Chapter 68: Position of the New Star (Part 2/2) (1/2)

Chapter 68: Position of the New Star (Part 2/2)

Perhaps Luo Nan really could draw a drawing.

Crag Burst had reminded Luo Nan of his own capacities as a psychic. Even though Luo Nan was still confused about the principles behind it, the facts proved that he really was gifted in this aspect.

The greatest key point was that Luo Nan now had inspiration.

This inspiration existed ever since the start of the sacrificial ritual.

The insidious altar, the burning cloud sea, the splendid star, the tempered blade edge. And of course, there was also the empty desolation, the realm of death.

Lines, composition, light and shadow…… Various elements had undergone long analysis within the depths of his heart.

Luo Nan was confident that even if he didn’t realize it now, he would have recorded this scene down in careful study when he got home.

An idea was born at this very moment. The impulse to draw became exceptionally strong.

However, all of his previous experiences with sketching psychic drawings required a source and direction of development before pen could meet paper; under direction, he made additions onto a pre-existing composition.

But Luo Nan understood very little of Rui Wen’s past…… Oh, this might actually be easy!

Luo Nan released the full strength of his mental senses in an instant. The personnel in charge were hard pressed in the fighting arena. The panic-stricken spectators were scattered in the passageway. The gangsters were maintaining order while whispering to themselves. It didn’t matter where any of these people were and what they were doing, they all felt a cold shiver at the same time.

And in the lower level area of the building, Ink, who had been accompanying Crag Burst, flapped its wings and flew off. It flew back towards the fighting arena despite the calls from Crag Bursts.

Mr. Ma was in a deep daze as he lay upon the stretcher. He had his hand placed on his chest. The experience of choking and a heart attack from a few minutes ago still lingered around like a shadow, even though he was already administered drugs and was placed on a breathing machine.

What in the world happened?

He was a board member of a large biopharmaceutical company in Xia City. His net worth was in the hundred of millions. Everyone addressed him as Mr. Ma. Wealth and woman were logically and expectedly just decorations to him.

His life was an experienced life of sixty~seventy years. He needed entertainment and interests that were fresh. He needed stronger stimulation. He needed even higher feelings of success.

What would be more interesting, more stimulating, more accomplishing than dictating the lives of his people?

And so Mr. Ma fell in love with the fighting arena; he fell in love with the bloody atmosphere. He invested in this place. He just wanted to change things to make the fights more exciting, more stimulating.

Today the fighting arena requested to borrow his most prized possession in his collection, the Greatmaw Basilisk mutant. He agreed without the slightest hesitation. Actually, he had purchased this mutant for the sake of some future moment, to give a new show in the fighting arena.

His wish was fulfilled earlier than expected.

But a few minutes ago, his most prized piece of his collection, the Greatmaw Basilisk worth over ten million credits, fell, crumbled, and putrefied right before his eyes.

The destruction of the basilisk wasn’t the end of the world, but the way it died, the will that instantly caused death to descend, the force of fear that exceeded his limit of self-control heavy struck his chest.

Who had caused all of this?

”Rui Wen. It was Rui Wen!”

The girl who struggled in the cage he had made.

He remembered when she first came to the fighting arena three years ago. She was so skinny and small that she looked like she was six~seven years old. She only came to be her current size due to the stimulation from drugs.

She was a fighting genius. Not counting her training time, she became the king of the fighting arena with her hundred victories within a short one year.

But no matter how much of a genius Rui Wen was, in the end, she was just a toy in the palm of his hand. Everything time he saw Rui Wen feign tranquility, this tranquility was always within a situation where her life was at stake. Mr. Ma always had a sense of satisfaction spring up unbidden.

Her fist was very hard. Her speed was very quick. But no matter how quick and how hard she was, she would never be able to break past the transparent defensive walls surrounding her.

This is what it means to dictate! This is pleasure!

Why was today totally different?

From beginning to end, not a hair on his head was harmed. But there was an invisible ice-cold hand that clutched his throat, pushing him onto the ugly corpse of the basilisk to make him taste the flavor of fear and death as much as possible.

Rui Wen, that predator, that ominous crow…...