Pretending To Be A Boss

The sharp ores instantly lacerated Song Que, rendering his flesh a bloody blur.

Humans endowed with perfect talent naturally have bodies as sturdy as iron and stone in mining areas.

Yet, even under such high speeds, Song Que still suffered severe injuries.

The Jiaolong's flight speed was getting faster and faster.

All the people on the cliff path felt the vibrations of the cliff.

Ling Yi covered her mouth, unable to imagine the assault Song Que was enduring.

Sharp rocks had pierced Song Que's lungs. His chest cavity was also impaled by a massive boulder.

Song Que, whose body was no longer intact, was finally pinned to the cliff after the Jiaolong had circled around it several times.

He was like a savior nailed to the cross, continuously bleeding.

The Jiaolong looked on with satisfaction at this scene, finally feeling that the surge in human battle strength due to their intense will to fight had come to a halt.

Song Que's life force was rapidly draining away.

Breathing had become extremely difficult, nearly every bone in his body shattered to pieces.

Even as a decatant with a slight self-healing ability, with his body impaled on the rocks, his blood's healing properties seemed to be severed.

"Today has been quite fun. Before you die, I'll eat a few reptiles for entertainment. Make sure your eyes are wide open to see it all."

The Jiaolong mocked, imitating Song Que's laughter.

In the earlier high-speed collision, Song Que's mask had also peeled off, shattered into pieces, scattered throughout the pit.

He breathed with difficulty, every part of his body screaming with intense pain.

This was the first time, due to an overwhelmingly strong opponent, that the chaotic will was thoroughly suppressed.

He reverted back to his original personality.

The gap in strength between humans and a calamity-level mythical beast was simply too vast.

Even though he had surpassed himself, he had only inflicted a slight bit of pain on the creature.

Such pain probably healed after a mere few seconds, right?
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Song Que looked pitifully at the people on the distant stone path.

They were still prostrate, their hearts probably filled with even more fear, right?

Thousands of people knelt on the stone path as if worshiping the monarch in the sky.

In contrast, he seemed like an anomaly.

The most terrifying thing in this world was to see hope clearly and yet fall into even greater despair.

A calamity-level boss that humans had struggled for decades to defeat—how could he possibly overcome it?

Song Que began to cough violently, with blood in his coughs.

Countless negative thoughts flashed through his mind, but ultimately, he denied them all.

Because he was about to die. Even if the Jiaolong didn't kill him, the rules would.

"My life has been somewhat dull after all. Sometimes, I truly wish to swap identities with Tang Xian. Perhaps by standing against the world, I would be more entitled...to oppose all the injustices of this world."

Life has no what-ifs.

Until the end, Song Que could only watch the Jiaolong unwillingly.

He activated the Eyes of the Scales, and although he could no longer move his body, he still stubbornly watched it, wanting to see if there would be a turn of events in the next second.

There was no change; the Jiaolong just stood there quietly, watching Song Que with mockery.

Song Que didn't even have the strength to shake his head.

He wanted to push his body off the boulder that had impaled him.

But it was really difficult to move.

All he could do was continue to watch nineteen seconds into the future.

That was the limit of the Eyes of the Scales. From the one second plus of his childhood, now Song Que had honed it to nineteen seconds.

But this time, he still felt it wasn't enough.

Just a little deeper would be good.

Thinking this, he raised his head and widened his eyes. He wanted to see further—a day, a month, a year, a decade, a century!

In his final moments before death, Song Que still thought about seeing these groveling people regain their freedom.

He yearned immensely, as if, in the face of death, he wanted some consolation.

The figure of the Jiaolong gradually changed.

Song Que's pupils contracted.

He saw his future self.

Incredibly, his already ravaged body was still capable of fighting.

How many seconds into the future was this? Suddenly, Song Que was filled with doubt.

He continued to widen his eyes, which were bloodshot and appeared somewhat ferocious and frightening.

The Cave Jiaolong witnessed this scene and suddenly felt very annoyed.

It was as if it was being stared at by a particularly detestable beast.

"If these are your last words, they are truly obscure and pathetic. Shouldn't you be saying something fierce like 'even in hell, I won't let you off'? Eating insects with that kind of emotion is the most delicious!"

Regardless, just one more strike and this strongest human with natural talents would die.

"I wanted you to see how your kind would please me, but now I'll kill you!"

The Cave Jiaolong raised a finger towards Song Que.

But at that moment, Song Que's expression changed slightly.

He had never experienced such an extreme state of being on the verge of death.

Nor had he ever thought that his eyes would behold a future some four hundred seconds away!

It was as if the ancient gods wanted to fulfill this human's final wish before death.

The power of the Eyes of the Scales skyrocketed crazily.

It was dozens of times stronger than Song Que's efforts over the past decade or so.

The initial confusion flashed through his mind, but it was a paradox; the vision of the future in his eyes was the source of the question, as well as the answer.

Song Que wondered why he could suddenly see so far into the future.

But the next second, when the Cave Jiaolong raised its finger towards him, he received the answer from his future self.