nucmednet Chapter 396 That was a cry to break free from the shackles of fate!
Chapter 396 That was a cry to break free from the shackles of fate!
The square was deathly silent.
The only sounds were the rustling of the wind through the gravel and the convulsions of several mage players foaming at the mouth on the ground.
There was also an unusually loud and clear clapping sound.
Xuande stood there, stunned, his large fingers still clutching two wads of cotton covered in earwax.
He glanced at his berserker subordinates rolling on the ground, then at Chen You, whose face was solemn. The absurdity was written all over his huge bull face.
"Are you crazy?" Xuande grumbled. "My sister sang like this, and you're actually clapping? Are you deaf?"
Xiangxiang was also stunned, her cat ears standing straight up, her azure eyes filled with disbelief.
Although she was confident, the sight of everyone collapsing to the ground after that scream made her feel a little guilty.
Chen You ignored Xuande's question.
His mind was racing.
The system determined that the sound just now was a sonic attack of the mental attribute.
If this girl were to go dungeon crawling, she'd be a monster-clearing god, but when it comes to singing, that's pure cross-species murder.
If you shake your head and say no, reject Xiangxiang on the spot.
Given the obsession this cat-eared loli just displayed, she would definitely break down on the spot.
If she breaks down, this muscle-bound, sister-obsessed minotaur will definitely go berserk.
If a real fight breaks out, Chen You is not afraid.
but……
Should the seal on the contract still be affixed?
Things are only going to get more and more complicated.
Chen You is here today to conduct business, not to massacre the city.
"Lord Xuande." Chen You lowered his hand and calmly stared at the three-meter-tall minotaur.
"You don't understand what true art is, let alone what true power is."
"I don't understand?" Xuande laughed angrily. "I chopped wood when I was three and killed wolves when I was five. Which brick in this Sanjing City wasn't smashed down with my fists? You're talking to me about strength?"
"That's called brute force," Chen You said, his voice turning cold.
He took a step forward and pointed to Xiangxiang, who was standing at the edge of the deep pit.
"Look into Xiangxiang's eyes, what's that?"
Xuande subconsciously looked down.
Xiangxiang was looking up, her eyes red-rimmed, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, looking like she was about to cry at any moment.
"That's a grievance!" Xuande felt sorry for him.
"Wrong!" Chen You suddenly raised his voice, "That's hope!"
Xuande was taken aback by the shout.
"That was a cry to break free from the shackles of fate! A protest against traditional, worldly prejudices!"
Chen You stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, his tone carrying a sense of melancholy and compassion.
"You berserkers have been lifting weights, cutting people, and shedding blood for generations."
"You all think this is fate. But Xiangxiang is different; she has a soul that refuses to be mediocre."
Chen You lowered his head, his gaze fixed intently on Xuande.
"You want her to lift weights, lift weights for ten years, what can she do? Kill a bull with one punch?"
Xuande puffed out his chest and said proudly, "My sister is exceptionally talented; she can kill two beasts in five years!"
"So what?" Chen You sneered, pointing to the ground of the square.
There were seven or eight players lying there, along with a dozen or so NPC berserkers.
A priest player had just healed himself and gotten up when he heard Chen You speak. Startled, he quickly lay back down and covered himself with a leaf.
"Open your bull's eyes and take a good look!" Chen You's voice echoed throughout the venue.
"That attack lasted for thirty seconds and covered a radius of fifty meters."
"Ignoring physical defenses, it directly inflicts true mental damage! Even your most elite berserkers can't withstand it!"
Chen You walked over to a mage player who was foaming at the mouth and nudged him with his toe.
The mage player twitched, then continued to play dead.
"You let Xiangxiang lift weights, can she take down three full squads with one shout?" Chen You turned around and confronted Xuande.
"She doesn't need to get close to the enemy, wield heavy weapons, or even expend physical energy."
"As long as she stands there and opens her mouth, she's a turret of indiscriminate AOE magic!"
Xuande opened his mouth wide, his bull-like eyes wide open.
The berserker's thought process is very simple: high damage = strong = good.
He looked in the direction Chen You was pointing, and the "corpses" scattered all over the ground were the best battle report.
"This...this is magic?" Xuande scratched the horns on his head, his tone hesitant. "But she doesn't show any magical fluctuations."
"That's her talent!" Chen You interrupted him decisively. "A sonic mage! A soul singer! You think she's just singing?"
"No, she's unleashing a long-lost ancient combat technique!"
The entire place was so quiet you couldn't hear a pin drop.
The players who were pretending to be dead were spamming the team chat.
"Holy crap, is Yuusha's talk-no-jutsu maxed out?"
"I almost believed it! A soul singer? That's called a soul harvester, okay?!"
"I've learned something new. From now on, if I fart and hit someone, I'll say I was using an ancient poison technique."
Xiangxiang's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her cat ears twitched wildly.
She rushed over and hugged Chen You's leg tightly, looking up at him with a trembling voice, "You Shen! You understand me! You really understand me!"
"I'm not just shouting; I'm singing with my soul!"
Chen You resisted the urge to kick her away and reached out to touch the top of her head.
"Very good, keep that confidence." Chen You turned to look at Xuande. "Now, do you still think her dream is ridiculous?"
Xuande remained silent.
He looked at the mess on the ground, at the light in his sister's eyes, and recalled the terrifying destructive power that had just shattered his eardrums.
The berserker's faith is wavering.
If singing can kill, then why bother practicing knife skills?
"You...you mean, she went to participate in that talent show, but actually she was cultivating?"
Xuande's tone had completely changed, from initial anger to a humble desire for guidance.
"Of course." Chen You said seriously, "The talent show is just a facade; the stage is her battlefield."
"She needs the gaze of thousands of people to hone her sonic domain. Those so-called fans are the test subjects of her magic."
Chen You patted Xuande on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.
"Lord Xuande, times have changed. Pure physical damage output is no longer up to par; now, the trend is to combine magic and physical attacks."
Xuande had a complete epiphany.
He slapped his thigh hard, making a loud "smack" that shook the nearby stone pillar, causing dust to fall from it.
"I get it!" Xuande blushed deeply. "So Xiangxiang is going for the high-end magic route! I'm such an idiot, I almost ruined the future number one mage of Sanjing City!"
Xiangxiang nodded frantically beside her, "Yes, yes, yes! Brother, you're such an idiot!"
Instead of getting angry, Xuande grinned and laughed.
He lifted Xiangxiang above his head and let her sit on his shoulders.
"Great girl! I support you! Go participate in that Star Voice competition! Shock all those elves and dwarves! Bring back the championship!"
Xiangxiang excitedly waved her little fist: "Debuting in the center position! Sweeping across the entire server!"
Chen You breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, they managed to fool him.
Just then, a light flashed in Xuande's eyes, and he looked sharply at Chen You.
"wrong!"