Knowledge is power. Regarding the operational chanism of Lord Ariel Ai, I might know one or two things.
And just like how Lady Corin impatiently made a move earlier, her suspected ally under pressure committed the sa mistake—this overly flexible behavior doesn’t quite fit Ariel’s character.
As ntioned before, so subtle differences can only be experienced by those within—like knowing whether the person chatting with you is really human.
If the Night Watchman has any grasp of Ariel’s situation, then "mimicry" would almost certainly be the most distinctive label.
Encounters between Li Gui and Li Kui are generally quite awkward.
It has been ntioned earlier as well, by the ti one reaches the level of High Tier Transcendent, recognizing people is never about appearance; the nature of power is the core identifier.
So although Fu Qian appears calm and composed, he hasn’t even adjusted his appearance until now and used the na Ariel to directly expose two groups.
Yet with the absolute disadvantage in power compatibility, the hope to win this ga of real versus fake looks very slim.
Fu Qian is not optimistic enough to mimic Ariel’s Sea of Light, though the effect of the Decree Residue similarly blinds people.
Using this thod to deceive is indeed underestimating the heroes of the world.
So almost imdiately, Fu Qian decided to rely on artistic conception to win.
It is well known that making sothing look realistic is just the first step in artistic creation; the essence is crucial.
Therefore, Fu Qian’s strange behavior at the mont is never an abandonnt after being exposed, but rather an insistence on "self."
Of course, he does not intend to rely only on the idea of "being burnt without running," to persuade others.
The core significance of this behavior is actually to resonate with a question everyone can think of—what am I here for?
If not Ariel, is there any reason for a high-level Transcendent to do this?
From the start, he straightforwardly announced himself, only to find "impersonating" Native Council mbers exposed, resulting in taking an attack from a High Tier Transcendent without any aningful damage.
No one would do that; the more control soone has over transcendent power, the more inclined they are to think so—unless it’s a puppet that truly would stop at nothing to achieve a goal.
Hence, even to maintain their worldviews, the Night Watchn would certainly ponder more.
Of course, this is not yet the end of the mimicry ga.
...
The sea of light and heat finally receded, and Fu Qian looked ahead.
The rag doll remained.
Logically, after revealing its identity, it could have gracefully departed.
But it seed that Fu Qian’s reaction made it feel sowhat discomforted, as it didn’t rush to leave.
It didn’t continue to display power either, just stood there dumbly, even showing so non-human sluggishness.
The situation fell into a stalemate, even the rag doll in the corner remained motionless.
Though the previous impact didn’t cover a large area, it still annihilated all three white-collar workers, leaving no trace.
Yet among such continuous commotion, the Night Watchman behind the other rag doll chose to keep watching.
It seems the mimicry behavior of the Native Council still has so confusing effects.
What a pity for young people... rely mimicking the opponent, how could they possibly win?
In that mont, Fu Qian sighed inwardly, instead moving himself, raising a hand.
...
A deja vu of cobalt blue.
Not just the hand, Fu Qian’s whole body at the mont was evidently quite spectacular.
Wide areas of skin were gone, flesh was fused into a glazed form, with a strange hue on the surface.
Yet this didn’t prevent Fu Qian from admiring it, with wisps of golden fla seeping through.
In a blink, the Native Council’s frenzied fla, aid to sever ties at any cost, had already condensed into a ball in his palm, emitting a heart-palpitating destruction.
So you choose not to move?
There is a saying: those who imitate die, those who resemble perish—
With movents slow yet steady, Fu Qian stepped forward to offer the fireball.
So, will you move now?
This action has a aning in spreading the fla, unlike the attack after revealing your identity.
Even if you continue mimicking and endure, you’re still weaker in abstraction—boom!
As expected, considering all this, realizing it couldn’t clear the suspicion, the rag doll holding Ariel’s power directly faded into the Void the next mont.
But the booming sound wasn’t emitted by it, rather resulted from Fu Qian’s suddenly accelerated movent before it could completely disappear, spreading firelight.
Humph, re petty beings thinking they can understand the Native Council?
No pursuit followed, as the fla in Fu Qian’s hand slowly dissipated.
This whole series of transformations must have caught the sole audience’s eyes.
No pretense of ignorance—Fu Qian turned his head, locking eyes on the Needle Witch’s rag doll.
...
The situation is extrely complex and the problem very tricky.
Though speechless, Fu Qian still deciphered all this from that face.
No surprise, even the Needle Witch, truly connected to the Native Council, might be confused now.
This shows how much introducing a madman can disrupt the thinking of a group of smart people.
This is genuine pollution, harder to fend off than the golden fla.
In deep self-reflection, with Fu Qian taphorically taking on the Night Watchman’s perspective, his mood seed sowhat heavy—physically too, maybe?
During a hardly noticeable mont, the rag doll in the corner actually moved out a little.
Still staring over here, its surface even revealed threads of red akin to blood vessels and a dense net.
Suddenly, Fu Qian felt as if the sa restraint was applied to him—it wasn’t over.
Obviously, it was Needle Witch attempting to restrict his movent.
But given what he had done, simply confining seed too lenient for him—boom!
At that mont, the heavily ravaged building seed pierced by the Heavenly Punishnt Sword, a dazzling brilliance descended from the sky, hitting precisely the spot where Fu Qian stood.
...
This is more like it.
Appearing simultaneously elsewhere, Fu Qian recalled the fierce killing intent, indicating these were the thods that should be used against soone like him.
Reality isn’t a rule-based mystery; unless necessary, it’s true the Night Watchn don’t wish to destabilize here, but that doesn’t an they can’t.
Clearly, despite earning first place in Ariel’s mimicry contest earlier, it didn’t deter them from finding reasons to stay.
Why was he not apprehended?
Fu Qian glanced around, unfortunately finding no trace of any old friends from the Native Council.
Indeed, what he did was quite simple, before the "Ariel" rag doll expunged the Wriggling Seed implanted within, he directly used Extre Hunger Infection to leap here.
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