The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 1058 - 1055: The Kill

The voice of the Fog Celestial King echoed once again.

Qin Hao squinted his eyes.

This time, he fixed his gaze on a certain spot intensely.

There, a figure was faintly visible, it seemed the Fog Celestial King was hiding there.

"He must have used a technique, infusing his inner strength into his throat and then dispersing the sound. That’s why I can’t find him."

Qin Hao pondered seriously: "So, is that figure in front really him? Can I really injure him?"

Qin Hao was not one to hesitate.

He acted as soon as he thought, bending down to pick up a dry branch from the ground, and flicking his wrist.

Whish!

The branch shot out like a dart, accurately hitting the figure.

No scream, no cry of pain, the figure disappeared, the branch was nowhere to be seen.

Although the attack clearly failed again, Qin Hao’s eyes lit up somewhat.

No, that figure just now was definitely not real!

When he threw the dart earlier, he deliberately paid close attention, confirming that figure showed no signs of dodging.

This means, what the Fog Celestial King said about evading with speed was completely false!

Could it be that it was just formed by the mist?

But why do I always feel that the figure truly exists?

While Qin Hao was puzzled, the surrounding mist grew thicker.

"Heh heh heh, young man, I’m getting a bit angry now. If you don’t surrender soon, you’ll die in no time!"

The voice of the Fog Celestial King was taunting, as if a mischievous hunter had encountered an unfortunate prey. "See, the mist is getting thicker. Next time I strike, you’ll be dead!"

Qin Hao, who was lost in thought, was suddenly jolted back to reality by the Fog Celestial King’s voice.

There shouldn’t be mist at night.

Even if there was mist, it wouldn’t thicken under the Fog Celestial King’s control.

Why is this happening?

Could it be caused by him?

With this thought, Qin Hao confirmed the answer.

Fog Celestial King, as the name implies, possesses the ability to create things.

Could it be that I’m in an illusion array?

"No!" Qin Hao quickly rejected this hypothesis, "If I were in an array, there would be traces of the array’s operations around."

Now Qin Hao felt that the surroundings were empty.

This was enough to prove that he was not in an array.

Then, what is actually happening?

As Qin Hao unraveled the threads of his thoughts, an answer emerged, bringing a smile of joy to his lips.

...

Not far from Qin Hao, a pair of eyes was hidden in the mist.

These eyes were sharp and cruel.

Like a starving wolf gazing at its prey.

This was where the Fog Celestial King’s body was.

He wasn’t in a hurry to make a move.

Because there was no need to rush to kill Qin Hao.

Compared to the many opponents he had killed before.

Qin Hao was undoubtedly the strongest.

Against such an opponent, the Fog Celestial King remained cautious.

"No need to act, just wait until his patience runs out, then strike secretly. He will die... no, become a fool..."

Thinking of this, the Fog Celestial King’s mouth revealed two sharp teeth.

Just then, as there was a change before him, the previously still Qin Hao suddenly moved.

He raised his hand, and struck his forehead fiercely.

This action amounted to self-harm.

Under normal circumstances, the Fog Celestial King would have mocked with glee.

But now, he stared in shock, shouting: "Are you crazy? What are you doing!"

Qin Hao ignored him, continuing to mercilessly hit his own forehead, while his other hand hammered at his chest.

The Fog Celestial King forgot himself: "Stop, you lunatic, if you must die, die at my hands! What kind of hero commits suicide?"

Clearly, Qin Hao should have been anxious, yet the situation flipped.

Now, the Fog Celestial King was deeply worried by Qin Hao’s "suicidal" actions.

Qin Hao was merely testing. Upon hearing the Fog Celestial King’s voice, he confirmed his reasoning.

A cold smile appeared on his lips, his hand imbued with Thunderbolt, which turned out to be the Wumei Finger.

"So it turns out, it was all an illusion mirror!"

With those words, his finger pointed at his own forehead.

No pain came, and the thick mist before him instantly vanished.

As Qin Hao’s view returned, standing before him was an emaciated old man.

The Fog Celestial King’s stature was shorter than imagined, his face much more wrinkled than imagined. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Now, the Fog Celestial King’s face was full of terror, blood and tears flowing from his eyes.

He cried hoarsely: "How did you see through it?"

Qin Hao’s expression was indifferent: "There are no traces of an array around this mist. Your speed was too uncanny."

"Uncanny? Is anyone faster than you considered uncanny?" The Fog Celestial King’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Exactly." Qin Hao replied earnestly, "Because I believe no one’s speed is faster than mine in this world."

The Fog Celestial King laughed, a particularly sorrowful laugh.

Now that the illusion mirror was broken, his mind suffered incredibly severe trauma, his ability to move greatly diminished, escape seemed impossible.

Qin Hao said coldly: "You are a descendant of the Witch Race, using the Witch Race’s unique secret technique—the Illusion Mirror Kill!"

"Correct." The Fog Celestial King did not hide anything, frankly admitting, "Since the moment you entered the forest, I have been using illusion techniques on you."

His expression suddenly turned sorrowful: "I never thought my illusion techniques, renowned throughout my life, would ultimately be defeated by you."

Qin Hao solemnly said: "Such illusions, when I first read about them in books, I didn’t believe in them at all. Earlier, had it not been a fortunate coincidence, I might not have realized it."

"Was it that I said too much?" The Fog Celestial King’s tone was self-mocking.

Qin Hao nodded: "Yes, if you had kept attacking, I would have struggled to remain calm and think, and it would have been highly likely that I would die within your illusion mirror."

Illusions cannot harm the physical body, but can damage the mind.

If Qin Hao were killed by the Fog Celestial King inside the illusion mirror, his mind would wither, turning him into what the medical field calls a vegetable.

This was why he couldn’t kill the Fog Celestial King.

Because those figures just now were all fakes created by the illusion mirror.

The illusion mirror was the Fog Celestial King’s world, Qin Hao had no chance of winning within it.

The only way was to escape the illusion mirror.

Thus, he chose self-harm, breaking the illusion that clouded his vision, ultimately returning to reality successfully.

"Clever."

This was the only thing the Fog Celestial King could say.

"Thank you."

Qin Hao cupped his fist in respect. It was his first encounter with illusion techniques, and he had been pushed to a very despairing point.

The opponent’s strength was formidable enough to deserve this admiration.

"You are remarkable!"

These were the Fog Celestial King’s last words left in the world.

Then a streak of light flashed, his body split in two, blood gushing out continuously.

When Qin Hao left, there was blood on the finger draped at his waist.

And in the bamboo forest behind, there was no more mist.

Only blood.

...

The villa was larger than expected.

Judging from the surrounding scenery, it could certainly be considered a small garden.

Qin Hao relied on his consciousness to avoid getting lost on the path.

He walked for a while, and a bridge appeared before him.

The bridge was only fifteen meters long, with gentle streams flowing beneath. On both sides of the bridge were stretches of lotus flowers.

At the end of the bridge stood a person.