Venice is already artistic, and it's no surprise that entertainers perform on the roadside.

And although Polunarev's current "half-human" appearance is weird, it can hardly be called terrifying.

After all, it's a bright morning, the blue sky, the blue sea, and the atmosphere is so warm that people can't be scared - anyone who has watched ghost movies knows that this ghost doesn't go to work.

And the right half of Polunarev's "disappeared" body only became transparent, and there was no shocking blood on the human body section that was cut off by the force of space, and no nausing organs appeared.

On closer inspection, not only does it not feel scary, but it also looks quite magical.

So, when Polunarev casually called himself a master magician, the young tourist immediately believed it without doubt.

He also seems to be an avid magician.

As soon as he heard Polunarev say, "Show you something more powerful", he immediately rushed up.

The young tourist hurried as he stared up and down the remaining half of Polunarev's body:

"It's incredible..."

"How can street close-up magic do this far?"

"I can't see any flaws at all, and I can't find any traces of magic props..."

He approached in three steps and exclaimed in amazement as he looked around Porunarev:

"It's amazing! If you don't, I'm afraid I'll wonder if you're a magician with superpowers. Guru... How exactly is this done? ”

The young tourist took a closer look at the half of Porunarev's body, his eyes full of fanaticism.

If it weren't for the most basic respect for the magician, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the invisible half of the "master's" body.

But even if he didn't mean to, he couldn't help but try to get as close as he could in front of Polunarev.

"Don't go any further!"

Polunarev stopped him in time.

The right half of his body in the real world is a silver chariot with a sword in his hand.

If the young tourist had been stupid enough to crash forward, he would most likely have been stabbed to death by the "transparent sword" held in the silver charioter's hand.

"Oh, oh."

The young tourist was busy and stopped.

He didn't know that he had almost crashed headfirst into the silver chariot's right-handed sword, but it was a safe distance for the master to perform his magic.

In this way, he stopped very well, and then asked impatiently:

"Master."

"Do you want to perform anything? How do you need me to cooperate? ”

The young tourist asked very kindly.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

With blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, Polunarev replied with difficulty:

"There's a few pieces of spilled ice next to the car over there, you should pick them up first."

The ice packs were originally packed by the clerks in plastic bags, and the packaging was not reliable.

When the ice pack fell to the ground earlier, there were indeed a few pieces of broken ice left on the ground.

"Hurry up over there when you get the crushed ice..."

"Just standing there, next to the iron fence on the side of the bridge."

It is difficult to move the body, but it is not particularly difficult to move the wrists and fingers.

Polunarev stretched out his finger and pointed the way:

"Go, just stand there."

"Good!"

The young tourist nodded earnestly.

He hurried to the side of the car and picked up the pieces of broken ice, but when he turned around, he asked in great confusion:

"Master, why is the corner of your mouth bleeding?"

"I still have injuries on my body, and my face is not very good."

The face is not very good...

It's strange that this face can be good!

Polunarev scolded helplessly in his heart:

The other half of his body is still being beaten in the mirror space.

The fist of the man in the mirror was not small for the flesh and blood, and after a dozen or dozens of beatings, half of his chest had been dented by the beating.

The ribs shattered inch by inch, and the broken bones dug deep into the flesh.

This is already a fatal injury.

But the powerful fist of the man in the mirror did not stop for a moment, as if he were hammering nails into the plank, hammering the shattered sternum into deeper, more deadly places.

Naturally, Polunarev was deeply aware of this.

The pain of bones and flesh that had been called a lump of mud under the thud was now flooding his brain.

But he knows better that he must not shout pain now, and he must not show cowardice:

"No, nothing..."

"It's just a make-up show."

Polunarev struggled to squeeze out an optimistic smile:

"This is the 'character' of my performance."

"I'm playing the role of 'a defeated knight who has been broken in half by the enemy's magic and bound here.'"

"I see..."

"It's not just about showing magic tricks, it's also about incorporating character plots into the performance... The master is indeed the master! ”

The young tourist suddenly showed a look of sudden realization.

He had no doubts in his mind:

"Okay, I'll go over and take place now!"

So saying, the young tourist walked swiftly to the bridge in the direction he had instructed, as Polunarev had instructed.

He quickly took a firm stand by the barred fence, then turned back and asked:

"Master, what am I going to do now?"

"Knock on the iron fence next to you, it won't be too loud."

"Just with the kind of force that you accidentally bump into when you walk."

Polunarev made a very strange request.

"Okay."

Without hesitation, the young tourist tapped lightly on the iron fence.

The sound was neither light nor heavy, but it could be heard clearly and far away.

"And then?"

He asked expectantly about his next steps.

"Turn your head and stick to the iron fence in the direction of the train station."

Polunarev gave another incomprehensible instruction.

The young tourists still subconsciously obeyed the instructions and turned around and began to act.

But before turning around, he couldn't help but ask:

"Master, isn't there too many steps..."

"What kind of magic is this going on?"

"What magic..."

Polunarev smiled with difficulty:

"Let's take a good look—"

"It's the magic of fire."

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Mirror space.

The rules of the mirror space are very special:

Everything in the real world has a mirror image here, except for living creatures like humans.

People in the mirror world must look through the mirror to observe human activity in the outside world.

And if you want to hear the voices of humans from the outside world, you have to open the spatial passage of the mirror world and connect the two worlds exactly.

But just now he closed the passage after sending Polunarev halfway out.

So Iruso: He couldn't hear the conversation between Polunarev and the young tourists from the outside world.

Of course, he has no interest in paying attention to the outside world right now.

In his eyes, Polunarev is just a dying man who can't resist, and Polunarev, who can barely move his body, has no ability to play any tricks anymore.

All he had to do was use his greatest strength and speed to complete the execution.

But...

Just as Iruso was about to beat Polunarev to death, an accident happened.

Bursting into the ground, he heard the humming of an iron fence trembling—

Human voices cannot be transmitted to the mirror world, but the influence of humans on real objects is 100% restored to the mirror image of the mirror world.

So, he heard it.

It seems to be the sound of someone passing by accidentally touching an iron fence.

"What's the situation?"

Irusso turned his head abruptly and followed the voice to look at the iron fence:

"Someone in the real world has passed by there?"

The source of the sound was not far from him.

If there were passers-by in the real world, they would have been able to see Polunarev who had been sent out of half of his body.

The thought of this made Iruso's heart a little confused.

With a bad premonition, he immediately turned the car rearview mirror in his hand and observed the outside world through the mirror:

Sure enough, there was a young tourist standing next to the iron fence.

And the young tourist was nodding to Polunarev, who was only half left, and said something with excitement on his face.

Then, without waiting for Irusso's shock, the young tourist was as if he had received some kind of assignment from Porunarev...

He turned his head suddenly, and hurried towards the railway station, next to the iron fence.

And most importantly...

In the hands of the young tourist, there were still a few conspicuous pieces of crushed ice.

"Ice... What the hell..."

"That broom head actually found another passer-by to help?!"

Iruso's face instantly turned ugly:

He really didn't expect that Polunarev, who only had half of his body left, could still "deceive people" in the outside world.

This kind of appearance didn't directly scare people away?

Not to mention, that guy has been beaten all the time!

While bearing such a heavy blow with his eroded body, he had to fool passers-by to help without changing his face...

"What a monster!"

Irusso cursed through gritted teeth.

He wanted to kill Polunarev now, but he knew very well what his priority was.

He had to stop that passerby.

Even if the passer-by had a pitiful amount of ice in their hands, it was so small that it was doubtful that they would be able to hold out until they were brought to the station.

It's debatable how much of a difference the act of transporting such a few pieces of crushed ice can be completely ignored.

But even then, Irusso would never let the crushed ice have a chance to be delivered to the train station.

This is his mission.

He would never put Proschute at risk in the train station.

"Damn..."

"I won't let you get away with it!"

Irusso gritted his teeth in hatred, turned and chased after the young tourist with his double.

The badly wounded Polunarev was once again left behind by him.

And this time, he was more at ease with the situation.

Because Polunarev was barely able to move, so was the silver chariot.

His stand-in ability is only "fencing", what else can he do after he can't even swing the sword?

It's just stuck in place and helpless to die.

So, Irusso left Polunarev behind and chased him in three steps and two steps through the mirror space to the barrage.

Feeling that the position was almost there, he immediately raised the rearview mirror of the car, and opened the spatial passage between the two worlds through the mirror.

"W-What?!"

In the real world, the young tourist was shocked.

Before he could see the magic that Polunarev had conjured for him, a mirror suddenly appeared in the air in front of him, and a man with a murderous face stood in the mirror.

Is this something that magic can do?

Young tourists are amazed.

Iruso, on the other hand, reached out directly from the mirrored passage and grabbed the young tourist's arm:

"Come in for me, too!"

"Polunarev—"

As he stretched out his hand to drag the young tourist, Iruso shouted coldly:

"You've 'killed' another person!"

There was cruelty in his voice, and the words themselves were a threat and torture to Porunarev.

But unexpectedly, Polunarev's response was unusually calm.

Because the spatial passage has been opened, his indifferent and confident voice can also reach the ears of Mirror Space Iruso as it is:

"It's really wrong for me to get innocents into battle."

"But they're not going to die."

"Because... You're the only one who will die! ”

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

Irusso could hear the sharp spirit in Polunarev's words.

But he couldn't imagine why Polunarev, who could only barely move his body and was in trouble even as a stand-in, still had such arrogance.

Why? Why can you let me die?

Is it your dead whiteboard stand-in, or your ridiculous "fencing" stand-in?

Irusso had no way of understanding it.

But Polunarev's calm and powerful voice sounded like a nightmare:

"I'm just physically unable to move right now."

"However, if it's just a stand-in ability, it doesn't seem to be a problem."

"What? Stand-in ability..."

Iruso's face changed:

"Could it be... It's useless that you've been hiding your abilities?! ”

"That's right!"

Polunarev said proudly:

"As I said, my silver chariot is not a tabula rasa."

"It does have the ability to be a stand-in!"

It is true that the silver chariot is not a tabula rasa.

Strictly speaking, it has two "skills" in the true sense of the word:

One, instantly disarm and increase movement and attack speed.

Second, make the blade detach from the hilt and fire, dealing ranged damage.

A skill is useless now, after all, the silver chariot is almost immobile, and there is no point in moving and attacking speed.

But this second skill "Hundred Steps Flying Sword", it has always been Porunarev's nirvana at the bottom of the box.

Especially now... What Polunarev needed was a means of long-range destruction.

"Silver Chariot!"

Polunarev shouted.

In the real world, the silver chariot with only the right half of its body left, moved its wrist with difficulty and precision, and adjusted the direction of the blade of the sword in its right hand.

The blade was not aimed at Iruso himself, because Polunarev knew in his heart that the enemy could close the mirror passage at any time to avoid the flying sword.

So, the blade was actually pointing at the iron fence beside Iruso.

And Iruso couldn't see it accurately, and only thought that Polunarev was hiding something that could attack him from a distance.

He immediately gave up dragging the young tourist, and then closed the mirror passage in an instant, trying his best to protect himself.

But none of this makes sense.

Even if he was separated by a world, Polunarev was sure to complete the attack:

"Launch!"

As soon as he gave the order, the blade in the right hand of the silver chariot instantly disintegrated.

The disintegrating blade that broke away from the hilt did not fall to the ground, but instantly turned into a silver streamer, flying forward at an extremely terrifying speed.

Almost instantly, the streamer pierced the sky with a piercing screech and slammed straight into the iron fence of the real world.

The slender and sharp blade of the sword cut through the rusty black iron.

And when the blade pierced through the black iron, the friction caused by the high-speed movement suddenly rubbed a brilliant spark on the iron sheet.

Mars appears in the real world.

Then it will naturally be restored by the reflection of the mirror world.

At the same time, in the mirror world...

There was no silver chariot's flying sword, but the iron fence beside Iruso still sparked a spark.

"Fire!"

A fear swelled up in Iruso's heart like never before.

But the spark eventually splashed his gasoline-stained body, touching the flammable fuel that had evaporated on his surface.

In the next second, a fire raged in the mirror space.

The sword of the silver chariot pierced through the space and turned Irusso into a torch.

"Ahhhhh

The flames were devouring his flesh in a frenzy.

There was intense pain on every inch of skin.

Irusso struggled over the guardrail, and with the last of his strength, he jumped into the water below.

But the viscous gasoline was always clinging to his body, and such a flame would not be easily extinguished even if he jumped into the water.

When the burnt skin encounters the cold, salty seawater, the pain of this intense stimulation is even more unbearable.

At this moment, Iruso's spirit finally became extremely weak.

He could no longer be a stand-in on his own.

The person in the mirror disappeared in an instant, the ability was lifted, and everything that was dragged into the mirror world by it returned to reality at this moment.

Polunarev and the silver chariot were back in action and reappeared intact on the bridge deck in real life.

Iruso, covered in fire, appeared in the water below.

Almost scorched, he struggled frantically in the water, but the flames were never completely extinguished, but the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker.

If this continues, he will not be burned alive, but will be drowned alive.

"Whew..."

Polunarev let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew that this difficult battle was finally over.

He used this broken body to endure to the end, completing the "magic of fire" he had promised.

"Irusoh..."

Polunarev took one last look at the enemy struggling below.

The guy was on fire all over his body, and he was still struggling to stare at him with those angry and unwilling eyes.

"Ugh." Polunarev sighed softly.

Then, he reached out and gripped the iron fence hard, and pulled a short sword-like piece of iron from the rusty guardrail.

"It must be painful to be burned to death by flames..."

Polunarev threw the piece of iron casually.

The piece of iron was thrown into Irusoh's hand with precision:

"If you can't bear it, use this 'short sword'..."

"Let's end myself..."

When he had finished speaking, he turned away without looking back.

A tall back is left on the bridge deck.

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