Four Split Personalities

Motan walks very slowly, but whether it’s the black haze circulating in his eyes or the war halberd he’s dragging on the ground, constantly making a screeching friction sound with the practice field, both exude a suffocating pressure.

Before this, whether getting comboed perfectly by his seemingly supernatural sword techniques or dominated by that Plain Snow Spear during battle, so much so that it was difficult to fight back, Anthony Dubs had never experienced pressure as immense as now.

The figure looming ahead, slowly approaching, doesn’t seem human; rather, it’s like a battle intent forcibly molded into human form, recklessly emitting a fierce aura every second.

[Evil Skin Technique]!

Dubs swallowed hard and without hesitation released a defensive skill to slightly boost his resistance, coating his and Anthony’s copper-colored skin with a layer of protection that was a gruesome green, covered in circulating magic patterns, and within the next second laid down two [Shadow Shields] in succession before him, holding his breath in concentration.

Anthony too took a deep breath, actively using the Berserker professional system’s specialty skill [Blood Qi Awakening], gaining a slight attack power boost and tripling the speed of automatic health recovery, attempting to heighten his battle continuation capacity, in full readiness.

And so, four pairs of wary eyes kept a close watch on Motan, adhering to the principle of staying unchanged amid changes, and watched him step by step move forward, raising high the war halberd in his hand that seemed ferociously menacing, like a beast waiting to devour its prey!

In the blink of an eye, at the next moment—

Clang!

The war halberd fell to the ground.

Indeed! You didn’t see wrong, and I didn’t write wrong! The [Dawn Demon Polearm] in Motan’s hand really fell to the ground with a clang!

Anthony Dubs: (O_O)

Jadka: (O_O)

Ya Ya: (O_O)

Motan let out a long sigh and then: (๑´ㅂ`๑)

About a minute of air condensation passed.

Until finally coming to his senses, Dubs broke the silence with twitching lips, glancing sideways at Motan: "What’s... going on here?"

"No strength left."

Motan ’plopped’ down on the ground, gripping the war halberd still exuding a savage aura, transformed it into the longsword, and smiled bitterly: "I didn’t expect that a full 40% of physical strength value could vanish just like that."

"Mor, are you alright?!"

Ya Ya, who had been observing quietly until now, immediately sprinted over upon seeing Motan slumped, gently supporting his shaky body, asking concernedly: "Are you okay?!"

Motan was initially stunned and then shook his head slightly: "Nothing, just a bit powerless, a short rest will suffice to recover."

"Woof!"

Feeling relieved, the girl then sat kneeling behind Motan without hesitation, pressing the exhausted fellow against her soft, pure white thighs, earnestly poking his nose: "Rest! Mo Wang, lie down and rest well!"

"Uh... oof!"

Trying to struggle a bit, to indicate that knee pillows don’t increase physical value recovery speed, Motan just began to raise his head when the girl’s seemingly fragile yet incredibly firm hands pushed him back down, forcing him to stay put!

"Woof-rest!"

Ya Ya bared her teeth and stressed again.

Jadka, who came strolling over originally intending to say something, shut his mouth wisely upon seeing the girl’s stance, lightly stroked his beard, revealing a smile filled with mixed emotions.

"No, Ya Ya, listen to me."

Having benefitted multiple times from a certain Grand Astrologist’s knee pillow, while offering ample shoulder, arm, and chest pillows, Motan tried to block the girl’s faint fragrance while speaking seriously: "I’m merely tired from fighting, need only sit and catch my breath for recovery, no need to lie on you, plus Ya Ya, you’re a girl, girls shouldn’t casually allow others to pillow on them, be good, let me get up... oof!"

While speaking and attempting to rise, he was pushed back down by the girl again.

"Mo Wang isn’t ’others’."

Ya Ya bared her teeth at Motan, whose face bore five shallow red finger marks, snorted with her nose: "Mo Wang should obediently follow Woof’s orders!"

"..."

Sighing deeply within, Motan abandoned the idea of reasoning further with Ya Ya, casting a hopeless glance toward Jadka and Dubs, hoping they’d persuade the dog girl who seemingly ignored the concept of ’separation between males and females’ or at least with Motan being completely exempt from it.

Proving Motan’s ’hopeless’ outlook absolutely correct, Jadka understood entirely Motan’s intentions but being an elderly wise in spirit, preferred to remain silent, akin to a grandfather indulgent with his granddaughter’s antics, pretended not to see.

As for Dubs, under usual circumstances he’d likely say a few words to help Motan, suggest educating Ya Ya about not being overly liberal, but currently his mind was occupied with ’why did Mo collapse,’ without immediately grasping the latter’s intended message, hence...

"Mor, why did you collapse?"

Dubs blinked twice, subconsciously treating Ya Ya’s knee pillow as background, stared directly at Motan, who was deep in water and fire.

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