The hermit frowned as he sized up Zhou Wen. The more he looked at him, the more familiar he found him, as though he had seen him somewhere before.
However, if it was someone he had seen before, the hermit was very confident in his memory. It was impossible for him to not recall it.
Furthermore, to be able to remain so composed in front of him wasn't something an ordinary person could do. After all, his entire body's rhythm resonated with the world. It was impossible for ordinary people to face him so easily.
It was even more impossible for such a person to be easily forgotten.
It wasn't that the hermit couldn't recognize Zhou Wen, but because the person impersonating Zhou Wen had slowly changed their temperament, looks, and figure over the past five years.
As it was a gradual change, it was a subtle change. Furthermore, it was only a slight adjustment, allowing others to slowly accept the feeling that Zhou Wen was supposed to be like this.
Now that the real Zhou Wen had appeared, coupled with the changes in his appearance and temperament over the past five years, it was difficult for others to connect him to "Zhou Wen" unless they were very familiar with him.
The hermit had only seen Zhou Wen's photos and images in the past. To be able to find him familiar was already very sharp.
"How may I address you?" The hermit couldn't tell Zhou Wen's origins, nor could he tell from his attire and the items on him. Therefore, he asked.
"My name isn't important. What's important is who I am," Zhou Wen said.
"Who are you?" The hermit was rather patient as he asked again.
"I'm Mingxiu's coach," Zhou Wen answered seriously.
"So what?" The hermit stared at Zhou Wen as he pressed his middle finger on his thumb, secretly gathering strength between his fingers.
"So if you came for Mingxiu, you can return now," Zhou Wen said.
When Belle heard Zhou Wen's words, she felt that he must be crazy. Such a tone made it seem as though he didn't think anything of the hermit. It was as though as long as he was around, the hermit wouldn't harm Mingxiu.
The hermit's eyes turned sharp as he stared coldly at Zhou Wen and said, "I can return, but that depends on if you really have what it takes."
With that said, the hermit's fingers in his sleeve moved.
After all, he was one of the four supervisors of the League of Defender. If he were to be scared off by a few words, how could he gain a foothold in the League of Defender?
However, the hermit didn't plan on fighting Zhou Wen head-on. In fact, that wasn't his specialty.
As the hermit flicked his finger, an invisible particle flew towards Zhou Wen.
Hermits were experts in micro abilities. In this era, many people were pursuing greater and stronger abilities. Huge monsters that looked like giant dragons attracted the attention of most people. They longed to possess such great power.
Hermit, on the other hand, was different. Although he also sought to become stronger, at the same time, he sought to be small.
"What determines strength and weakness are often insignificant things." This had always been the Hermit's belief. In fact, he had never been wrong.
Relying on his micro ability, the hermit had defeated many powerful opponents. Some of his opponents were no weaker than him, but even if their strengths were equal, his micro ability still gave him a great advantage.
It was so tiny that even a Terror-grade couldn't see it. Once it entered the body, it could erupt with terrifying power, catching people off guard.
This crystalline crystal was already so small that it was in the ammeter range. Terror-grade creatures might not be able to see its existence because it was too small.
However, if such a small crystalline crystal really entered the body, it didn't even need to enter the body. As long as it approached Zhou Wen, the explosive power would be enough to severely injure a Terror-grade creature.
Although Zhou Wen was only casually standing in front of the door, his Life Wheel had already engraved the Heaven-Opening Scripture of the Highest Elder, Brahma, and the Godfiend Era. However, he didn't make them appear.
The enhanced perception that Brahma gave Zhou Wen was enough for him to see matter at the quark level. Although the hermit's crystalline crystal was tiny, it couldn't escape Zhou Wen's perception.
The crystalline crystal flew towards Zhou Wen's mouth. When it tried to burrow into his mouth, it blasted his head apart.
Seeing that the crystalline crystal was already by Zhou Wen's lips, he didn't do anything. However, the hermit wasn't happy at all. Instead, he felt uneasy.
In the next instant, Zhou Wen opened his mouth and the clown face appeared on his face. With a strange smile, he swallowed the crystalline crystal.
The uneasiness in the hermit's heart intensified. He desperately retreated, but it was still too late.
The crystalline crystal that had been devoured by the clown mask strangely appeared behind him. As he retreated, he immediately slammed into the crystalline crystal, causing it to explode.
Bam!
One of the hermit's arms was blasted into a bloody mist. This was even with the hermit's extremely fast reaction and control of the crystalline crystal. Otherwise, his entire body would have been blasted apart.
The hermit clutched his bloody severed arm. Without uttering a single word, he turned around and attempted to flee.
"If you wish to die, continue fleeing," Zhou Wen said indifferently, having no intention of chasing after the hermit.
However, the hermit didn't flee again. He stopped in his tracks and didn't dare take another step.
"Whose order was it to kill Mingxiu?" Zhou Wen asked.
"No order. Mingxiu is an enemy of the League of Defender to begin with. He doesn't need any orders," the hermit said.
"Does that mean you want to kill Mingxiu yourself?" Zhou Wen asked again.
"You can say that," the hermit said through gritted teeth.
"Then stay here and guard Mingxiu. If Mingxiu lives, you live. If Mingxiu dies, you die too until Mingxiu allows you to leave." With that said, Zhou Wen turned around and returned to the lounge.
Belle watched Zhou Wen walk back in a daze as though she had seen a ghost. She couldn't help but take two steps back, feeling somewhat horrified.
She even saw the hermit with the severed arm still standing there. He really hadn't left and was guarding the door.
"Who … Who are you?" Belle looked at Zhou Wen in surprise and finally couldn't help but ask.
She hadn't seen Zhou Wen take action at all. It was as though Zhou Wen had only stood there and said a few words to the hermit before one of the hermit's arms suddenly exploded.
Then, because of Zhou Wen's words, one of the four heavenly kings of the League of Defender, the hermit, was actually standing at the door as a guard. This made her feel like she was living in a dream.
"Mingxiu's coach." Zhou Wen didn't wish to say his name because there was another Zhou Wen in the An family.
"You … You …" Belle stammered for a long time but couldn't think of anything to say. Or perhaps it could be said that she had too many questions to ask.
She suddenly recalled that Zhou Wen and Tsukuyomi's sword techniques were very ordinary. Back then, Belle had imagined that they were jealous of Mingxiu, but now, she suddenly realized that they were speaking the truth.
"Who the hell is he? Is there such a powerful existence among humans? I don't think I saw him use a Guardian, nor did I see any characteristics of a dimensional creature on him. Could he be a pure-blooded human? Impossible. It's impossible for him to be a pure-blooded human. He must have hidden himself well and fused with a Guardian or dimensional creature. I just can't tell … Belle looked at Zhou Wen and then at the hermit standing outside the door. Everything was so unreal.
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