Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 640 - 51: Tool Duck Duck

Early winter had not yet brought the kind of cold that seeped into the marrow, but the walls of ice that surrounded them made this place feel like the polar regions.

The battle between the man and the three beasts inside the ice cave had long since stopped.

Tang Xian's breathing was somewhat heavy; even if the armored Tang was light, it was still an adult Lei Xiao. Though his physical strength had greatly increased, he could still feel a bit exhausted.

It could be considered as a way to resist the cold; only now, having stopped punching for a long time, did he begin to feel a bit cold.

Chaos fainted, then woke up, and then fainted again, only to wake up once more.

Obviously, this repeated process of fainting and waking up was controlled by Tang Xian.

To make it faint, he would strike with the side of his hand on its neck; to wake it up, he would stimulate other parts of its body.

After several rounds of this, Chaos was very groggy.

Besides Tang, up to now, there had been no other creature whose defensive power had been maxed out in the sea of consciousness yet still gave him trouble.

So the situation at hand was essentially game over.

"Do you feel the ethereal and illusory nature of the dream?"

"Does your brain feel groggy and heavy?"

"I told you it's a dream, you are a Sword Feather Duck, not some monster.

You're a duck that can't distinguish dream from reality, but it doesn't matter, you dreamt of me, so you must really miss the days when you were a duck, right?"

These words truly struck a chord with Chaos. It really missed the days when it was a duck, spending time peacefully by the creek, chatting about duck life, female ducks, and love.

Now what? It's still the same person, but when he swings his fists as large as sandbags, the pain hits deep in its soul.

Reality was already tough; why did the dreams have to be tough too?

Chaos really wanted to wake up.

But which was the dream, and which was reality?

In fact, many philosophers and poets throughout history have, in their loneliness, developed one form of mental illness or another.

After all, a sane person can differentiate whether they have become a butterfly or if the butterfly has become them.

But they found it difficult to do so. Despite this, their unusual ways of thinking and confusions imbued their bewilderment and speculation with a high level of philosophical depth.

Chaos was not a philosopher, even though its altercation with Tang Xian just now was quite philosophical.

But right now, it was indeed very confused, especially since with each waking moment, it was told that it was a duck, and indeed, its mind was filled with various memories of the Sword Feather Duck.

Chaos or Duck? Death or survival? Nightmare or reality?

With such a comparison, its heart already had a leaning.

"Does it hurt a lot? That means you are about to wake up. Your eyes are getting clearer and clearer. Soon you will be a carefree Sword Feather Duck again."

Being carefree is always relative; although Duck was fat and greasy and gradually lost respect within its group, these issues were nothing compared to the current woes of life and death.

The look in Chaos' eyes was not getting clearer; instead, due to multiple heavy blows to the head, it was getting more and more muddled.

Latter, Chaos suddenly realized something was amiss—where did the eyes come from? Without eyes, how could anyone say that their gaze was becoming clearer?

But then it became confused again—wasn't it a Sword Feather Duck? Didn't it have eyes?

The ice walls gradually thinned, as if they were powdered and blown away by the wind.

Bai Mansheng removed the ice walls because the battle was indeed over.

In her expectation, the battle would likely have been very difficult. In fact, judging by Chaos' displayed destructive power and defensive power, it should have been so.

She silently summarized her thoughts: the outcome and duration of previous battles also depended on how soon Tang Xian could use his truly powerful offensive capability.

That terrifying force capable of effortlessly ripping apart any defense.

However, today she learned a new knowledge—hypnosis.

To be precise, physical hypnosis.

That was indeed in line with Tang Xian's style of solving problems with violence.

If violence couldn't solve the problem, it meant the opponent was more violent than you.

This, of course, was not Tang Xian's problem. Looking at Chaos' face without features, Bai Mansheng felt that if Chaos could have expressions, it would probably be very confused and astonished, as if it had been given truth serum and then subjected to a plethora of nonsensical settings.

An hour passed quite naturally.

What pleased Tang Xian was that as soon as Chaos' powers recovered, it couldn't wait to turn back into the form of a Sword Feather Duck.

That was a sign of a desire to survive.

Even though it was still unconscious, at the level of consciousness, it yearned to become a Sword Feather Duck again.

Subsequently, Tang retreated from Tang Xian's body and transformed back into the young man with the always stiff expression.

"Did you seek out this child, planning from the beginning to have him serve as your armor?"

Tang Xian didn't expect Bai Mansheng to ask this as her first question.

He nodded honestly.

Meanwhile, Tang, expressionless, paid no mind, instead solemnly staring at Chaos as it transformed back into Duck, the Sword Feather Duck.

This was the first time he had seen someone tackle Chaos with such simple and brutal methods.

The power of Chaos was actually very strong. If it were not for the special timing of today, the only day in a month when it couldn't transform, Tang Xian would have been facing not just a single Chaos, but many creatures with strange abilities.

Visit freёnovelkiss.com for the 𝑏est n𝘰vel reading experience.

Bai Mansheng said angrily: