Chapter 185 Catching the light

Author: Mercury Ring

Chapter 185 Catching the light

"Ruger will draw his sword and fail."

"Same for you, Theresia."

"You can't draw the sword, no matter what, because you are so empty and arrogant, and because you can't recognize yourself."

"You don't have the awareness to take on that mission."

"Xia Ming, you...what are you talking about?"

In the square where the wind and snow were raging, the crowd was silent, and Luger stood in the center of the square, becoming everyone's last hope.

Theresia looked at Xia Ming in shock and trembling, her pupils swaying slightly, causing ripples of sadness.

Xia Ming ignored it and continued as if prophesying:

"Your so-called confidence and determination are just false and inflated confidence that you got from me. I gave you the illusion that you are omnipotent and that you have defeated yourself."

"You want to stand up like the Valkyries of the past generations when everyone is in despair, give everyone hope, and enjoy everyone's attention and admiration. However, you will fail. You will finally realize your arrogance, insignificance, and weakness. But at the same time, evil

The dragon will come with an army of ice and snow monsters to kill Luger, kill everyone, kill Trid, and kill me."

"Xia Ming, you...what are you talking about?"

Theresia's body shook more and more, and her voice trembled violently, but it revealed a powerless weakness.

Xia Ming spoke to her heart word by word, piercing her weaknesses and breaking through the mask of arrogance.

"You...you are kidding me, right?" She closed her hands unconsciously and looked into his eyes as if praying.

"I'm talking about our future, our tragic ending. Theresia, I'm not kidding you."

His expression became so cold and his voice became so calm, as if he was telling a cold and undeniable fact, a future that frightened her but seemed destined.

The eyes that looked at her calmly lost the tenderness and warmth of the past, and were so deep and calm that it scared her and made her timid.

"The future? The ending?" Her pupils were trembling violently, and her teeth were trembling.

"So Theresia, are you afraid? Afraid?"

Xia Ming looked at her shaken expression quietly.

"You seem to have recognized the fact that you are unbearable and weak in advance."

Such a strange Xia Ming, such a cold and heartless Xia Ming, but in his own perception, Xia Ming's kindness towards him burned like fire.

Why?

Why did it suddenly become like this?

"Theresia, now, do you still have the courage to draw the sword knowing that you have failed?"

Xia Ming pushed her from the edge of the crowd to the center of the square.

Theresia stumbled and looked at the surprised looks of everyone present, those eyes that were focused on her again.

It was obviously time to stand up at this time, boost everyone's hope and morale, and enjoy everyone's enthusiasm and admiration, but at this moment, these eyes were as piercing as needles.

Because her balloon-like self-confidence had been punctured by Xia Ming first.

Hesitate, hesitate, hesitate, hesitate.

Xia Ming was right. Her self-confidence was based on his support and encouragement. When she lost this dependence, she suddenly found that she was not as confident and brave as she thought.

Can self-confidence built by relying on others be considered self-confidence?

She lowered her head and looked at the cold snow under her feet. She did not dare to look into the eyes of everyone around her.

Xia Ming continued to push her and pushed her in front of the Red Flame Sword.

"Theresia, draw your sword. Isn't this what you have always wanted?"

"Xia Ming...I..."

Theresa tremblingly grabbed the corner of his clothes, like a drowning person grabbing the last straw.

Her voice was trembling and erratic to the point of being almost non-existent, full of weakness and grievance. She raised her head tremblingly, and her eyes, which were rippling with water and filled with mist, were so heart-wrenching and pitiful.

I beg you.

Comfort me.

encourage me.

Her weak eyes were full of such prayers.

Xia Ming grabbed her hand, pulled the hem of clothes out of her hand, and then pressed her hand on the hilt of the Red Flame Sword.

"Draw your sword, you have no right to escape anymore, Theresia."

The howling wind and snow blurred and lengthened Xia Ming's voice, and a black shadow covering the sky descended with terrifying and cold power.

The earth resounded with rumbling vibrations and roars, and the army of monsters ferociously smashed into houses and buildings one after another, surrounding everyone.

Everything was as Xia Ming predicted.

Theresia looked up at Xia Ming in fear and panic.

Xia Ming just looked at her, looking at her calmly.

"Theresia, draw your sword."

"Or, watch Trid and I die in front of you."

The unprecedented pressure made the girl's heart tremble and her fingers holding the sword hilt twisted.

This was a much greater pressure and fear than all the dangerous disasters she had experienced before, and all the things that made her uneasy and unhappy.

She saw Luge organizing everyone to carry out a futile resistance.

She saw her familiar companions and everyone in the Yuhuo organization dying one by one under the claws of the monster, their blood reflecting red on the pale earth.

She saw two cold gazes falling from the sky. They were playful and cold, as innocent and cruel as a child pouring boiling water into an ant nest.

If you can't draw the sword...

Brother... will die.

Xia Ming...will die.

Everyone...will die.

She tightened her grip on the cold hilt of the sword, but her body was shaking so badly.

She tried hard to muster up the courage, but all that was left in her heart was a humble prayer, praying for the response of the Red Flame Sword.

She pushed upwards and exerted all her strength, but found that the Red Flame Sword was motionless and could not be pulled out no matter what.

Even if she uses her psychic powers, even if she uses all her strength.

Can't do it.

She really can't do it.

She raised her head and saw Xia Ming still looking at her calmly. There was no disappointment, but no warm encouragement either.

"I'm sorry, Xia Ming..." She cried, tears welling up in her eyes.

That confident and heroic girl, that spirited girl, was sitting on her knees in front of him at this moment, with her beautiful fiery red hair covered in white snow, and her pale cheeks only showing regretful pity.

Did I... push it too far?

Or am I not using the right method?

"Theresia, stand up. Before the evil dragon gets tired of this game and the monsters under its command kill everyone, you still have many chances to try and muster up courage."

Wait...a game?

Xia Ming suddenly caught the light in his mind.

But we can only wait until next week to verify it.

In the end, the evil dragon didn't even take action. The violent monster killed Trid and Xia Ming in front of Theresia.

The girl still didn't draw her sword.

Because the Red Flame Sword does not need a master who has lost all self-confidence and has a broken heart.

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