I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Qi Ye quickly replied.

"Master, I'm hungry. Let's go back and eat noodles."

Jingliu looked at him, as if to confirm whether the person in front of him was real, and even reached out to touch his face.

“Alive.” Qi Ye grinned. “Look, it still has body temperature, it’s still warm.”

Jingliu withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Practice swordsmanship," she said.

"what?"

"Draw your sword and continue."

Qi Ye breathed a sigh of relief; her master had recovered.

But even after he recovered, he still hadn't given up on teaching him swordsmanship.

He carried the broken lamppost, keeping his distance from Jing Liu, his eyes darting around.

We need to think of a solution.

If this keeps going, he'll be sliced ​​into potato chips right there in the square.

"system."

He couldn't help but ask himself.

【exist】

"I'm confident that I've reached my peak."

After Uncle Yang bought it, he became unstoppable, like a force of nature.

Why didn't I feel anything when the light cone was attached to my body?

I really want to be confident! I'm confident every day! Why haven't I gotten any stronger?

[Host, that's just your own assumption.]

"What do you mean I'm arrogant? I can look in the mirror and be impressed by my own handsomeness. What else is that if not confidence?"

This is called a lack of self-awareness.

Qiye: "..."

Whether someone is confident or not is not reflected in being stubborn, nor in blindly appreciating physical appearance.

The "confidence is the peak" light cone only works on genuine confidence.

True confidence comes from daily hard work and solid achievements.

Host, you have neither.

Qi Ye wanted to refute, but when she opened her mouth, she realized that what the system said seemed to be true as well.

"Then why does Uncle Yang work so well with just a touch? He studies black holes every day, but I've never seen him eat black holes."

Walter Yang, former leader of Anti-Entropy, has experienced numerous world-class battles and has a clear understanding of his own strength.

Moreover, the side effects of the light cone are even more severe: "stepping on the right foot with the left foot, spiraling upwards."

[Host, what was your first reaction?]

Qiye thought back for a moment.

My first thought was... could I run?

Therefore, it had no effect.

"If I sell this light cone to myself, wouldn't it be the same as scrap metal?"

This stuff has to be linked to side effects, isn't that just ripping people off?

The system is not responding.

Qi Ye had no choice but to find a solution on her own.

"Master."

He suddenly spoke.

"explain."

"Want to make a bet with me?"

Jingliu gave him a strange once-over.

"What are you gambling?"

"I bet I can beat you."

Qi Ye straightened his back, hoisted the lamppost onto his shoulder, and struck a confident pose.

Jingliu looked at him and said calmly, "If you can defeat me with your swordsmanship, I will let you do as you please."

"If you lose, you are at my mercy."

Qi Ye cursed inwardly; this wasn't the condition he wanted to hear, but the die was cast.

He took a deep breath and nodded emphatically:

"Agreed! The bet is settled!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Shine my shoes!"

Jingliu was taken aback at first, then narrowed his eyes, and the chill that he had just suppressed rose up again.

"You've really gotten to know things."

She raised her hand, and the ice sword reformed in her palm, now longer than before.

"Let me shine your shoes?"

"Alright, today I'll teach you a lesson so you'll know what it means to respect your teacher."

"Master, wait! Let me explain! I wasn't talking about you!"

As Qi Ye retreated, she frantically waved her hands, her heart already filled with prayer.

"Give me a shoe polisher... trigger it for me... please, don't let me down at this time!"

If you don't act now, this day next year will be my death anniversary, the day after that will be my resurrection anniversary, and the year after that...

The system didn't make him wait too long.

[System notification: A bet initiated by the host has been detected. The [Shine My Shoes] light cone is activated.]

[The wager: Defeat the target "Mirror Style" with swordsmanship.]

[Current host's swordsmanship level: Superior]

[Win rate calculation in progress...]

[Calculation complete. Host's probability of winning: 0.0000%.]

[Judgment: If you play seriously, you'll never win in your lifetime.]

[Special mechanism activated by the light cone: Invocation of the gods.]

[Randomly matching hosts...]

[Target Match: IF Line - Annihilation of the Great Lord Mirror Style.]

[Establishing a consciousness connection...]

Connection successful.

Chapter 202 I am also your master

Just as Jingliu was about to unleash his power, he suddenly noticed that under the moonlight, Qiye's entire aura had undergone a drastic change.

The boy who had been chased all over the square by her earlier now seemed to have just woken up from a long slumber.

At the same time, starting from the roots of his hair, it spreads rapidly like thick ink falling into clear water.

In the blink of an eye, his once black hair turned a striking silver-white.

His eyes also underwent a transformation.

His jet-black pupils seemed to be soaked in blood, turning into a deep, dark red.

Jing Liu stared at him, his ice sword held horizontally in front of him, but his hand unconsciously tightened a little.

"What...what's wrong with you?"

Qi Ye didn't answer. Instead, she looked down at her hands, then looked up at the moon in the sky, and muttered to herself:

"I never imagined I would return to this time. Fate is truly unpredictable."

The voice was still Qi Ye's voice, but the tone and rhythm were different.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the joking and carefree apprentice that Jingliu remembers.

A chill emanated from his palm, condensing into an ice sword.

Jingliu was shocked to discover that the shape of the sword was exactly the same as her own ice sword.

"you……"

Qi Ye, or rather, the being that occupies Qi Ye's body.

Looking at Jing Liu in front of him, a hint of mockery or nostalgia appeared in his dark red eyes.

"So this is what I looked like when I was young."

"Truly arrogant."

She took a step forward.

This step seemed ordinary, but the moonlight in the square seemed to sway with her.

Jingliu felt unprecedented pressure, his whole body tensed up:

"who are you?"

"who am I?"

The silver-haired, red-eyed "Qiye" smiled.

"You can think of me as... someone who took the wrong path."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already arrived.

The ice sword slashed down.

Jingliu raised his sword to block.

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, and a burst of cold air exploded from the point of impact.

Jingliu was forced back by the sword strike, leaving a trail of white marks on the bluestone slab.

"Is that all you've got?"

The silver-haired version of "Qiye" reflects Jingliu's face in her red eyes.

"Your prized sword is only good enough to block this one hit?"

"Shut up."

Jingliu gritted his teeth, flipped his wrist to deflect her sword, and then unleashed three sword strikes in return.

The three swords moved with lightning speed, their shadows overlapping, aiming straight for the face, throat, and heart.

But the person on the other side simply moved aside.

Not a single step was retreated.

The three swords grazed past the hem of her clothes, without even cutting a single hair.

"Too ordinary."