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Chapter 424 - 421: "Behold the Mystique of My Flame!

Chapter 424: Chapter 421: "Behold the Mystique of My Flame!

In the crowded hall, four people wearing masks walked among a throng dressed in bizarre and flamboyant costumes.

Su Ming’an listened somewhat speechlessly to the stage performer’s repetitious declaration, "I love you all!" in a tone overflowing with unwarranted sentimental anguish.

"Wow. They got this act together quickly, must be a professional troupe," Lin Yin touched her chin, "This event just happened a few days ago, and they’ve already got a stage play out. Those who generate electricity with love are truly terrifying."

"Hmm... It’s just not the same," Noel spread his hands, "That guy on the stage, he’s just shouting the lines mechanically; I don’t feel a thing. When Su Ming’an was on the walls of the Southern District, his speech was far more stirring. You simply can’t imitate that."

Lv Shu nodded in agreement.

Even over a live broadcast, those who had heard that speech could easily discern the vast difference between the two men.

Su Ming’an’s speech at the Southern District docks before the battle started was hailed by the members of the World Forum as the "textbook pre-war speech in an instance," and many Adventurer Players with Charm as their strategic focus were studying it.

It was a presentation mixed with rhetoric and emotion by the genuinely moved Su Ming’an, his tone much more composed than sad or angry, more like making a proclamation to everyone, reminding them—you have no escape now.

He awakened the solemn yet vague image of "love" within them, guiding their sensibilities and ideals, stirring their emotions with his own.

The spirit of fighting for one’s country, the will to struggle for Faith, the anger of territorial invasion, the despair of having relatives slaughtered...

These complex and authentic emotions were harsh to the extreme and yet profound in their depth.

These were feelings that pleasure-seeking imitator Players couldn’t evoke.

Su Ming’an’s original speech wasn’t filled with so many emotive words or intense feelings. The imitator on the stage was like a parrot echoing words, recklessly unleashing those unchannelled emotions, more like a despairing loud hailer who only knew how to wail, rather than a leader who could stir the emotions of the masses before a battle.

This person couldn’t even move the audience below him, let alone the souls of the Soul Hunters and citizens who were truly facing despairing death.

But after all, they were performing for love, merely imitating and performing.

One shouldn’t be too harsh on them.

From the audience’s reaction, they seemed to be quite receptive to it.

"Ming’an, go on! Kick him off and you take over. I guarantee you’ll have every single person in the audience in tears," Noel, always one to enjoy a spectacle, egged him on, pointing at the stage.

"Go! Quick, go. The real deal is right here, and that imitation up there is just too awkward," Lin Yin, relishing in mischief, immediately concurred.

"..." Su Ming’an: "Keep it down, will you?"

The hall was noisy, but not so much that nothing could be heard, rather it was like the din of a large supermarket; their raised voices could easily be overheard by those nearby.

As fate would have it, just at that moment, two individuals passed right by them.

Upon hearing Noel and Lin Yin’s incitements, both individuals paused in step simultaneously.

Seeing that things were taking a turn for the worse, Lin Yin quickly tried to backtrack, "Su Yu, maybe I shouldn’t call you Su Ming’an anymore, even though you insisted... it sounds pretty embarrassing when I say it..."

She strived to hide her just-too-excited speech, trying to pretend that she was merely reciting a line.

Su Ming’an glanced over; the two individuals showed no signs of leaving.

One of them even turned his head around to look in their direction.

Quite coincidentally, these two people were also wearing masks, one red and one blue.

"...Hmph."

A soft sneer came from beneath the red mask, and upon hearing it, Su Ming’an couldn’t help but feel speechless.

"Why is it you two?" Lin Yin immediately recognized the sound.

This familiar sneer had practically been etched into her DNA.

"Hmph." The person in the red mask, Plum Blossom Twice, sneered again, slightly lifting the corner of the mask, angling it towards Su Ming’an and his group.

Through the partially lifted corner, Su Ming’an was not surprised to see the person’s face.

Blond hair, sea-blue eyes, deep-set Western features, and facial lines softer than Edward’s.

In those eyes was a hint of disdain, and perhaps even a fear that he himself might not be fully aware of.

"Didn’t think you’d come to a place like this," Eni mocked, his target being Su Ming’an as he lifted a corner of his mask.

By his side, Flora also cautiously lifted a corner of her blue mask. This top player in the rankings, an Elemental Mage by occupation, was unexpectedly strolling around the venue with Eni.

Their movements were careful, forming a circle and shrinking into a corner near a stall to prevent people from noticing them and causing the kind of awful commotion no one wanted to see.

All of these people had heard each other’s voices from close range, so it was not surprising that Lin Yin, who spoke carelessly, drew their attention.

Lin Yin felt a bit vexed—why did she have to run into Eni of all people?

"I can’t come?" Su Ming’an responded to Eni.

"I just didn’t expect that the great Number One Player would come to such a crowded place, it’s practically suicide," Eni scoffed. "I thought you would be in the New World Guild, having your new bosses throw you a worldwide birthday bash. I see your name everywhere on the world forum, every street I pass by. Those people are about to celebrate like mad. Your birthday excites them more than their own mothers’. They might as well rename this place to ’Su Ming’an’s World’..."

His words were harsh, and he was quite impolite.

But the expressions on everyone’s faces grew increasingly bizarre.

After all, as harsh as Eni’s words were, the sourness of lemons in his speech wafted out the moment he opened his mouth.

"...Hmm." Su Ming’an said meaningfully, "Jealous."

Eni’s previously calm expression instantly twisted into something more fierce, like a cat arching its back in fury: "—I’m not jealous of you, don’t flatter yourself so much!"

"Goodbye," Su Ming’an waved his hand, having no intention of engaging further in this conversation.

Only when turning away did he notice that Eni was also dressed in signature gamer attire, a pure black T-shirt splattered with large patches of dark blue English letters, as if blue paint had been thrown onto it, with a heavy concentration.

It was unclear how this former noble young master from the house of Zhai Xing had come into contact with gamer culture.

"Su Ming’an." Eni did not follow. "In the Eighth World, I will definitely show you my true strength—just wait, I have already mastered the legendary Fire Mystery, and I will prove it to you—"

"Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah," Lin Yin played along on the side.