jdhmnovel Chapter 319 Can't you tell who's real and who's fake?
Chapter 319 Can't you tell who's real and who's fake?
Chen and Di Lin's gazes swept back and forth between the two identical "Beast Gods".
On the throne, an old man in white robes had white hair and beard, a kind face, peaceful eyes, and slow, gentle movements.
At the entrance of the main hall, the "Beast God" in the same attire stood quietly, his white hair fluttering slightly in the breeze, his eyes calm and profound, and his aura as restrained as a still well.
Di Lin narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two of them repeatedly.
His face, figure, clothing, and even the ancient aura that belonged to the Beast God were all flawless.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a flawless disguise could exist in this beast world.
But he knew perfectly well that one of the two was a fraud.
No, is it possible that both of them are fake?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, the Beast God on the throne slammed his hand on the armrest, the veins on his withered hand bulging.
He straightened up, his previously empty eyes suddenly becoming sharp and fierce as he stared intently at the Beast God at the door, his voice trembling slightly with anger.
"Who are you? How dare you impersonate me!"
The angry shout echoed in the hall, causing the lamps on the walls to flicker.
The beast god at the entrance, however, was not annoyed.
He slowly raised his hand and stroked his long, snow-white beard, his movements natural and composed.
He looked at the throne, his eyes filled with a hint of pity and a complex emotion he couldn't quite define.
He spoke, his voice aged yet steady, just like the one on the throne.
"That's what I wanted to ask you too."
Two voices, two tones, yet both belong to the "Beast God".
Chen stood not far from the Beast God at the entrance.
Hui's sneak attack was interrupted by this sudden turn of events, and he took the opportunity to break free from his restraints.
He was clutching his neck, breathing slightly heavily.
He looked at the beast god who was so close to him, and his brows furrowed slightly.
too close.
So close that you can see every fine line at the corner of the other person's eyes and feel the ancient and gentle aura emanating from them.
The atmosphere was so familiar, yet there was an inexplicable sense of distance between us.
It's like looking at a familiar landscape through a thin layer of fog; the outline is clear, but the details are blurry.
A complex feeling welled up in Chen's heart.
It wasn't wariness, nor was it hostility.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat burned from the earlier choking, and he couldn't utter a complete sound.
"Dust, step back."
The Beast God at the entrance turned his head and glanced at Chen, his eyes gentle, carrying the concern of an elder for a younger generation.
Before the dust could retreat, the comet had already moved.
"Rest assured, sir!"
Comet shouted to the Beast God on the throne, his face regaining its loyal expression, "I will get rid of this audacious imposter for you!"
Before he could finish speaking, Hui's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.
A flash of blood-red light appeared in the main hall. Completely disregarding his injuries and internal depletion from the fierce battle with Chen, he pushed his speed to the limit. Blood-red mist swirled around his fingertips, and with a piercing roar, he headed straight for the "Beast God" at the entrance.
This strike was swift, ruthless, and precise, without any warning; it was clearly intended to kill.
Di Lin's pupils contracted slightly.
Comet is indeed a madman; his "loyalty" to the Beast God has become so twisted that he disregards everything else.
The "Beast God" at the entrance, with his white hair and beard and looking very old, slightly staggered just as Hui's lightning-fast attack was about to strike.
The movement was minimal, hardly a sophisticated footwork; it was merely a slight turn of the body and a half-step back, as natural as a leaf blown by the wind.
But it was this slight movement that allowed Hui's determined palm strike to graz the hem of his robe, only creating a slight breeze.
The comet missed its target, but its forward momentum had not yet dissipated, and a look of astonishment flashed in its eyes.
But he reacted extremely quickly, twisting his waist and sweeping his palm horizontally with his backhand, causing blood to surge and blocking all of his opponent's escape routes.
The beast god at the entrance remained calm and unhurried.
As if he had anticipated Hui's change of move, at the same time that bloody palm swept towards him, his body floated back lightly like a weightless feather.
The fierce wind from the blood palm blew his white beard backward, but it didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
Two lightning-fast attacks were easily dodged with effortless ease.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Hui steadied himself, his face looking rather grim.
He stared intently at the composed "Beast God" standing at the door, his chest heaving slightly.
Although those two moves were just a test, he used eight-tenths of his strength, and he didn't hold back in terms of speed.
But the other party... dodged it way too easily.
That wasn't a lucky guess; it was based on genuine skill and an incredibly precise understanding of comets.
"Did you see that, Di Lin?"
Hui suddenly turned to Di Lin, who had been watching from the sidelines, and said in a voice tinged with suppressed impatience, "The real Beast God is too old to act so swiftly. This imposter is full of flaws. Can't you tell who's real and who's fake even now?"
He threw the question at Di Lin, his eyes filled with coercion and calculation.
Clearly, he wanted to drag Di Lin into this mess and force him to join the opposing team immediately.
Di Lin leaned against a stone pillar, lit a cigarette at some point, and slowly took a puff.
White smoke billowed from his lips, blurring the playful expression on his face.
He glanced at the one on the throne, then at the one at the door, then spread his hands, shrugged, and shook his head.
"I can't tell."
Di Lin's voice was lazy, with an air of indifference, "I think the two of you are very similar, yet not quite the same."
He exhaled a smoke ring and continued, "The one on the throne, you and Chen were fighting to the death just now, and he didn't even blink. He's definitely a strict teacher. The one at the door is quite skilled, but I've never seen the Beast God fight."
That's a slick way of putting it; it's clearly an attempt to smooth things over.
Hui's face darkened; he understood the meaning behind Di Lin's words.
I don't believe in either of these "beast gods," so you can fight it out, I'll just watch.
"You..." Hui wanted to say something more.
The Beast God at the entrance suddenly spoke, interrupting Hui.
He continued to look towards the throne, his tone indifferent: "Hui, you're too impatient. And you've disappointed me greatly."
These words, spoken out of the blue, caused Hui's body to stiffen involuntarily.
Just then, the beast god at the door moved.
It's not about retreating or defending, but about moving forward.
He took a step forward, his figure still graceful, but his speed was surprisingly fast, and he took the initiative to approach the comet.
At the same time, he raised one hand, and a faint golden light emanated from his withered fingertips. The golden light was not dazzling, but it carried a sense of weight and majesty, as if it could crush mountains and stabilize the void.