, when his mother died in front of him and he could do nothing but helplessly open his eyes and watch his mother being crushed by the pillar of light that fell from the sky.

Makutaki...

He's just like me.

He must also be thinking that his family was broken up because of such a strange jerk.

But I see that strange man on TV every day, and everyone calls him a hero. He must have felt very wronged these past two years, which is why he went to such lengths to get close to me, wanting to take revenge on me...

What have I done... what have I protected, and what have I been striving for all these years?
"Mom...can you tell me?"

Blue Arc murmured softly, unable to hold on any longer. He lowered his head and knelt helplessly on the stage.

Mutaki looked down at him indifferently.

After a moment, Blue Arc broke the silence, speaking wearily, "So that's how it is. So... you've come to seek revenge on me?"

"That's right, exposing your crimes is only the first step. I want to ruin your reputation..."

After a pause, Mu Long continued without changing his expression, "Then, I'll kill you."

Through the LED screens of the high-rise buildings, Mu Long's hoarse voice spread and resounded throughout the entire square.

"Blue Arc killed someone? He killed the person on the screen?"

"But Blue Arc himself admitted it, otherwise why would he be kneeling on the ground?"

"The association's officials even helped him cover up the murder? That's too cruel. Telling a child whose father was murdered that it was a hallucination, what were those people thinking?"

"That must be fake! I don't believe Blue Arc would do such a thing. He saved me... He saved me. If it weren't for him, my brother and I would be dead."

The voices coming from all directions engulfed Lan Hu's figure like a tidal wave. He lowered his head and knelt on the ground, motionless.

After a long, long silence, Lan Hu gave a self-deprecating smile, chuckled hoarsely, and then spoke:

"I'm sorry, from beginning to end... I didn't know anything. You must have felt very wronged all these years. I understand how you feel."

Mu Long stood there, stunned.

"You say you understand how I feel?" He lowered his head, roaring in astonishment, "You understand how I feel?! You also watched your own father die in front of you?!"

"I……"

Blue Arc remained silent.

"Stand up... I didn't come here to listen to your hypocritical words, nor did I come to avenge a defeated dog who surrendered before the battle even began!"

Mu Long spoke slowly and deliberately, raising his longsword and pointing the tip at Lan Hu's head, "The person I want to avenge is that arrogant, self-righteous hero..."

But Lan Hu remained kneeling motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything. His head drooped, his arms hung at his sides, and his eyes stared blankly at the ground.

It's like a prisoner awaiting execution.

"Hurry, get them away!" Urged by the mayor, the guards had already driven all the onlookers and media guests away. They all understood how intense the battle between the two near-catastrophic forces would be.

Mu Long's face twitched slightly, and he narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Lan Hu.

"If you don't stand up... then die."

A moment later, Mutaki finally unleashed his supernatural abilities.

A bottomless black curtain spread out from him, like a sudden nightfall, instantly enveloping an area of ​​a hundred meters in radius.

The neon lights were completely swallowed up.

It was a bottomless dark curtain that relentlessly swallowed up all the buildings on all sides.

Everything within a hundred meters vanished into nothingness. Blue Arc's senses were completely taken over by this darkness. It seemed as if he were the only one left in the darkness.

Like a black-and-white silent film, he knelt alone on the stage, utterly alone, without spotlights, without lines, nothing at all, feeling nothing. The whole world was slowly growing colder, bit by bit, as if he were falling into the deep sea…

Suddenly, a giant, jet-black eagle descended from the sky.

With a whistling sound, the snow-white sword blade, which had converged into a bird's beak, slashed down and pierced Blue Arc's back without any resistance.

His five senses remained locked down at this moment. Only in the half-second that Mutaki drew infinitely close could he hear a faint sound in the darkness.

But it was too late. The sword pierced his spine, churning inside him and creating a gaping wound. Blue Arc gripped the blade that had pierced his abdomen, holding on with all his might, as if trying to tear his own glove with the edge.

But at that moment, Mulong suddenly kicked him in the back, pulling the sword out of his body. At the same time, he disappeared into the boundless darkness once again.

With a "whoosh," a torrent of blood gushed out from the wound inside Blue Arc's body, but was quickly swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

Blue Arc curled up on the ground, raising his hand to cover the gash in his abdomen, his wish fulfilled... Blood stained his hands red.

He had given up thinking; his body was like a puppet on strings, moving almost entirely on instinct, which he had cultivated over the years.

Instinct told him that he had no chance of winning in Mulong's territory. So he instinctively got up, instinctively bent his knees slightly, his whole body was enveloped in a deep blue electric light, and he started running in a fixed direction.

Like a bolt of deep blue lightning darting through the dark tunnel, it leaped dozens of meters in an instant. However, before it could even reach the edge of the barrier, a deafening eagle's cry once again echoed from the dark dome!

Blue Arc whirled around, using the momentum of his arm to raise his fist, crackling with blue electricity, and slammed it upwards to meet the blade. The blade rippled outwards in the gale, and the leaping arcs of electricity, like roaring pythons, spread upwards along the blade.

A mournful cry of being burned by lightning echoed through the air. Mu Long's hands were covered in numbness, and his body flew backward. But Lan Hu's body was also thrown into the interior of the barrier.

He raised his head in the darkness.

After that, no matter which direction Blue Arc ran in, the giant eagle that dwelled in the depths of darkness was always like a maggot clinging to his bones, always following him like a shadow. In the pitch-black darkness, deep blue sparks lit up again and again, and each time they lit up, they were accompanied by a hoarse eagle cry and the trembling of a longsword.

Mulong always manages to swoop down from the sky just before he leaves, knocking him back into the barrier.

Just as he reached the edge of the barrier once again, the giant black eagle no longer descended from the sky, but instead attacked from a different direction. Mu Long rushed out from behind Blue Arc, raised his hand, and drew his sword, its forked tongue slicing through the air like a snake's tongue.

In an instant, the sharp longsword pierced through Blue Arc's thigh.

Blood spurted from inside his thigh. Lan Hu knelt on the ground, twisting his right arm violently to grab the sword blade that had pierced his right leg, while his other hand slightly curled its five fingers.

A violent arc of electricity extended from his fingertips, converging into a bouncing ball of electricity in his palm.

He gripped the longsword that had pierced his thigh tightly, preventing Mu Long from breaking free, while simultaneously stretching his palm backward.

Enveloped in a surge of lightning, a devastating sphere swept out.

Amidst the onslaught of lightning, Mu Long was startled, then frowned. He wanted to discard the longsword in his hand, but it was too late; he could only raise his arm to protect himself.

But the next second, just as the lightning was about to touch the curtain, the lightning suddenly went out... That's right, the leaping lightning burst like a bubble.

In the darkness, Mu Long stood frozen in place, his face gradually darkening to its deepest point. He was burning with rage, his anger completely ignited, because he realized that just now... his enemy had actually shown him mercy.

Show mercy?

Was he pitied by his own enemy?
It was like punching cotton; the face beneath the knight's helmet twitched, and Mu Long finally couldn't help but let out a long-suppressed roar from his throat:
"Blue Arc, what are you doing? Resist me, or what's the point of my revenge?!"

As he spoke, he once again drew Mu Xue's longsword from Lan Hu's body.

Blue Arc didn't even let out a scream. He just spat out a mouthful of blood, then knelt in the pool of blood like a puppet, his head hanging low and his eyes lifeless.

With a pair of enormous wings formed from his fluttering gray cloak, Mulong soared high toward the top of the dark curtain. At that moment, he seemed to transform into a black sun, about to fall and burn everything in the world.

His furious roars echoed continuously from the darkness.

It was as if thousands of people were striking the ground with the hilts of their swords in unison, just like the cold and solemn courtroom of ancient times.

But Gu Qiye couldn't hear it.

I don't want to hear it either.

He suddenly felt as if his blood was cold, as if a heavy snow had covered him. He could clearly feel blood flowing through his body, yet he couldn't feel a single ounce of warmth.

"Is it really okay to die like this...?"

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

I killed someone else's father, yet I want to avenge my mother? How selfish... But if I don't deserve revenge, then what have I been doing all these years?
What's the point of all that I've given?
But if I die, what will happen to Xiaomai, Wenyu, and Dad?

My dad finally came back after several years. Yes, maybe he also wants to let go of what happened with my mom and start over with us, but I still haven't forgiven him.

My sister is the same. If I just persuade her properly, she will stay at home, right?
If I give up on revenge, I can definitely persuade her to give up too, and then our family can live peacefully...

I'm already so happy to have them by my side, so why am I still so fixated on my mother's death? Why... why don't I know how to cherish what I have?

If I survive, I'll go back and reconcile with my father, apologize to him, and then explain to my sister that I won't seek revenge...

I will never seek revenge again.

My mother must also want to see the four of us together happily... But I killed an innocent person, do I really have the right to live?

If it were me, standing in front of the person who killed my mother, could I forgive him?
If he begs for forgiveness, will I forgive him?

No... I will not forgive him.

Therefore, I do not deserve to be forgiven by the person in front of me.

Because I know better than anyone how much pain he has suffered and how long he has endured these past two years... His once happy family has fallen apart, and his family members are now like strangers.

I've finally made it to this day when he can kill me, how can I be worthy of his forgiveness?

I made a mistake. I made a mistake. I really made a mistake.

but……

I don't want to die yet.

I still want to see Xiaomai, Wenyu, and my dad. I haven't reconciled with him yet, and I still have so many things to do... I just don't want to die. Is that really selfish?

I really tried my best, but why did I get everything wrong?

Why are they all wrong?

I really……

Really...

Beneath the mask, Gu Qiye's lips moved slightly.

"I just really..."

He knelt in the pool of blood, murmuring softly.

"I really don't want to die..."

Suddenly, a loud eagle's cry came from the darkness, and in that instant, Mu Long seemed to transform into a giant eagle and descend from the sky. The long sword in his hand was an indestructible beak.

He roared as he fell, the blade aimed directly at Blue Arc's head.

"I just want..."

Alive.

Gu Qiye raised his head, roaring silently. In that instant, a viscous darkness seeped from the depths of his bones, transforming into a sudden flash of lightning. It was a lightning bolt unlike any he had ever seen before—a black lightning bolt! Far deeper and more ferocious than the darkness of Mulong!

In an instant, black arcs of electricity, like thousands of venomous snakes, tore through his blood vessels, spreading outward from his body and forming a huge magnetic field.

His roar sounded as if mixed with thunder.

The moment he came into contact with the magnetic field, the dark curtain created by Mu Long shattered, as if the covering layer on a lottery ticket had been peeled off, and all the scenery rushed into his pupils like a surging train, completely intact.

Immediately afterwards, the square, the ten tall buildings near the square, the glass curtain walls and billboards on the surface of the buildings, everything was split apart by crisscrossing black electric light!
It was as if a divine calamity had been unleashed, and all things were being judged equally.

The next moment, the inky lightning shattered the black eagle that had descended from the sky. The blade trembled for a moment, then crumbled in an instant.

A gust of wind swept in, and a shattered blade pierced Mu Long's right eye. His entire eye socket was pierced, leaving only an empty hole from which blood gushed.

Before he could even scream, a bolt of lightning tore open Mutaki's right arm.

At that moment, the flesh and blood of his entire arm were torn apart, and then, amidst the layers of torn blood and flesh, the stark white bone was revealed. Finally, even the bone was uprooted and devoured by lightning.

The gray cloak transformed into wings that flapped upwards with all their might, and amidst the mournful cry of the eagle, his body was uncontrollably thrown backwards.

A medieval knight's helmet suddenly shattered, and flying shards sliced ​​through his forehead.

Warm blood flowed down, blurring Mu Long's vision.

"Dad...I'm sorry."

He stared blankly at the birds flying overhead in the gloomy sky, and slowly closed his eyelids.

After a long, long silence, Gu Qiye looked up in a daze.

Black lightning tore through the concrete and steel bars, and high-rise buildings on all sides collapsed simultaneously, as if playing a joyful melody. The glass on the curtain wall shattered layer by layer, pouring down like a torrential rain.

He took off his shattered helmet, slowly raised his head, and gasped for breath as his bangs obscured his eyes.

Looking down, jet-black lightning bolts danced continuously from his fingertips, like ink, and his pupils were filled with inky arcs of electricity.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, so he turned his head sharply to look at Mutaki, who was embedded in the ruins and was already half paralyzed.

At this moment, a black arc of electricity still lingered on the surface of Mulong's body, flickering on and off.

After a long, long period of blank staring, Gu Qiye tried to make a sound, but he couldn't. He just knelt on the ground, slowly raised his head, and looked drowsily at the sun hanging high in the sky.

At that moment, sunlight pierced through the shattered glass curtain wall and the crisscrossing ruins, shining onto his face.

But even after a long, long time had passed, and he had fallen into a coma, the black lightning in his eyes had not faded even as his eyelids closed.

"elder brother--!"

Finally, he seemed to hear a hurried shout. Su Zimai burst out from behind the movie screen and ran towards him.

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