Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 2 A Somewhat Mature Kid

Thanks to his innate talent, he spotted the child lying motionless amidst a pile of afterimages from afar.

It wasn't very clear, but the child's white hair was particularly striking. Even though he was lying on the ground, he was still holding a long knife that was almost taller than himself.

"..."

His first instinct was to go and save the person; after all, he was once a successor of socialism, and the spirit of helping others was still ingrained in his bones.

But the next moment he retracted the foot he had painstakingly extended, and looked sternly at the group of remaining elephants.

One or two enormous bodies almost completely surrounded the other side. Although he counted carefully, there were only about five or six monsters... but they were just too big. Each of the monsters was much bigger than him!

He swallowed hard, but just then, the monster in the distance seemed to sense something and let out a roar. Although it was far away, he still felt it. This time, he gripped his sword even tighter, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"It's really not my fault for not saving you... With my small frame, I didn't want to face a monster like this right after arriving in this other world! I wanted to live a little longer too..."

"...I'm sorry."

He observed that the group of remaining elephants seemed to be testing him, which is why he hadn't yet attacked the child before him.

But they seemed to realize that the other side was powerless to resist, and one by one they began to slowly approach.

Just as he was about to turn and run away, he saw the child open his eyes in that instant, his golden pupils filled with no surprise... and calmness.

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Geshulin was somewhat surprised that he hadn't died, but not much.

As the general of Ima Province, inspired by the previous large-scale victories, he made a decision that could cost the lives of all his soldiers.

Launch the final offensive

Ultimately, the lack of information led him to this conclusion: he had initially thought that the function of the Reflecting Rain was at most that of a projector, but he hadn't expected that the power of the Roaring Style would give these projections the ability to materialize.

As the moon reaches its zenith, the power of the Roaring Formation will only increase, and a bug-level existence like this simply cannot be allowed to linger.

But by the time he realized it, it was too late to turn back: the Suhui rain would only intensify, making victory increasingly difficult, and eventually, the entire Jinzhou would be buried along with the rain.

It's a fight to the death.

He knew he was guilty, but for the sake of Jinzhou, this was the only way to protect it.

The final military order was issued, commanding all soldiers to hold their ground and not retreat...

Meanwhile, he himself ventured alone into the enemy territory to engage in the final battle with the Lord of the Formless Demon.

Although he did eventually encounter the monster's true form and fought it, crippling it in some respects, he was also severely injured and his fate hung in the balance.

Under the overclocking effect, he could feel that he was severely injured, but he no longer felt pain. He only felt the ground beneath his feet become loose, and then he fell down.

In the end, all that was left was a splash of bright red.

When he awoke again, he found himself surrounded by a mass of afterimages the size of giant waves, and in the distance, he could see a timid and inexperienced figure wandering around.

She wanted to save him, but was afraid to come closer because of the monsters around her.

He doesn't blame the other party, but he won't comment on it either.

A person like him truly deserves to die.

"!"

Just as he closed his eyes to prepare for death, he felt himself being lifted up in a hug. He instinctively tried to struggle, but was instead given a severe scolding.

"Don't move, buddy! If you move around, I won't be able to keep my balance!"

He looked at the person who had picked him up. The boy's dark pupils were filled with panic, and the hand holding him was trembling. He could even hear the other person's erratic breathing.

Even so, she still held him tightly, showing no sign of abandoning him and running away.

"..."

Having grown up in the military, he naturally prioritizes the greater good, so he doesn't fully understand acts of self-sacrifice to save others, but the feeling... is indeed quite remarkable.

And who is the person holding the other?

That's right! Mo Wunian got carried away after being glanced at by the other party, and slid in to save them.

Then grab the other person and run—of course, you should avoid fighting if you can!

But the next moment he felt a chill on his neck, and instinctively raised his sword, perfectly blocking the opponent's attack.

"Fuck your mother!"

After blocking the attack, he realized he had just narrowly escaped death: he felt a lingering fear.

If I hadn't noticed in time and raised my sword to counterattack, my head would probably be flying off somewhere by now.

Although he managed to shake off one or two monsters in his frantic running, three or four more surrounded him. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind to put the child down.

Ge Shulin offered no resistance whatsoever: even when the other party put him down, he wouldn't say a word.

He already felt very grateful that the other person had mustered the courage to carry him for a while and let him live a little longer.

The general, who still doesn't understand why he was able to be picked up by the other party and realize the importance of the matter,

"Little brat, after I lure those three monsters away, you'd better run!"

I'm going to buy some oranges.

To Ge Shulin's astonishment, Mo Wunian charged forward with his sword, dodging attacks like a nimble mountain dog.

The shockwaves from the distant battle caused him to lose his footing almost instantly.

You should know that he wouldn't even flinch when encountering afterimages of this level in the past.

"Little ghost head?"

He dodged a short distance, only to find his knife was gone, and then he finally heard a key word uttered by the other person.

He instantly realized the gravity of the situation and hurriedly checked his body, which he hadn't paid attention to in his haste. His small, delicate hands, and the ground he'd never felt so close to before, all told him a sad truth:

I seem to have shrunk.

"……this……"

Even as the Grand General of Imai Province, he was well-versed in many events and intelligence.

But he'd never seen this scene before!

"Hey! What are you doing...?"

The battle in the distance seemed to have undergone a series of changes, and disregarding the unfortunate fact that he had shrunk, he hurriedly went closer to observe the fight.

After briefly exchanging blows with those monsters, Mo Wunian realized that he was indeed not suited for fighting.

Because he had never experienced actual combat, he was almost always the one being attacked.

Just as he managed to dodge the next afterimage's attack and was about to launch a counterattack, another afterimage fired a ranged attack, forcing him to dodge to the side.

But often at this moment, a third one would suddenly appear. If he hadn't had some prior experience in martial arts, he probably would have been killed long ago.

"Oh no! We can't beat them at all!"

He shook his arm, which had gone numb from the shock. His body was already covered in wounds, and the pain was eroding his reason. And yet, he had only just managed to cripple one of them.

"They're not going to use that move here, are they...? I've never seen a small monster force you to use your ultimate skill..."

The moment he dodged, a wind blade attacked him from behind, and he was caught in the middle, not knowing where to hide.

Just as he was preparing to take the blow head-on, he heard a young but steady voice in his ear.

"Slide diagonally backwards and sideways."

He gritted his teeth, believing the voice, and swept his sword in that direction, just barely severing his hair. He finally broke through the encirclement.

"Holy crap! Someone with expertise has given me some pointers!"

Soon the next instruction arrived, delivered in the same familiar tone.

"Start with the monster on the left. Its weak point is above its head. Just get close; it's relatively weak in melee combat."

He dashed past with a few quick steps, having become more skilled after the previous battles, and now the effects of his golden talent were finally beginning to show.

He felt the sword in his hand had never been so light, as if a memory of swordsmanship had been added to his mind.

Just as his sword was about to touch his opponent's weapon, it instantly reversed direction and slashed backward, its form ethereal and indistinct, closing in on its target in a single breath.

The movements were fluid and effortless, but to one person, they created ripples and waves.

Ge Shulin stared in disbelief at the swordsmanship of the person before him, not even giving the opponent the immediate command for the next move.

"How can it be……"

Just as he was about to observe further, another howl came from the other side.

"Big brother, give me a chance! Big brother!..."

He refocused his attention on the battle, hiding his small body behind a large tree. Watching Mo Wunian being relentlessly pursued again, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

I guess I was hallucinating because I hadn't seen that person in so long.

I regret my previous thoughts

That's what he was thinking, but he continued to verbally instruct the other party.

"Don't dodge, go up the rocks over there and thrust upwards!"

"Leveraging the environment"

Mo Wunian, who was being chased and beaten, heard the voice again. Instantly, his eyes scanned his surroundings, and after confirming the location mentioned, he swung his sword and stomped hard on it.

The sword was firmly planted in the crevice of the rock, and with a powerful kick, it was pried off.

In an instant, a wrecked elephant was buried, and faintly, one could still hear some beautiful words.

"Oh ho! Serves you right for chasing after me! Now look what's happened!"

But the battle wasn't over yet; one more monster remained, waiting for him to deal with it. By this time, he had gained confidence.

Life... is as easy as turning one's hand!

"Don't get distracted; you won't have a chance to be distracted during a fight."

The warning sounded again, and he sensed a bad premonition. He quickly dodged the opponent's sudden attack, but fortunately, because of the distance, the opponent's throw wasn't very accurate, and he was able to dodge it.

"……I was wrong"

Having survived another brush with death, he became serious, looking at the monster below and searching for the best way to defeat it.

Ge Shulin also changed direction, maintaining his distance from the monster while moving closer to it so that his voice could be heard.

Although he has turned into a child and his fighting ability has decreased significantly, his intelligence has been retained.

In this situation, we absolutely must not cause trouble for the other side.

"Hiss~ Hiss hiss~"

Just as Mo Wunian was preparing to dive down and finish off his opponent, he suddenly felt a loosening beneath his feet, and a searing heat began to spread.

"???no……"

He felt a searing heat on his back, and the next moment he saw the raging flames. He quickly retreated, but ended up with burns all over his body.

Feeling a burning pain all over his body, his reason wavered.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a huge lizard rushing towards him from behind, looking exactly like the one he had shaken off not long ago...