170 Elegy Memorial (1/2)
In the final laboratory, swords brandished. The sounds of notes exploding came constantly. A thin nine-foot-long blade shot out of the Professor's sleeve and fell on the ground. Like a snake dancing, it weaved layers of dreamy coldness. The notes engraved on the blade lit up continuously, dazzling one’s eyes and confusing them. If one became lost in it, one might shatter into pieces from one moment of absent mindedness.
”By the way, don’t you think that I’ve improved a lot?” Compared to the pathetic escape last time, Ye Qingxuan dodged more easily this time.
With the reading and interpretation of perception threads and the modified ”steel skeleton,” he dealt with the blades and notes easily while trying to distract the Professor by endlessly spouting nonsense.
”Sorry. It seems that I spoil your plan every time we meet. But everything is gonna be okay, isn’t it? Look at me. You played me, but I’m not angry at all. I even saved you just now. Since we’re old friends, can’t we just take a seat and have a talk?”
”Old friend?” The Professor scoffed. ”Your friendship gives me insomnia...”
”It’s okay. You friendless and eternally lonely people are always like this, I understand.” A cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan’s eyes. ”When I strip you and hang you later, we’ll be best friends forever.” With the swords intertwined, he took a sudden step forward and pounced onto the gorgeous cold light, as if embracing death.
The Professor's robe fluttered slightly, and the blade bounced like a snake. Dancing, it wrapped around Ye Qingxuan, layer by layer. It would then be tightened in a second and he would be torn to shreds.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his arms. The plain black armor on it glowed with burning red light.
Boom! The 'Sigh' had finally cooled down and unleashed a frantic quake once again! In a blink of an eye, it was as if a balloon had exploded. The bloody air suddenly swelled, forming strong wind pressure, and blowing in all directions.
The tornado swept by, flicking away the tightened blade. Ye Qingxuan's fingers tightened instantly, two fingers clamping on the drifting blade of the sword with perfect timing.
Shakes rushed into the nine-foot blade like a tide, causing it tremble crazily and crack bit by bit. This dangerous weapon, which required extreme skill to manipulate, was practically out of control under the high pressure from the Sighing Sword.
Under the hood, the Professor’s pupils dilated and he stepped back. A gloating light flickered in the youth's.
In the next moment, the black river, which gathered countless feelings of resentment and hatred from the mutants, expanded under Ye Qingxuan’s control. It was accompanied by a plaintive melody, suddenly winding toward the Professor. He had been waiting for this pause for a long time.
For a moment, the Professor froze. Ye Qingxuan let out a sigh of relief, but suddenly, a bout of dizziness attacked him. A memory surged from the depths of his brain uncontrollably. There was the snow, the burning huts and flames that evaporated his tears.
”Little Yezi, don't be afraid,” someone whispered in his ear. ”Don't be afraid...”
Ye Qingxuan's body stiffened, his vision darkened, and the feeling in his limbs and body was being sapped quickly. He finally understood that the blade and notes were just a cover-up. The Professor’s true weapon was the melody produced when the blade vibrated! He had hid the music in the piercing scream!
But this stiffness was particularly familiar. Memories of guilt flashed constantly in his brain. He could hardly breathe, as if he was going to drown in the black river. Visual distortion, olfactory interference, body sensory deprivation, auditory control... This was...this was...this was Black Friday?!
It suddenly dawned on him. He gaped at the Professor before him. They were drowning in the black river they called forth for each other. Then, it was the same action again. They reversed the melody, undid the intervals and control, dispelled the effects. In the end, they got out of the abnormal state of mind at the same time.
Coincidentally, they attempted to attack first to occupy the upper hand at the same time, but were both forced back. They stared at each other with vigilance.