Seizing the Likeness

Tullian desperately unleashed his prized escape technique, "Spatial Overlap," again and again. He only stopped once his mental energy was exhausted. By then, it was already 7:13 in the morning. He let out a heavy breath and collapsed to the ground amid a wave of dizziness. Raising a hand, he wiped away a palmful of sweat. Feeling the emptiness in his stomach, he took out some high-energy compressed vegetarian rations and made do with them. Only when a warm current rose from his belly did he truly relax.

He had actually fled without even fighting!

Thinking of his pathetic performance earlier, Tullian wanted nothing more than to slap himself a few times. But when he remembered that the other man had stolen the statue right under the noses of both the Jade Warlord and Sun Wukong, he felt that running had been the right choice. If he had not run, who knew how miserable his end would have been? It was some consolation, at least.

Tullian knew very well that falling into Sun Wukong's hands would mean death at worst. But if he fell into the hands of Eastern Victory University students, even death would be a luxury. They would use every possible means to squeeze every last bit of value out of you before burning you to ashes and scattering your soul—Tullian himself had done exactly that before!

Once he calmed down, Tullian thought about how Sun Wukong's statue had been in that person's hands just now. Yet before that, he had not seen the statue in the other man's possession. He could not help but feel frustrated and regretful: How great would it have been if he could have snatched Sun Wukong's statue and escaped with it too!

People were just like that—never satisfied with what they had.