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Clang—
The low resounding note surprised the two of them as they immediately retreated. The sleeves fluttered like a butterfly landing on a flower under that warm moonlight.
Meng Fuyao made use of that action and drew a long black line in the air. She bent over and did a 360 flip in the sky, towards Epsilon beside her. She flung her black hair, blocking Epilson's vision and in that split second, directed her Destiny Rebellion towards him, right into his eyes.
But Epsilon's astonishingly flexible body bent over and avoided around the Destiny Rebellion. In that split second, Epsilon's head almost touched his shoes. With a flash, he used the tip of his foot and grabbed Meng Fuyao's blade and tossed her towards Zhangsun Wuji's Ruyi.
Meng Fuyao was unable to stop herself in mid-air and might as well pounce into Zhangsun Wuji's embrace. Zhangsun Wuji grabbed her with one hand and turned around. The two twirled in the air and slowly landed.
After being with each other for such a long time, both of them had a clear grasp on each other's martial arts; thus, having such chemistry.
The two gently landed on the ground, and Meng Fuyao quickly glanced at Zhangsun Wuji's Ruyi, afraid that she had ruined his weapon. Thankfully, they were all elites that had good control over their inner energy. Zhangsun Wuji looked up and smiled at her, signaling her that everything was alright.
Meng Fuyao snorted and turned to glare at that darn pervert that enjoyed watching companions kill each other. This person must have been lied and cheated by his own companions countless of times to be this warped.
”Have you thought of how to die?” She lifted her Destiny Rebellion and gazed at him disquieting.
”Have you thought of how to die?” That person raised his brow and shot a baleful glance in her direction with his green almond eyes.
”I bet you have no self in your existence thus far, living your life as another's shadow, as a puppet.” Meng Fuyao laughed. ”Having such a spineless person in the top ten is utter disgrace and tragedy.”
”I bet you have no self in your existence thus far, living your life as another's shadow, as a puppet.”That person laughed too as a wisp of smoke swayed under the moonlight.
Meng Fuyao's heart pounded against her chest. Her brows furrowed in anger as she spat, ”Can't you say something that isn't my words?!”
That person ignored and reflected back her every move—even the tone was an exact replica. ”Can't you say something that isn't my words?!”
Meng Fuyao's heart began to hurt once more as if stabbed by something. Her blood began to boil as though she was about to level up. Beside her, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly yelled, ”Fuyao!”
Meng Fuyao snapped out of her trance upon hearing Zhangsun Wuji's voice. ”Don't talk to him lest he copies you!” Zhangsun Wuji warned.
That moment, the realization that this was one of Epsilon's tricks hit her. This ever-changing person had the ability to steal the soul. Even during conversations, it was possible for one to fall into that person's trap.
Opposite her, Epsilon remained smiling. This time round, Zhangsun Wuji's words were being echoed. ”Don't talk to him lest he copies you!”
”Be careful.” Meng Fuyao noticed that Epsilon's target was switched and reminded Zhangsun Wuji with concern.
”This person is trying to control you, don't fall into his trap.” Zhangsun Wuji smiled and continued talking, undeterred by Epsilon.
”This person is trying to control you, don't fall into his trap.”
Meng Fuyao glared at Epsilon and watched Zhangsun Wuji that didn't seem to notice he was being learned. Her heart thumped. Wuji had fallen into his trap!
”Fuyao, step back for now. And don't speak anymore.” Zhangsun Wuji enjoined her worriedly as he went pale.
”Fuyao, step back for now. And don't speak anymore,” Epsilon replied with a smile.
Meng Fuyao panicked. Wuji had come to her rescue and fallen into Epsilon's trap!
'What should I do? Call his name? Attract Epsilon's attention onto myself? It seems as though he could only control one person at a time.' Meng Fuyao's anxious thoughts flooded her mind.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, Zhangsun Wuji looked away and slowly recited, ”How does it feel, to witness my loved one marry another?”
”How does it feel…” Epsilon suddenly froze.
”To see her donned in a crown and dressed in red, spending the wedding night with another. How does it feel?”
”To see her donned in a crown and dressed in red…” Epsilon opened his mouth as his face turned green.
”I am useless.” Zhangsun Wuji ignored Epsilon and sighed to the moon. ”As one of the top ten martial artists that has the world at my beck and call, I am not even able to get an ounce of concern from my beloved one.”
”I am… You!” It was apparent that Epsilon was struggling as the color of his face turned from green to white.
Meng Fuyao noticed his expressions and realized that Epsilon's ”mimicking” was a form of control over the consciousness. But when it came to conscious control, it was a must for the controlling party to have absolute advantage and confidence. Otherwise, the controlling party would easily suffer the backlash. Zhangsun Wuji initially pretended to be under his control and forced him to direct all his inner energy towards controlling Wuji. And then, Wuji suddenly hit the nail on its head, targeting Epsilon's most painful memories, causing distress to Epsilon and attempted to dominate the pace. Epsilon was now being pulled along by Zhangsun Wuji, stuck between a rock and a hard place. He did not want to follow, yet he could not opt-out. If he continued to follow, he would end up suffering the backlash.
If not for fear of distracting Zhangsun Wuji, Meng Fuyao would have burst out into laughter.
'Epsilon, ah, Epsilon, your martial arts may be higher than the two of us, but you have forgotten that you are in the face of the slyest fox in the entire Five Regions Continent. Belittling him is equivalent to belittling your own life!' she thought triumphantly.
Meng Fuyao was too elated and could not help but squat in a corner, hugging her stomach, and she guffawed quietly. As she laughed, she slowly took out Destiny Rebellion and quietly made her way behind Epsilon.
”Even if I begged, a shattered mirror cannot be repaired,” Zhangsun Wuji gazed at the moon and said it with a sorrowful tone. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.