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Chapter 742
Curtain Call and Return
"Because you are just a fake."
Chen Ling looked down at him calmly.
"In the beginning, you were born from the fusion of the 'Audience's' power to intervene with reality and the [Mockery] Calamity... Later, after being continuously polished by the Audience Expectation Value, you finally formed a complete 'Mockery' concept.
But when you were truly born, it was precisely the moment I underwent the Rank 3 God-Descending and integrated you completely into my body... Before you even had time to take shape, you were suppressed by the Theater rules. Everything about you was absorbed by me, until you became my divine authority.
You never truly 'lived', you are just a trace of my shadow.
In this Theater, no Audience wants to watch a fake's performance... Without Audience Expectation Value, on this Stage, you are nothing."
"You shut up!!"
Perhaps it was the word "fake" that deeply stimulated "Chen Ling". He violently pushed Chen Ling away with an angry roar, and jumped up from the ground like a mad beast, fiercely pouncing at Chen Ling!
Chen Ling agilely tilted his head, easily dodging "Chen Ling"'s attack. Before the latter could regain his footing, a heavy straight punch smashed mercilessly into his jaw again!
Crack—!
A crisp sound of bones breaking came, and "Chen Ling"'s body fell heavily backwards.
A large chunk of his already deformed face collapsed again. As the original skin completely fell off, revealing that hideous and fuzzy black shadow face beneath, everyone realized... he was originally a monster to begin with.
"I am not a fake..."
"Chen Ling" climbed up from the ground intermittently, staring at Chen Ling fixedly, "We... share everything... memories, body... Even the appearance of this shadow, we are exactly the same!"
"Chen Ling" staggered forward, pointing at Chen Ling whose body was similarly pitch-black and without facial features, and laughed miserably:
"Look... look at yourself!
You fell off the Stage! Like me, you're just a monster without a face!! As long as I kill you... kill you... I'll be the real Chen Ling!!"
"Chen Ling" charged up again like a lunatic, his fists wildly swinging at Chen Ling, carrying desperate madness and determination! But in front of the absolute gap in combat strength, everything he did was futile.
Facing "Chen Ling"'s desperate counterattack, Chen Ling's gaze remained incredibly calm from beginning to end.
He precisely dodged each of "Chen Ling"'s attacks, while his own iron fists accurately struck the other party's vitals again and again. Every punch was accompanied by the shattering of the black shadow and the splattering of fresh blood. Under the spotlight, it was like a bloody dance.
"Is this all you've got?"
Chen Ling knocked him back several steps with a punch, watching "Chen Ling" who could barely stand properly, and said indifferently:
"Then, it's time for this farce to end."
Chen Ling strode forward. "Chen Ling" let out a desperate roar and raised his fist, fiercely throwing it at Chen Ling's face! But at the moment "Chen Ling" swung his fist, Chen Ling's body suddenly sank, avoiding this fatal blow!
Immediately after, an incredibly forceful uppercut swept upwards from below like a storm, heavily striking "Chen Ling"'s chin!
Bang——!!
As the dull impact sounded, "Chen Ling"'s body actually flew backwards into the air under this punch, and then heavily crashed onto the ground. The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was completely stained with black fresh blood, looking exceptionally glaring under the spotlight!
"Chen Ling"'s body twitched twice, completely losing all strength to fight back. He collapsed heavily on the old wooden floorboards, his breath weak to the extreme, only those scarlet eyes still staring fixedly at the ceiling, full of unwillingness.
Chen Ling walked in front of him step by step, crouching down and looking down at this shadow that had exactly the same appearance as him...
Perhaps feeling the aura of death approaching, "Chen Ling"'s lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, but all that surged out of his mouth was pitch-black fresh blood.
Chen Ling's palm slightly gathered force.
As long as he punched down again, the other party would undoubtedly die.
Right at this moment, the originally calm eyes of the shadow flickered imperceptibly... Chen Ling moved his hand away from his face and unhurriedly untied the belt from "Chen Ling"'s waist.
Facing this "Chen Ling" whose face was completely blurred by the beating, Chen Ling simply stripped off the opponent's Great Crimson Theatrical Robe and casually threw it aside.
It must be said that this Theatrical Robe was really a divine artifact. Being beaten like this, its surface wasn't damaged in the slightest, not even a bit of blood was stained on it. However, "Chen Ling", having lost the Theatrical Robe, immediately returned to his purest shadow state.
Chen Ling stepped heavily onto "Chen Ling"'s chest with one foot. Enduring the latter's resentful and desperate gaze, he lifted the other foot, aiming precisely at his head.
A touch of apricot red flashed from the depths of Chen Ling's dark eyes...
He said one last sentence calmly:
"Thank you for putting on the show."
Bang——!!
With a stomp of his foot, "Chen Ling"'s shadow head completely shattered! His body instantly dissolved into endless tiny Red Papers, drifting randomly On Stage...
With the death of the other party, these Red Papers representing the [Mockery] Calamity's original source swirled around Chen Ling's body, like a brilliant snowstorm. As these tiny Red Papers poured back into his body, a layer of delicate skin gradually covered Chen Ling's pitch-black body, and his five senses reconstructed along with his facial features...
The aura belonging to the Thespian and the [Mockery] Calamity perfectly converged in this body.
After a brief dizzy spell, Chen Ling completely regained control over his body.
He slowly raised his hands. In front of him were no longer pitch-black shadows, but distinct joints, fair skin... and the surging terrifying power within.
Everything belonging to him had finally returned.
Chen Ling turned his head, his dark eyes looking towards the audience seats under the stage.
A deathly silence hung in the air.
Pairs of scarlet eyes in the darkness stared fixedly at the solitary figure on the Stage. A kind of fanaticism named Expectation Value was surging violently! The invisible power of rules rapidly rose from the Stage!
[Audience Expectation Value +5]
[Audience Expectation Value +5]
[Audience Expectation Value +5]
[Current Expectation Value: 39%]
...
Forbidden Sea.
An earth-shattering roar was sweeping from afar along with furious sea water!
Under the sky-covering giant tsunami, the pitch-black "human" figure stood at the sea level like an ant, waiting for destruction to descend.
Right at this moment, the aura on the "human" figure changed.
The faint wisp of purple intent at the depths of its eyes slowly faded, and the surging Path of the Witch God's Aura completely dissipated, as if an old god who had briefly descended had quietly left...
Following this, what came covering the heavens and earth was a crimson light, along with an inexplicable strange aura!
Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
The moment he saw the giant wave covering the sun before him, Chen Ling froze... Without any hesitation, he picked up the Great Red Paper Umbrella dropped on the ground beside him, turned around, and crazily ran into the distance!
"Fuck! Running into a tsunami the moment I wake up??"