My Ability Is Role-playing

Chapter 587 - 581: Sword Master and Profound Immortal

In the crowd, the Arcane successor Tatake’s eyes narrowed, following the Sword Master’s gaze, yet found that the area was empty, with no sign of any life having ever existed.

"Didn’t feel anything, is anyone really there?"

Having just lost face and had his limbs crippled, Tatake now began to doubt life itself.

He felt a bit confused, even starting to worry whether his understanding was flawed.

"Caught you," these four words clearly referred to someone or some being, right?

If his understanding hadn’t failed, could it be that he was really this weak? Even with the location pointed out, focusing attention, using all sorts of detection and enhancement methods, he still couldn’t find anything unusual...

Tatake subconsciously looked at his nearby "shipmate" Guo Feilin: "Feilin, did you sense anything?"

As a successor of the Immortal Dao, Guo Feilin needed to spend a lot of time in secluded cultivation. Unlike the other boarders, his combat power wasn’t very high at the current stage, but in terms of support, he was undeniably strong, excelling in Innate Numerology, Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Talisman-making, and Array formation, filling in the gaps for the other boarders.

In terms of perception ability, Guo Feilin was also among the top tier on the Grey Ship.

"It seems there’s someone, yet it seems there’s not..."

Guo Feilin’s expression turned dull, his demeanor bewildered, he spoke absent-mindedly: "I’m not really sure..."

Before he could finish speaking, a mass of pitch-black mist, thick as ink, emerged and diffused at the spot the Sword Master was staring at, gradually condensing into a human shape.

The tide of darkness surged continuously, with terrifying energy swirling upon it.

Within the human-shaped vortex, wisps of black mist occasionally emanated, seemingly the world’s most lethal poison, yet irresistibly tempting for one to capture and refine, regarding it as a Heavenly and Earthly Treasure that defies fate.

"..."

Tatake’s pupils slightly expanded, his body shivering uncontrollably, every hair standing on end.

From this indescribable mass, he felt an unmistakable malice!

That malice almost materialized into substance, even observing from afar sent chills down his spine, giving him instant goosebumps.

The other six "boarders" beside him, aside from Orlov, who was temporarily acting as captain and barely maintaining his composure, all shivered uncontrollably, looking no better than Tatake.

Yet, their performance was far superior to most people present.

All the journalists and most of the academic society elites at the scene seemed crushed by an invisible heavy gravity, their limbs turned limp, sprawling on the ground, while others stood blankly in place, as if fainting while maintaining a standing posture.

Only a few with strong enough bodies and spirits, or possessing special abilities, could barely support themselves amidst this field of malice.

"Too... too strong!"

Tatake’s voice almost broke into a sob, his spiritual will almost collapsing: "The gap is too wide!"

Originally, he thought that on Earth, the only person who could directly crush him with combat power was Ye Fengqing, the fourth generation overlord of Cangming Star’s Lord of the Red Lotus, even Zhao Guanlan, the third generation Profound Immortal, might not be his match.

After all...

In the river of time, talents emerge, each reigning supreme for hundreds of years.

With different time flows between Cangming and Earth, eras change and the world develops. When Ye Fengqing crushed them, the seven "boarders", the manifestation of just the tip of the iceberg was evidently far surpassing the strength Zhao Guanlan showed on Earth!

Now, Tatake finally realized he was wrong, and quite ludicrously so.

Besides that overwhelmingly powerful Lord of the Red Lotus, the Prophet Ma Ran, the Sword Master Lin Qiubai, and this mysterious man wrapped in malevolent thoughts all possessed the capability to crush him effortlessly!

Having truly understood the world’s reality, Tatake now knew what a clown he had been!

He once thought himself Earth’s Civilization’s trump card, turning the tide at the decisive moment...

He once believed he was the destiny’s protagonist, filled with superiority...

He had once been full of pride, considering himself the pinnacle representative of Earth’s extraordinary combat power...

Now, Tatake snapped back, realizing that his past life was all just a black mark!

What right did he have to look down from above at those warriors fighting on the frontline to protect Earth Civilization?

At least they contributed something, while he did nothing!

Tatake acknowledged he was wrong.

Yet at this moment, his mind and spirit, entwined by that dark malice, teetered on the brink of collapse.

Just as Tatake was about to break down on the spot, a large hand rested on his shoulder.

It was Orlov, the temporary captain among the boarders.

"Recognize your position, arrogance and inferiority are both unbecoming."

"If you feel you’ve failed before, strive to make amends instead of wallowing in self-pity!"

"If you feel lost, strive to learn from the Prophet, follow in his footsteps, and try bit by bit."

"..."

Orlov wanted to say more, but opened his mouth only to find himself unsure of how to continue, he could only sigh, patting Tatake’s shoulder again: "No matter what, we are all Earthlings, standing on the same line."

"Let us encourage each other!"

As soon as the words fell, a thunderous buzzing sound echoed from within the black human-shaped vortex.

Boom!

Boom!

Purple-golden thunder ignited in the great hall, the thunder rolling without end.

The overpowering scent of blood and ionized oxygen from the pitch-black vortex spread around.

The shadow finally faded, revealing its original form.

With an athlete-like height, a fitted pink suit, slicked-back hair shining with oil, a face no less handsome than Sword Master Lin Qiubai...

Who else could it be but Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan?

It wasn’t until this moment that the malice, almost turning tangible, slightly retracted.

The people, whose limbs were originally limp and sprawled on the ground, gradually returned to normal, though still not daring to make a sound.

In front of Su Qiangwei, people dared to joke and comment because she never put on airs, always behaving like a playful girl every time Grass Hut Academy held a press conference.

In front of Ma Ran, people dared to argue heatedly because Ma Ran was gentle and kind, forgiving and broad-minded, making him feel approachable and friendly.

In front of Lin Qiubai, people dared to make a sound because the Sword Master was aloof, disdainful to care for commoners.

But...

In front of Zhao Guanlan, no one dared to speak freely, let alone take liberties.

None of the media personnel dared to speak, they even subconsciously held their breaths, wishing to hold their hearts in their hands to stop them from beating, lest a sound betrays them and draws Zhao’s attention.

However, considering the previous situation, it seemed that the Sword Master was looking for the Profound Immortal?

It was unclear what the relationship between the two was.

Was it reconciliation?

Or would they start fighting on the spot, shattering the heavens, eclipsing the sun and moon, reversing the universe?

Unfortunately, Zhao Guanlan always wore a wicked smile, while Lin Qiubai remained extremely aloof, expressionless, revealing no extra emotion.

On the Earth Super Forum, there were just too many stories about these two.

Almost every fan fiction involving the Sword Master and the Profound Immortal begins with a line: "This story is based on the tale told by the Yin Yang Master Ogata Shitou, with a bit of reasonable artistic processing."

No one knows how much truth or falsehood lies in those stories.