Four Split Personalities

But...

"Ah, I would have done so without you telling me."

Suddenly stopping in his tracks, Cordova, after silently for a few seconds, blurted out with a grotesquely grim smile, "I finally found you, you bastard!"

"Eh?"

Double Leaf was stunned at that moment, the Ice Cone spell she was conjuring behind her consequently dissipated in shock.

[Eh?]

Jiawen, who was ready to unleash her ultimate, was also taken aback, and her movements slowed down for a beat.

"Oh?"

Motan appeared even more curious, examining Cordova up and down for a few seconds before hesitantly touching his own nose and asking, "Um, excuse me, are you talking to me?"

The sight of his enemy had Cordova trembling with excitement. He walked past the two Heretic Church members who had given up resisting, steam puffing from the back of his neck as he clenched his fingers with cracking sounds and through gritted teeth asked, "Do you remember a place called Pato City?"

Cordova had already planned out the rest of his script. After the other would reply ’remember,’ he would question Motan with a voice so deep it was astonishingly cool, asking if he had ever harmed any innocents, and before Motan could answer, he would coldly cut him off with a wave of his hand, then loudly declare his identity, proclaiming that he was none other than the now fortress-like knight from three days past; the bringer of justice, the avenger arisen from hell, the punisher Cordova, and he would magnificently defeat him, completing this turn of fate’s revenge narrative...

Motan blinked, "I don’t remember."

...battle.

...battle...

...

"Damn it!"

Cordova instantly flew into a rage, bellowing, "Have you forgotten that you once killed a young man with a promising future?!"

Motan sniffed and sheepishly scratched his head, "Forgot about that, yeah..."

"Yeah, your mom’s ’yeah!’"

Cordova’s fury reached its peak, and as he roared, he sprung from his spot like an arrow released from its bow, charging straight at Motan with the blood-stained Staff of the Punisher: "The bringer of justice, the avenger arisen from hell, the punisher Cordova will now enforce the Heavenly Dao!"

For some reason, he was particularly fixated on saying this line.

However...

"Huh? The avenger arisen from hell?"

Motan touched his nose with his finger, eager to know, "Which hell? What did you do to get in?"

"@#&* your grandfather!"

Cordova’s eyes reddened with anger as he swung his staff at Motan’s head.

Yet, the moment the Staff of the Punisher swung down, Motan astonishingly appeared behind Cordova in the blink of an eye, hand over the mouth with a shocked face, looking at Cordova: "When?"

[When what when?]

Cordova’s mind momentarily short-circuited.

*Snort~*

Double Leaf reacted first, laughing out aloud, she waved to elite troops Motan had brought along to help out, shouting, "It’s just a personal grudge between the two of them, don’t interfere, go help fight those enemies," pointing towards the remaining members of Quick Stab. She then rested her chin in her hand, humming a tune like she was watching a drama, eyeing the furious Cordova and the one who angered him – Motan.

Cordova had only just come to his senses when he shouted ’damn’ and turned around to swing his staff.

Smack!!!

However, as if Motan had predicted it, he dodged Cordova’s strike with a squat, and on rising, he slammed his lute over the head of the latter, shouting, "Why are you shouting so loudly!"

Cordova’s teeth ground audibly, "I..."

"I’m not listening, not listening, not listening!"

Unexpectedly, Motan covered his ears, rolling his eyes and singing loudly: "Two tigers, two tigers, dating, dating, the first is male, the second also male, so strange, so weird!"

Cordova’s victorious tremor had just ceased when Motan’s antics sent him shaking again. He seemed to turn on vibrate mode as he punched towards Motan’s chest: "Are you messing with me?"

"Right~ yes~"

A snicker escaped Motan, who had just used [Shadow Backstab], ducking as he passed by Cordova with [Quick Stab], turning to say with an easy tone, "Of course, I was joking earlier, after all, you’re such a flashy man, like a firefly in the dark; so distinct, so outstanding. Your brooding eyes, your incredible marksmanship, the cup of Sweet Honey Water without any honey, it’s all very vivid in my memory, yes..."

He turned around, his gaze burning into Cordova: "You are..."

Cordova, not knowing how to react, twitched the corner of his mouth, holding up the Staff of the Punisher with a look as if he had eaten a raw egg, "I am?"

"The Whisper Cultist I backstabbed to death in the tower!"

"I am your dad!!!"

Cordova emotionlessly sent a shockwave toward Motan.

And Motan, who had conveniently initiated [Fast Movement] at the mention of ’Sweet Honey Water,’ swiftly darted away, rolling three and a half times on the ground before getting up. He had evaded the wave unleashed by Cordova entirely.