Chapter 1211
Kaworu Nagisa: What the hell is this thing?!
Cui Ming paused in his feeding of the white pigeons, raised his eyes and glanced indifferently at the figure opposite him. His eyes were calm, but he instantly locked onto his target—he could see clearly that the seemingly gentle person, surrounded by a faint apostle aura, was clearly also an apostle.
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The air seemed to freeze instantly. Neither side made a move, and they remained in a silent standoff. Everyone waited for a moment, and no one broke the eerie silence.
That humanoid apostle named Kaworu Nagisa on the other side, right?
It's actually quite awkward right now.
He had only happened to be passing by the park when he unexpectedly encountered Cui Ming—a terrifying being he had only heard of from afar but had never come into close contact with. The glimpse of light and despair he had just caught was still swirling in his mind, making him stiff with fear.
He stood there, at a loss, his heart pounding: if he turned and ran now, would Cui Ming kill him on the spot? He had heard of Cui Ming's strength before, and he had no chance of winning.
The moment the thought popped into his head, he quickly realized that he didn't need to guess at all.
Because Cui Ming didn't give anyone time to think, he started with zero frames! Without any warning, his figure vanished from his spot in an instant, so fast that only a blur remained!
"fork!!!!"
A strange and sharp sound suddenly rang out, breaking the tranquility of the park and making Kaworu's eardrums hurt.
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Kaworu's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with astonishment and confusion—what was that strange sound?! Before he could even react to the source of the sound, his body was already out of control, and a tremendous force suddenly seized his head.
Before the man named Nagisa Kaoru could sort out his thoughts or make any resistance, Choi Myung had already grabbed the back of his neck tightly, with such force that he almost crushed his bones. Then, he slammed his head hard onto the hard bluestone floor!
With a muffled thud, the ground trembled slightly, and gravel flew up. Kaworu's vision went black, he felt dizzy, and his consciousness began to blur.
In a daze, Kaworu seemed to see a blurry, invisible giant phantom emanating an endless sense of oppression, looming behind Choi Myung, cold and terrifying, making him feel fear to the bone.
Cui Ming's voice was low and flat, devoid of any emotion. He looked down at Nagisa Kaoru, who was pinned to the ground, and slowly asked, "What kind of thing are you?"
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Kaworu opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was filled with despair and helplessness—Big brother, you've pressed my head to the ground, my face is almost embedded in the stone slab, how am I supposed to answer you?! This is too outrageous!
He was completely immobilized, the grip on his neck tightening. Cold sweat streamed down his face, soaking the stone slab beneath him, his heart filled with despair and embarrassment. "Forget it, I'll take him back and deal with it later."
Cui Ming released his hand from Nagisa Kaoru's head, then grabbed the back of Nagisa Kaoru's neck with one hand and lifted him up like he was carrying something. Without any hesitation, he turned and walked towards the park exit.
As for Kaworu, he could only be carried around like a little chick, his feet off the ground, his whole body weak, and he didn't even have the strength to resist.
There was nothing he could do; he simply couldn't beat him! That powerful dunk had stunned him. Cui Ming's strength far exceeded his expectations. Let alone resisting, he found it difficult to even struggle. He could only let Cui Ming carry him, looking helpless and frustrated.
Under the shade of a tree not far away, Shinji Ikari happened to see this scene and couldn't help but stop, his heart filled with emotion.
Mr. Choi Myung, you're really amazing.
He watched Cui Ming calmly leave with Nagisa Kaoru in his arms, his eyes filled with admiration and envy—the image of Cui Ming's zero-frame dunk on Nagisa Kaoru was still lingering in his mind, that crisp and powerful style was exactly what he had always wanted to have.
I must study hard and train relentlessly to become as amazing as Mr. Choi Myung!
Only by becoming strong enough can I personally punch my idiot biological father and vent all the anger that has been building up for so long! Only then can I stop being manipulated by that bastard and completely get rid of the shadow he casts on me.
If we're talking about hatred, Shinji Ikari truly hated Rokubun Gigendo—that bastard who never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, treated him like a pawn, and even forgot his mother's instructions. No amount of hatred was too much, after all, this guy was really too inhuman. Did he deserve to be a father, or even a human being?
Shinji Ikari clenched his fist, a determined glint in his eyes. He secretly vowed to become stronger quickly and make Rokubun Gigendo pay the price sooner or later.
Shinji Ikari, who had secretly resolved in the park to become stronger and give Sextans a punch, never expected that the opportunity would come so quickly.
He had just finished training with Cui Ming and dragged his tired body home. As soon as he opened the door and changed his shoes, he caught a glimpse of a familiar yet loathsome figure sitting on the sofa in the living room—Gentō Ikari, the bastard he hated to the core, had really come to see him.
When Shinji Ikari looked up and saw Gendo Ikari's face, he couldn't help but sneer. He found it incredibly ridiculous and almost laughed until he cried.
Gendo Ikari's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were bloodshot, and his previous feigned calmness and stubbornness had disappeared. Instead, he exuded an indescribable feminine aura—not a gentle and mild one, but a kind of suppressed and excessive restraint mixed with a morbid and sinister charm that was repulsive to look at.
Shinji Ikari stared at his face, and a thought instantly popped into his mind, perfectly coinciding with what Mr. Choi had unintentionally said before: Mr. Choi was absolutely right, this guy is a damn eunuch!
He lacked any of the ruggedness a man should have; his shoulders and back were slightly hunched, and even his sitting posture exuded a sickly curl-up. There was no trace of the air of the former NERV commander; only an inescapable sinister and seductive charm remained.
Then, recalling how he had neglected and exploited her since childhood, how he had disregarded her mother's dying wish and abandoned her as a child to fend for herself at a relative's house, and how he had destroyed everything for his own obsession, a deep-seated disgust surged up instantly, rising up her throat, making even breathing feel suffocating.
Shinji Ikari clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and his nails dug deep into his palms, causing a slight pain. But he didn't care at all; the hatred in his eyes almost burst out of their sockets—this bastard had ruined his childhood, destroyed all his expectations of family, ruined everything. This wretched and effeminate state he was in now was utterly deserved; he deserved it! (End of Chapter)