It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

After all, that guy had come out to harass me for unknown reasons, so I was bound to run into him sooner or later. There would definitely be plenty of opportunities for revenge.

However, after this incident, Bai Lin always felt that he was a little tired when doing his job. He thought that he had found a way to success through hard work in this alien world, but he was defeated by the irrationality of the world.

Just like in the past world.

Just like in Camitran.

At this moment, Bai Lin felt a little lonely and powerless. She looked around blankly, thinking about these things with distracting thoughts. After a while, she took a deep breath and said,

"Forget it, I really can't think about it anymore. Tomorrow will have tomorrow's things to do. I can't stop in the middle of yesterday and do yesterday's things."

"Instead of dwelling on that, why not think of something lighter? For example, why is a snowy mountain like this called the Devil's Hot Soup? Even if it erupts daily, wouldn't it be more accurate to call it a shabu-shabu pot?"

As if to calm herself down, even though no one around could respond to Bai Lin's words, she still casually said these two sentences. This method of talking to herself did help her break free from her past thoughts a little, and her mind became a little clearer.

"While seeing it with your own eyes would be more insightful, I can explain it in a simple and clear way. Let's use the pot analogy you just used. The material inside the mountain isn't the same as the snowy mountain outside. The mountain is merely the lid."

It was cool, calm, and almost emotionless, yet the voice, just the silky lines, was enough to be called perfect, conveyed in an elegant tone. It was like the first bird song you hear after waking up in the morning, so heartwarming that it brightened the world.

This sound even attracted Bai Lin's attention, so she didn't notice the abnormality at first. She just followed the train of thought of this sentence, nodded slightly in silence, and then said,

"Hmm... I see. It's really hard to imagine unless you see it with your own eyes—Who the hell are you?!"

A figure suddenly appeared, standing by the bonfire. Her entire body seemed shrouded in shadow, not a single wisp of skin visible beneath her black windbreaker. Even the front, where her hood couldn't cover her face, was completely obscured by her mask.

Although Bai Lin was also wrapped up in a similarly thick layer, wrapped in an iron barrel with a cloak on the outside, there was a clear difference in their attire. A quick glance revealed the newcomer's clothing to be beyond the present era. Judging from the fabric and workmanship alone, it surpassed even the most sophisticated sci-fi films Bai Lin had seen.

It was completely unlike anything this world could have, completely contradicting Bai Lin's previous understanding of clothing. Even in this world of magic, wearing a cloak crafted by a master, he couldn't help but marvel at the other person's clothing. It was like forging armor, going through countless steps, tempered by countless trials, before the finished garment landed on someone's shoulders. Reliable, practical, and even more comfortable to wear than outer armor—that was Bai Lin's most intuitive feeling.

The mask, however, astonished Bai Lin even more. It was meticulously carved, and the grooves left by grinding the metal were incredibly beautiful. On the sides, forehead, and sides of the face, there were even cool blue lights that dimly lit up, like facial markings, forming the most eye-catching feature of the visitor's body.

Besides that, she had a long sword at her hip and an even longer-looking sword on her back. You couldn't see anything about it without it being unsheathed, except for the grooves carved into the scabbard and a faint blue glow. But with this outfit, even carrying a plastic sword would be cool enough, so who cares what kind of sword it is?

You have to know that this kind of concealing windbreaker is actually the most simple and neat cool style. Although if you wear it in real life, everyone will think you are a bit of a jerk, because normal people would never dress like this, but the brilliance and workmanship of this thing on her are no longer simple clothes, but something more postmodern. It has some similarities to the outfit of the guy with the red sword in the game "World War Z". If I had to sum it up in four words, it would be "cyberpunk".

Even though she was shorter than Bai Lin, she seemed to have won far more than Bai Lin's tin can. Of course, the price of being handsome was about the same as Bai Lin's. If she hadn't spoken, you wouldn't have been able to tell it was a woman. But this was good, very good!

Although she didn't sense any aggression or murderous intent, Bai Lin couldn't have failed to notice the person wearing such a suit, almost getting close to her face. She immediately screamed, staring at the other person while sitting by the campfire, and moved back a little. The other person replied calmly in her unique voice,

"We don't need to exchange names. You are the Son of God, and I know this very well. As for me, I am just a bard."

Chapter 728 Usual Ways

"That's enough to be used as a name."

The other party's words were understated, but Bai Lin jumped up immediately. She drew her weapon and took a stance, looking at the other party with a very cold expression. A solemn and awe-inspiring feeling instantly spread from Bai Lin's side. She said in a deep voice,

"You know that guy? He's here to hunt me down, right?"

From the mouth of this so-called poet, these two sentences carried a great deal of information. Although some other races had seemingly claimed their own identity as the Son of God, most were not fully aware of the concept. The fact that he had pointed this out through his tin can, and even referred to himself as a "bard," was enough to put Bai Lin on alert.

After all, these four words are really harsh in Bai Lin's ears.

Bai Lin's cloak also had a warning function, and she herself had a certain ability to detect auras, her perception was extremely strong, yet she hadn't sensed any trace of the other party's presence. Her presence and arrival here were like trees growing on the soil, clouds shrouding the sky, a perfectly natural state of affairs. She hadn't disturbed any of the plants or trees, and Bai Lin hadn't even noticed.

The multiple abnormal conditions were enough to make Bai Lin extremely hostile, so she asked the above question.

Seeing Bai Lin take out his weapon, the bard did not make any extra moves. She placed her hand on the hilt of the knife at her waist and replied very lightly,

"probably."

If these three words were used in everyday conversation, there would surely be a lot of people wanting to slap the other person in the face. Such a vague answer to such a crucial question would certainly cause one to struggle and ponder the true meaning of these three words. But Bai Lin didn't have the luxury of time, because, after uttering these three words, the opponent's blade was immediately unsheathed, and he instantly struck Bai Lin.

A faint blue light flashed through space like thunder, appearing before Bai Lin's face with a trembling hum. The long sword had a solid shape and a graceful curve, yet its blade was much wider than that of a katana. A faint light streamed down one side of the blade, drawing the full force of its sharp edge into a sudden thrust.

"So fast, and so strong," was Bai Lin's first impression. However, she wasn't panicked at all. Instead, she thrust her shield forward and charged forward.

I'm not really up to the task of using cheats to kill people instantly. But using cold weapons against me... isn't that courageous, or just ignorance?

With immense passion and determination, Bai Lin thrust his shield forward with all its might. The initial collision caused both sides to tremble slightly, and the weapons separated. Then, Bai Lin followed up with another explosive attack, completely pushing the opponent's blade away. After a short burst of energy, he continued to charge forward with his shield, his stance unchanged, and he launched another shield strike forward.

In a 1v1 situation, the sword and shield, like the spear, are weapons that others are reluctant to fight. After all, a good shield is difficult to break, and if it's large enough, ordinary weapons won't be able to find an angle to hit you. The only way to deal with it is to move the sword and shield around, pulling them off, and taking them down when their opponent loses stamina or makes a mistake.

Hiding behind a shield, with the shield in front, was the most shameless way to fight. Getting hit by the shield a few times was no joke, and launching an attack rashly would be countered by the shield. So, even though Bai Lin held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of using the sword to meet the enemy.

Of course, He's brute force method wasn't out of the question; an expert always had their own magic tricks. It was a shame that even with He here, he couldn't claim to be able to break Bai Lin's defenses.

After all, Wu Zhilu has already realized that she is now the well-deserved "unparalleled in the world".

The scene returned to the poet, whose sword had been deflected, swerved, stabilizing himself and slashing at Bai Lin, attempting to push him back while also engaging him. In an instant, he went from being the attacker to the defender.

But was she still trying to repel the opponent while retreating? If this opponent wasn't "Bai Lin," she might have been somewhat intimidating, but here, it was absolutely useless. With a few swift swings of her shield, she pursued with the might of a tiger, forcing the opponent's attacks to no end. Pushing, shaking, and slamming, she shattered a large chunk of the shattered rock on this narrow, rocky mountain path. With fluidity and unstoppable force, she pressed forward.

But just when the pace of pursuit gradually stabilized, Bai Lin suddenly retracted, curled up his body slightly, moved the shield in his hand from the side to the front, and assumed a lowered posture.

This was a common tactic used by sword and shield players in solo combat. When facing an opponent with a relatively short weapon, they would first get close, then pull back to disrupt their attack rhythm, then strike out instantly before they left their attack range.

It was both unexpected and incredibly powerful, and from Bai Lin's wielder, it was a move that no ordinary person could possibly resist. But as Bai Lin finished building up her momentum and glanced up, she saw her opponent steady her blade at her side, unfazed by the sudden change in the clash. Clearly, the usual element of surprise had vanished. She seemed to have anticipated Bai Lin's retreat at this moment, having already anticipated everything the moment they separated.

This defied common sense and went beyond Bai Lin's plans. But was Bai Lin's martial arts prowess truly just a name? Even if she was seen through, there were ways to fight against it. She flashed out like a black shadow, then delivered a fierce blow that instantly exploded.

If she were hit by this collision, it would be a serious blow. Dodging head-on was almost impossible, and Bai Lin's aura almost locked her from the side. The sword in her back hand had already accumulated power. If she chose to dodge casually, it would only lead to a more tragic outcome than resisting head-on.

So, what would the bard do? A flash of blue light flashed by, and her figure instantly vanished. Like a swimming fish, she leaped into the air, perfectly dodging Bai Lin's attack.

At this point, even Bai Lin, a skilled warrior who didn't like to underestimate others, couldn't help but smirk. Facing an opponent with greater skill than oneself, leaping into the air was actually a bad strategy. Unless you believed you had some superior skills that gave you a better chance of success in mid-air, like Bai Lin's wall jumps, then that strategy could become a barely acceptable second choice.

Chapter 729 Experience Advantage

Simply put, this was an outrageous maneuver, a bit like someone who hadn't played this kind of match before. So, Bai Lin naturally lowered his shoulders, swung his right hand and slammed his shield to his left side, then spun around fiercely, his long blade and flaming light instantly darting out, slashing straight at the opponent's body.

This was a strike Bai Lin had planned long ago, but if the opponent was in mid-air, the power and accuracy would undoubtedly be increased. Judging from the current situation, her victory was already a foregone conclusion.

Even if she didn't kill him outright, she would inevitably cut his body in two. After all, when facing such an enemy, she would not hold back. As for asking for information, after being beheaded, the person would still be able to talk, so she probably could ask enough.

Just as the sharp edge was revealed, about to touch the opponent, a gust of hot, seemingly turbid wind suddenly swept in. It was the color of blood, but thicker than the dry yellow stain, a deep blood stain. Yet, like the wind, it was only a faint trace of bubbles, making it difficult to grasp its true form.

This gust of hot air actually disrupted the flames emanating from Bai Lin's hand, causing them to lose their shape. This shocked Bai Lin. Even in the face of the coldest temperatures and the strangest magical powers, the blade had never dimmed its brilliance. How could a mere stream of magical energy stop it?

An ominous aura and a sense of disharmony drifted towards Bai Lin on the wind. But even more puzzling was where this wind was coming from. Faced with the unusual situation, she stepped back, looking in the direction the wind was coming from, and was surprised to discover that this so-called "wind" was actually coming from within the mountain.

What is going on here?

We'll advance time slightly, rewinding to the moment Bai Lin swung her shield, striking the mountain. At that moment, having missed her target, Bai Lin withdrew her force, but her power still managed to create a crack in the mountain, impacting higher up from the mountain's midsection.

The subtle vibrations shook down a special species of insects near the snowy mountains. They lived close to the mountainside, adapting to both cold and moderately high temperatures. During the night, they stored a significant amount of heat in their bodies, using it to survive the cold nights near the snowy mountains.

A swarm of insects descended, one of them hitting the ground squarely, bouncing into the breach Bai Lin had opened. Despite their unique adaptability, insects couldn't directly withstand the contents of the mountain. After struggling for a moment, the opponent exploded, releasing the stored heat within its body and causing the contents of the mountain to vibrate momentarily.

At the same moment, the traces of Bai Lin's battle with the bard were leaving mottled marks on the mountainside, and the contents were subtly stirred to the edge of a small hole. Of course, it wouldn't leak out easily, otherwise there wouldn't be so many residents nearby. But as luck would have it, a refreshing night breeze happened to pass through the treetops, carrying this scent with it and wafting out.

With so many coincidences, a precise closed loop was formed, perfectly blocking Bai Lin's attack. It seemed ridiculous and unreasonable, but like the poet's appearance, it seemed so reasonable in her.

It seems that all of this is supposed to exist, it is "God's will".

Of course, Bai Lin couldn't possibly understand this; she simply found it incredibly strange. However, her primary goal wasn't to understand a problem she couldn't analyze, but to devise a strategy.

Since the magic power released externally might be disturbed by the matter emanating from the mountain... to avoid such unexpected factors, I have several weapons available. I can try using dual swords to imbue them with the same elements, or I can use boxing gloves that have little connection with magic power, or I can disassemble the katana and continue to fight with sword and shield.

Bai Lin chose the last option. After some reflection, she clearly sensed that her opponent was far from the simple opponent she had previously suspected. Her leap into the air wasn't due to inexperience, but rather to her anticipation that Bai Lin's strike would be blocked in that manner.

In such an unclear situation, there were only two best options. One was to use Dragon Spear to instantly kill the opponent, but this method could be disrupted and would be difficult to kill immediately with a burst of attack, so Bai Lin ruled it out. The other option was to expose as little ability as possible and slowly understand the opponent's abilities.

Although a protracted war was not what Bai Lin wanted to see, as an undead she was definitely very good at it, so she still chose this.

At this moment, the opponent's figure appeared from behind the mountain. The poet once again took the initiative to swing her sword at Bai Lin, seemingly not feeling much pressure from being suppressed by Bai Lin. Bai Lin felt a little dissatisfied, but he still calmly took up his stance and immediately attacked.

With the back-and-forth attacks, Bai Lin quickly gained the upper hand with his martial arts experience. However, the unexpected still happened.

As a martial arts expert, Bai Lin was naturally extremely sensitive to the ground beneath her feet. She anticipated that the rock she was standing on would collapse under the pressure of the intense fighting. She struck out with a powerful blow just before the rock fell, depressing the opponent's center of gravity and preventing him from escaping immediately. She then leaped back a great distance, landing steadily on the edge of a prominent rock.

Then, once again, she saw with her own eyes that the rock had fallen precisely at her opponent's feet, and then stopped moving. Though it was slightly loose, it seemed to be caught by something, preventing it from breaking. The opponent, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to this, making no attempt to move. Or perhaps, she had known the rock would only break here; she didn't need to leave. Everything was just right.

Despite her unusual circumstances, Bai Lin was undoubtedly the best choice from a martial arts perspective. She dashed forward, slashing downwards from above, instantly charging towards the opponent. However, as she leaped, the rock beneath the poet's feet was shattered. She instantly vanished from the spot, naturally deviating from Bai Lin's attack path.

Chapter 730: The Fight Was Disgusting

As she fell, she slammed her foot into the rock face. A pale blue light streamed through her windbreaker, carrying the poet's body with it. With her sword flipping, she soared into the air, attacking Bai Lin, who was still absorbed in the previous attack. Suddenly, Bai Lin was in danger.

What the hell is this? What kind of collection of low-probability events is this? It’s disgusting, isn’t it?

Bai Lin was furious at the moment. It was like a top student who studied hard and got a score of around 90, but the poor student at the next table, Mengta, got a higher score by chance. Naturally, the operator wouldn't be happy.

Fortunately, Bai Lin's control was indeed strong. She curled slightly in mid-air, swept the flaming light in her hand, and plunged her long sword directly into the crack in the wall. The resistance created by the handle instantly reduced her diving momentum. Then, her body turned half a circle around the blade, dodging the opponent's blade's pursuit and dissipating the remaining force of her dive.

Finally, Bai Lin's body rushed out from the rocks, falling to the ground with the long sword. As soon as she stood firm, the opponent's pursuit attacked again, leaving her no chance to breathe.

And so, the cycle began, round after round. The bard would attack—Bai Lin would gain the upper hand through skill—and then something inexplicably strange would happen, putting her back on the losing side. Honestly, Bai Lin wasn't hurt at all by the bard, so it was hard to say who had the upper hand. But if you were to say they were evenly matched, it didn't seem quite right.

Bai Lin knew full well that with her own strength, it wouldn't be difficult to defeat the opponent. However, she felt a sense of powerlessness that surrounded her, and it was an elusive and indescribable feeling.

What kind of ability is this?

As the battle intensified, Bai Lin, though unharmed and in good spirits, was covered in dust from the smoke and dust, looking far more disheveled than the man in the revolutionary suit. Indeed, Bai Lin was exerting ten times the effort of his opponent, reversing the situation from which he had inexplicably fallen.

However, after a few rounds, Bai Lin had figured out some things. Although he couldn't guess the essence of the ability, the specific content of the ability was ruled out as manipulating the mountain, and it was related to "luck" or something like that.

If she could directly call upon the mountains, Bai Lin could obviously let some rock pillars hit her during her dive attack. In this way, Bai Lin could only block the attack of the rock plate in the air, and the probability of being damaged by the blade below would be greatly increased.

The coincidence of these unexpected events was almost too high. Each time, it perfectly allowed the poet to dodge the attack, defuse the situation, and place Bai Lin in a delicate position. After all, as a martial arts master, he was adept at grasping these "subtle" situations. For example, a punch to the mountain would only kill a mosquito clinging to the rock face.

So, of course, she also understood the difficulty of this operation. The other party had no need, and did not look like someone who could accomplish this by manipulating the mountain. Therefore, Bai Lin could only define it as a more vague ability.

So far, it seems the opponent's abilities are limited to self-preservation, always intervening just when Bai Lin is about to succeed. Is it because they can't achieve a better result, so they're limiting Bai Lin? Or is this situation just... within the opponent's expectations?

At this thought, Bai Lin's understanding of her opponent's motives began to blur. She seemed to discard these fuzzy thoughts. Gritting her teeth, she slashed fiercely at the poet with her blade. But the poet, as if anticipating this, leaped forward, creating distance, and then stood still.

"That's enough, Holy Son. You don't need to speculate about my abilities, let alone understand my motives. We are not enemies."

That special sound gradually came out of her mouth. It sounded a little more chaotic than before, but it still maintained its original momentum. When Bai Lin heard this, his eyebrows jumped instantly and he questioned her.

"Huh? First you gave me a reason to attack, then you attacked me directly. Now you're asking for peace? I can hear that your breathing isn't as steady as before. I don't know what special ability you have that can keep annoying me, but if this fight continues, I don't think I'll lose."

Of course, this was merely a way to maintain the status quo. The opponent's abilities might be more than just this. After all, they seemed mysterious and ethereal, so they couldn't be underestimated. They could be easily defeated in a split second. Bai Lin was well aware of this. However, when it came to making threats, Bai Lin naturally had to be incredibly ruthless.

"That's because I understand you, which is why I made this choice. If I were to talk to you alone, it would be very difficult to gain your trust. Even if I offered you a high salary, you would still be tempted by money to make a living, and you would always be wary."

That's true. If Bai Lin hadn't seen the inter-ethnic bond with the Lizardmen, she wouldn't have been able to open up to them. Just like when she met Angelina, even when she was dying, Bai Lin still harbored doubts. In this alien world, the walls of her heart were not thin.

Seeing that Bai Lin did not attack rashly, the bard continued after saying this.

"But this situation is different. If your opponent is formidable, even if they can't necessarily defeat you, but still make you feel threatened, and if killing them might cost you a lot, then you'll be willing to listen to them. In short, if you can fight, then come and reason with me. Is that right?"

After hearing this, Bai Lin was silent for a while. But she quickly nodded in agreement and replied,

"That's about right. Since you have something, I wouldn't refuse if just exchanging a few words can avoid a dispute. Who wants to fight if they can avoid it?"

Bai Lin said this from the bottom of her heart. She was a otaku in her previous life. Fighting here was exhausting and tiring. How could she possibly like this kind of thing?

"This is indeed an effective way to make me willing to listen to your words. You are not wrong in this regard."

Chapter 731 It is indeed understandable

After a brief thought, Bai Lin quickly came to this conclusion. The murderous intent in her heart gradually subsided, and she simply glanced at the other person with a cautious and serious look. Then, she continued,

"However, you've left me with a lot of doubts. Since you're doing this just to talk to me, you'd better explain everything clearly."

"Of course I will do that. Since I've chosen to approach you in this way, I'll definitely explain everything in a way that you can best understand."

The poet spoke these words to Bai Lin very naturally. Then, she looked at Bai Lin and added four more words with more force:

"Please trust me."

At that moment, Bai Lin felt as if she had heard something familiar. It was as if she had heard the same words from someone before. The gaze behind the mask seemed so intense it penetrated the barrier and reflected back into Bai Lin's own eyes. She was startled for a moment, then nodded in response.

"Ah."

Just like that, Bai Lin inexplicably returned to her campsite with this strange guy, who she still couldn't figure out whether he was a friend or foe. Although the place was a bit messy due to the fight, Bai Lin still made a fire and asked him to sit down casually. By the way, she also took out her pair of broken copper and iron sword and shield and asked,

"You don't mind me carrying a weapon?"

Obviously, Bai Lin would not completely give up his hostility. But the other party had already put away his sword and looked like he had no intention of attacking her. She just nodded slightly at Bai Lin and replied,

"It doesn't matter, because I am very sure that the sword will not be swung at me again."

This somewhat arrogant declaration didn't cause Bai Lin any discomfort. Instead, she became even more curious about what the poet had to say. The poet, following Bai Lin's lead, slowly unfolded his narrative.

The poet himself comes from the other side of the "Heavenly Abyss", a race that is good at prophecy, Stella Pulgaard.

Rather than saying they're skilled at prophecy, perhaps it's more appropriate to describe them as born to prophesy. Just like some people, upon entering a boxing ring for the first time, are accustomed to the cheers and the collision of flesh; it's an innate aptitude. Their entire lives are tightly bound to the "future," and this so-called prophecy is completely part of their being.

The poet had known of Bai Lin's existence long before, and her goals mirrored those of Bai Lin. This time, she came to guide and assist Bai Lin towards the future...

"Wait a minute, you've already made me even more confused after just a few paragraphs. I won't ask any more questions, but first, you're from that tribe, you're definitely not human. Don't you control this world now? What else do you want to save?"

Bai Lin was the Son of God, the "Son of God" who had descended upon the human side. However, she had always wondered why someone on this alien side treated her differently. Were they trying to make peace with the humans? It didn't seem likely. And now, having caught someone talking so arrogantly, she had to question him immediately.

The other party replied slowly,