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Their battle did not last long; it ended shortly after the third box of eyes was sold out.
"Poof!"
Blood splattered as Little Tiger coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face paling considerably.
"I lost," Little Tiger said calmly.
Ye Mingshang also regained his composure and smiled slightly. "You've made great progress; you're not any worse than Uncle Hu."
Little Tiger did not feel happy from his consolation. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he replied, "But I'm still not as good as you. You went easy on me, didn't you?"
Seeing that he could not hide it from the other, Ye Mingshang shrugged nonchalantly.
Little Tiger looked at him with determination, remaining silent, but his eyes conveyed his intent: "I will challenge you again."
As Little Tiger left, the victor needed no further announcement; it was undoubtedly Ye Mingshang.
While everyone was discussing this battle, expressing either regret or astonishment, little did they know that on the other side of the Earth...
This was a coastal city. Due to the time difference, it was still afternoon in China, but here it was nearing midnight.
A young man sat quietly on the stone steps by the sea, gazing ahead, unsure whether he was looking at the ocean or contemplating life.
He had ear-length black hair and was quite handsome, with a face that appeared chiseled and stern.
He had a high nose and thin lips.
However, what impressed people the most were his eyes.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and his eyes seemed to convey a subtle sense of melancholy and sadness.
The gaze was very sorrowful and wistful, making one unable to help but wonder what he had been through.
The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and heavy rain was pouring down, soaking the young man's white shirt completely.
The downpour did not pull him out of his deep thoughts.
He continued to gaze into the distance with that same melancholic expression.
After a long while...
It was only when a loud thunderclap echoed through the sky that he was jolted back to reality.
He stood up, looked into the distance, glanced at the sky, and watched as lightning split the darkness, accompanied by the rumble of thunder.
Shaking his head, he walked away.
Not far from the seaside, by the roadside, a youthful and stylish girl was standing there in shock, staring at an empty space in front of her.
There was nothing there, but her expression was filled with terror as she covered her mouth.
She couldn't help but step back, as if something terrifying was closing in on her.
She wanted to call for help, but at this time, in this weather, in this place, who would be around?
She dared not speak too loudly for fear of provoking whatever it was; she only moved slowly, holding her breath and reassuring herself that it would go away.
However, her hopes were clearly dashed.
In her eyes, it was a man or perhaps a woman with a green face and sharp fangs, looking extremely eerie and terrifying.
In this appearance, it was indeed hard to distinguish gender.
His/her expression was ferocious and frightening, tilting its head, drooling, and slowly approaching step by step.
He/She was not just wasting time; rather, it seemed to be for the purpose of instilling fear in her, making it easier to strike, or perhaps it was some sort of twisted pleasure.
Suddenly, perhaps sensing the right moment, this Evil Spirit quickened its pace, intending to rush forward.
At that moment, a young man strolled into the scene.
In this dire situation, the girl saw someone and immediately took him as her support, stepping behind him and clutching his already soaked white shirt, fearfully looking ahead.
With the sudden appearance of a living person, the Evil Spirit also paused its attack, turning around to grin menacingly and targeting the young man in the same manner.
However, the young man did not feel even a hint of fear because of this Evil Spirit.
"Get lost!"
That was the young man's attitude.
As for the Evil Spirit, it seemed to be provoked; perhaps it thought the other party was merely pretending to be calm and became even more frenzied in its attempts to instill fear.
Facing this Evil Spirit, the young man did not retreat but advanced instead.
Gently brushing away the small hand that clutched his collar, the young man slowly walked forward under the astonished gaze of the girl.
The Evil Spirit was also taken aback, and immediately became more ferocious.
In the young man's eyes, there was still an air of indifference, as if he had something on his mind.
At that moment, he slowly raised his right hand and placed his Index Finger against his lips.
He bit down.
Bright red blood flowed out, yet the young man didn't even furrow his brow.
With his fingers poised like a sword, he slowly walked forward.
The Evil Spirit sensed something was off, abandoned its attempt to intimidate him, and lunged forward with a ghostly wail.
"Stubborn and unyielding," the young man said lightly.
Then, with his fingers poised like a sword, he swiftly pierced the Evil Spirit's forehead like lightning.
The Evil Spirit had no choice but to halt, turning to look at the young man with a face full of terror.
"Surprised, aren't you? Even as a ghost, it can still hurt."
"And when it hurts, it feels even worse than death..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Evil Spirit's face twisted in agony, letting out a piercing scream.
The scream was so chilling that the girl couldn't help but cover her ears; even the streetlight above flickered and shattered.
The Evil Spirit was left in a state of utter panic.
After doing all of this, the young man suddenly changed his expression and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Poof!"
The girl was startled and prepared to come over to check on his condition.
The young man, however, looked up at the sky.
There, it seemed that a gaze was locking onto him.
Suddenly, the young man smiled—a strange smile, somewhat desolate—that halted the girl's steps.
"Is it your retribution again?"
He murmured as he gazed at the sky.
After looking for a long time, the young man took a step away.
The girl wanted to go over to express her concern, to ask about his injuries, and to thank him for saving her life.
However, her feet strangely wouldn't move.
Watching the slightly melancholic figure in the rain, her heart inexplicably ached.
Just when she was entangled by the Evil Spirit, feeling fear and already sensing despair,
this person appeared. Without hesitation, she regarded him as her support and reliance.
When he ignored the Evil Spirit and forcefully defeated it.
In her heart, he had already become the prince charming who saved her from the hands of villains in her time of need.
Love is truly a mysterious thing.
It was clearly their first meeting, but due to the different circumstances and various reasons, he had already walked into her heart.
Until she could no longer see the young man's figure, the girl hurriedly chased after him.
However, she found nothing.
The pool of blood he had vomited earlier had been washed away by the rain.
But the rain could not wash away the figure in the girl's heart.
No one knew what the young man thought as he left for the last time.
"Fate, you truly do not allow me any respite."
Because I am someone who can threaten your existence... (To be continued.)
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