Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Saint Master, Twelve Talismans Chaotic the Continent

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Aren't you going to watch the game?

Inside the Holy Maiden's Palace, Nan Feng was sleeping on his personal armchair.

The semi-finals have begun, and most of the people here have gone out to watch the matches. Only Biji and Ziji remain in the hall because they have no interest in the matches between Soul Masters.

Zi Ji lost her sparring match with Nan Feng a while ago, and then went into seclusion. Although this little bit of time did little to improve her skills.

"Not interested," Nan Feng said with his eyes closed.

In the first semi-final match, Hu Liena and her team played against Tianshui College. The outcome of the match was predictable.

To put it bluntly, any one of Hu Liena and the other two could easily take down Tianshui Academy.

With their Soul Emperor cultivation and extremely high resistance to ice, the Tianshui team's Martial Soul Fusion Technique was completely meaningless.

"You seem very nervous." Brigitte sat down beside her.

Nan Feng opened his eyes. "Why would you think that?"

"Isn't that right?" Brigitte asked doubtfully.

You look really nervous.

"It's not nervousness." Nan Feng took a deep breath.

"It's anticipation."

Brigitte was taken aback. "Expecting? Why?"

"I've been waiting for this day for twenty years," Nan Feng said.

"I have lived in fear since the first day I came into this world."

"In that hellish place called Killing City, I was on high alert every day, afraid that someone would get me killed at any moment. I finally made it out, but now I have new worries."

"I'm afraid there's a knife hanging over my head, but I don't know if it will fall, or if it even exists. I don't even dare to look up."

"From now on, no matter what the outcome, I'm relieved."

"I'm not so much nervous as I'm excited; I'm finally going to get the answer."

He didn't care whether the matter succeeded or not. After all, he didn't even care much about his own life or death, so naturally he wouldn't care about the lives of others.

At worst, we'll die together.

What's the big deal?

"Aren't you worried?" Brigitte asked.

"If we fail, not only will you die, but many others will die."

"Why should I worry?" Nan Feng asked in return.

"What's the use of worrying? Will worrying prevent me from dying?"

"If the ending is tragic, then at least I want to relax for a while in the end. I've thought about it for long enough, and I'm tired."

"If it weren't for those few insisting on doing that at the Lake of Life, I should have been buried there forever."

"Don't you have any attachment to this world?" Brigitte asked, puzzled.

She couldn't sense any vitality in Nan Feng.

It's been like this since our first meeting; he has almost no will to live. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been completely unresponsive when faced with an attack from Di Tian.

"Nostalgia?" Nan Feng couldn't help but laugh.

Are you asking if someone who aspires to destroy the world has any attachment to it?

"And what about them?" Brigitte asked.

"Yukiteru and the others, don't you feel any attachment?"

Nan Feng paused for a moment, "Does it matter? It's as if my lingering feelings will solve the problem."

"You all seem to like to emphasize subjective will, and don't care so much about the objective conditions that determine the development of reality."

"It's not about emphasizing subjective will, but rather having that idea subjectively, and then you'll have the motivation," Brigitte said.

"If you have an indifferent attitude towards the outcome, how much of your full effort can you exert?"

"I give it my all every time," Nan Feng said.

Whether I like it or not.

"I won't let my subjective opinions influence my actions; that's the biggest difference between me and you."

"You don't need to worry about whether I will do my best. I know what I'm doing and what I should be doing."

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Unable to bear Biji's nagging, Nanfeng left the Holy Maiden Temple and walked on the empty streets.

Now everyone in Wuhun City has gathered at the Great Soul Arena to watch the matches, leaving the once bustling streets somewhat deserted.

"..."

What are you doing here?

Liu Erlong, who had just walked out from the street corner, looked at Nan Feng in surprise.

"Is it possible that I live here?" Nan Feng asked curiously.

"Although it was just a temporary lodging, I did actually live in Wuhun City most of the time."

"Stay here?" Liu Erlong was taken aback.

"You embezzled so much with Salas, yet you can't even afford a house?"

"I'm a wanderer, buying a house would be a waste of money," Nan Feng said.

"I can sleep under any crooked tree."

Liu Erlong's eye twitched. "Are you planning to take this money to your grave? You can't even bear to part with the money for the house?"

"I have that idea," Nan Feng said.

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

"I want to build a pure gold tombstone, coat it with deadly poison, and see if a destined person will come to visit."

"Why don't you build yourself a tomb?" Liu Erlong complained.

"I thought about it before, but I couldn't find a suitable place, so I gave up," Nan Feng said.

"Anyway, I'm not sleeping inside."

"Not sleeping inside?" Liu Erlong pursed his lips.

"Are you afraid that someone will dig up your grave after you die?"

For every person who idolizes Nan Feng, there's just as many who wish they could skin him alive!

"If I die, not even my bones will remain, so it doesn't matter whether I dig them up or not," Nan Feng said indifferently.

Liu Erlong was taken aback. "You're really planning to cause trouble?"

"Don't you really know what's going on in Wuhun City right now?"

"I know." Nan Feng walked away sideways.

"A bunch of clowns, easily wiped out."

Liu Erlong followed along with some concern. "You don't mean to turn Wuhun City into a battlefield, do you?"

This bastard may not be good at other things, but his threat of force is truly unsolvable!

Especially that poison!

Even titled Douluo are few and far between!

Once released, this place will become a no-man's land!

"What are you afraid of?" Nan Feng asked, puzzled.

"Now that you know, you can run away."

"Why?" Liu Erlong asked, puzzled.

"If war really breaks out, you know what will happen."

Given the current situation, once a war breaks out, it simply won't stop!

Like two people who are fighting so hard that neither dares to stop first!

Even a brief hesitation could cost you your life!

"I know, what's wrong?" Nan Feng asked.

"If I'm alive, there won't be a fight; if we're both dead, what does it matter to me?"

"In a world where the living need the dead to worry about them, it's better to be dead anyway, since we're all just a bunch of useless trash."

They keep saying that the dead should be respected, but they all like to use the concept of righteousness to blackmail the dying.

"This kind of war is completely out of control, and Xiao Wu and the others might also get caught up in it. Even if you don't care about others, you should at least think about them, right?" Liu Erlong said.

"I've thought about it," Nan Feng said.

"I've already made arrangements for them. If you're worried, you can come with them."

Whether he lives or dies, he'll have to run away after the Soul Master Competition ends.

For these gifted children, Poseidon Island is safe, and they can stay there with peace of mind.

Even if a war were to break out, it wouldn't reach there.

The future of mainland China is not something a bunch of kids should worry about.

After all, what can a child do if even an adult can't handle it?

"You're a complete bastard!"

Liu Erlong cursed angrily and turned to leave.

If it was just speculation before, it's almost certain now that Nan Feng is really planning something big!

War is inevitable! (End of Chapter)