"I said, 'What do you want with Isabella at my house?'"

Wang Xiaole raised his hand and exerted more force on the branch he held, causing an increasing sense of pressure on the man's cheek as time went on.

The small wooden weapon, with the power of his own strength, became as sharp as a fast sword!

It turned out that his previous concern about Isabella's whereabouts was a correct reaction;

Otherwise, he wouldn't have used special means to listen to the sounds around him afterwards.

In this world created by Wang Xiaole, no matter how far apart, anything that happened anywhere in this world could not escape his five senses.

When Isabella met a strange man and said the words "so real" to him, he realized that something was wrong.

How could someone like him, who hated trouble, make a convincing NPC?

He felt something strange and didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately rushed out of the sheltered house and quickly headed to the girl's side.

Wang Xiaole immediately slammed the man against the wall.

After carefully observing the man's reaction, he determined that the man was not an NPC created by himself, but a person with self-awareness.

Even though the man couldn't move his head, the resistance of his body did not stop;

After sniffing the scent around Wang Xiaole's body with his trembling nose, the man's facial expression suddenly twisted.

"It's you! Finally found you..."

From his tone, it seemed that the man knew him, but Wang Xiaole searched through all his memories and couldn't find any relevant information.

That's because he never made friends with people who were more handsome than himself.

"Do you know me? Aiyo, where do we know each other? If it's a bond formed in the exam room due to cheating, I can only ruthlessly cut it off."

"Stop pretending. You bastard, you stole someone else's fiancée and now you're pretending like nothing happened!"

What the hell was he talking about? The topic was so damn outrageous.

"At some point, I actually did such an exciting thing. Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that I would forget about a romantic past..."

"Jokes aside, is there a possibility that you really did it?"

Isabella took the opportunity to speak, not meaning to be sarcastic, but sincerely believing that it wouldn't be strange for Wang Xiaole's personality to do such things in the past.

However, she didn't know:

The girl in front of her, when he was still a boy, was not originally a native of the United Continent;

How could someone born in the Heavenly Kingdom take away someone's wife?

Without understanding this, any accusation of stealing someone would be groundless!

Unfortunately, the obviously irritable man was now in a state of madness where he wouldn't listen to anything anyone said.

The wall that was deformed by his impact shook violently from the bottom, and the surrounding space seemed to ripple along with it, all because of the man's trembling body.

"I've always wanted to break your limbs, crush every bone in your body, and think about it day and night... And now you've walked right into my hands!"

"Let's be clear, this is my domain, even if you 'walked right into it,' it's still my home."

The man didn't plan to continue the boring word game. With his freed left hand, he grabbed the branch against his face.

If it was in the outside world, after being stabbed with such force on the side of his face, half of his face would definitely be ruined;

But here, after all, it was an illusion created out of thin air by Wang Xiaole. The "people" that appeared couldn't have a physical body, and there were no tangible real objects;

Due to this reason, any harm that the man suffered would not be visible to the naked eye, but the man would still be injured;

Once the injuries accumulated to a certain degree, he had to leave the world of illusion.

The reason was related to the current form the man was maintaining.

The "form" here was naturally not solid, liquid, or gas, but rather distinguished as "person with a body" and "person with consciousness."

Wang Xiaole and Isabella, who were temporarily staying here, couldn't be described as souls.

Strictly speaking, both of them represent the spirit of their respective bodies, in other words, they are the kind of people who only have consciousness.

People who have a body must enter this world;

Unless someone temporarily separates their spirit from their body and allows the consciousness part of their spirit to enter the dream world.

The man obviously broke in using the above method;

He only has one goal, which is the life of the person in front of him.

With a powerful clashing sound, the tree branch held in Wang Xiaole's hand broke from the point of force, making a buzzing sound like a broken sword edge.

"Kill you!"

A row of high walls collapsed, and in the swirling smoke, Wang Xiaole saw the man holding the knife slashing horizontally;

Without a weapon, he swiftly jumped into the air to avoid the slash;

The man then launched a counterattack, and at that moment, Isabella flicked her wrist and threw her own staff.

"Use this for now."

"Isabella's gift probably can't be described as 'for now'."

After these words, Wang Xiaole returned to the ground, and the man in white who had chased him into the air also landed quickly.

Although the latter was not as stable as the former, he staggered a few steps and used the long spear to support his swaying body.

The two locked eyes, madness filling the air;

Now, Wang Xiaole decided to use one-fifth of his full strength;

If he insisted too much, he wouldn't have enough power to maintain the illusion, and he wouldn't be able to play with the Queen happily.

At this moment, raindrops were stirred up by their momentum, swirling and flying in the sky;

Just as a drop of crystal clear rain was about to fall on his forehead, the knife moved, and the staff pointed up!

Wang Xiaole thrust his staff, and the man on the opposite side dragged his knife to counter, the staff moving like a dragon;

The opponent who was not far away took three steps and then two steps, turning his right hand and gripping the knife with both hands. Suddenly, his body rotated and the blade, carrying a killing intent, slashed down.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the long staff held by Wang Xiaole swept in the air, deflecting the incoming blade;

Then he twisted his body, misstepped, and lifted his one hand to make a jump, causing the staff to sweep upward;

Although the staff did not touch the ground, a deep crack was already cut by the momentum near the landing spot.

The man reacted quickly, kicking his right foot up and using it to launch a reverse strike, controlling the tip of the knife to clash head-on with Wang Xiaole's attack.

As mentioned before:

"Consciousness," this intangible thing, can still be injured. The specific explanation needs to start with a common saying:

People often say "my spirit has been hurt," where "spirit" and "consciousness" belong to the same concept;

The three elements that make up the human body:

Body, soul, spirit

All three can be injured, but usually only under specific circumstances can real harm be done.

To understand it in terms of the states of matter (solid, liquid, gas):

The body is like a solid, the soul is like a gas, and the spirit is like a pure liquid;

If you want to destroy the liquid, you don't necessarily have to evaporate it, but staining it with ink is a good way.

In this vast illusory world, invisible attacks can cause damage to the spirit. Every attack made by anyone is equivalent to a "drop of ink";

If the liquid (the spirit) is eroded by too many ink dots (injury), it will be destroyed. In order to prevent the worst outcome, the spirit must leave this place;

This is Wang Xiaole's only purpose, to use a large amount of damage to force the man to roll out of this world!

The two clashed and their bodies crossed each other.

After blocking the attack, the man in white stomped on the ground with his left foot, using a rotation of his body to stand on one foot;

Wang Xiaole also retreated his staff, bent down, twisted his body, and then thrust the pointed end of the staff, like a "backstab".

Facing the second attack, the man squinted his eyes, chose a diagonal angle as his entry point, and slashed down the blade from the other side, stopping the opponent's staff;

He raised his right arm and launched a counterattack, the knife swiftly swooping with a heavy momentum.

Wang Xiaole's "Horse Returning Stick" was deflected by the opponent, so he naturally exerted force on his feet and jumped back. At this moment, the imposing blade descended;

Wang Xiaole swung the stick forcefully, waving it into a fast rotating circle, forming a impenetrable circular defense.

Although the long stick was only "linear" in shape, it swung out a "defense" in his palm, as if placing a circular shield in front of him.

The situation was bad, very bad for the man!

On the surface, it seemed that both sides were attacking and defending, but in reality, every counterattack launched by the man was easily resolved, and he always seemed to be at ease when being attacked;

However, whenever he had to deal with an attack, he had to exert all his effort and concentrate all his energy in order to barely neutralize the power of the stick each time.

And the man knew that even if he successfully hit Wang Xiaole in his previous attempts, he couldn't cause any useful damage, at most just a slight injury;

But every time he needed to respond to an attack, if he got hit, he would certainly suffer a moderate level of damage;

And once the number of injuries increased, he could only withdraw from the illusion, to put it bluntly, he would be kicked out by others.

The man thought for a moment and felt that the other party was really difficult to deal with, even more difficult than he had anticipated.

Because he only allowed his consciousness to enter this place and couldn't use his body, this situation undoubtedly weakened his own abilities;

But what about Wang Xiaole?

Who can guarantee that:

He must have used all his strength, is there really no reserve?

Now what the man needs to understand is:

How much strength has the opponent currently used?

Sixty percent? Seventy percent?

No, considering his all-out efforts, the other party should have used at least ninety percent of their strength!

Taking into account the depletion caused by maintaining the illusion, that guy is now, more or less, on the verge of using up all his strength, just like himself.

---- The man firmly believed so!

At the same time, Wang Xiaole hesitated about one thing:

When should I end the battle?

Although he used one-fifth (twenty percent) of his strength, if he launched the fiercest attack from the beginning and defeated the man too quickly, wouldn't it hurt Isabella's self-esteem?

The enemy she couldn't defeat after a bitter struggle was pinned down by herself within a minute, which wouldn't be appropriate, right?