NOVPUBXu Zimei clenched his fists tightly, feeling an unprecedented strength within himself.
By his side, Chu Yang was already covered in blood, but he staggered to his feet and charged at Xu Zimei.
With a light chuckle, Xu Zimei grabbed Chu Yang by the throat and slowly lifted him up.
"Brother Chu Yang," Baili Xiao shouted with tear-streaked cheeks from below the Combat Stage.
She desperately tried to run onto the Combat Stage but was stopped by Xiao Ruoxue.
"The match isn’t over yet, you can’t save him if you go up now; on the contrary, you’ll harm him," Xiao Ruoxue said quickly.
"Aunty, please save him, I beg you," Baili Xiao said, crying with tears streaming down her face.
Xiao Ruoxue sighed and looked at the Combat Stage, her thoughts unknown.
...…
Seeing the fearlessness in Chu Yang’s eyes, Xu Zimei said lightly, "I’ve heard many stories, ’constant dripping wears away the stone,’ ’overestimating your capabilities.’
A single ant trying to topple a large tree might not succeed, but if tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of ants worked together, even if they had to bite with their mouths, they could eventually topple the tree one day.
People often use this to describe those who struggle on without giving up.
You are that ant, but I am not that tree, maybe I once was.
But now, I just want to smash the ant to death before it can topple the tree, crush it until it’s a bloody pulp."
After saying this, Xu Zimei flung Chu Yang away. 𝚗ov𝚙𝚞𝚋.c𝚘m
Chu Yang’s body slammed heavily against the iron chains, his back already a bloody mess, but he still picked up the Wandering Dragon Sword and slowly advanced towards Xu Zimei.
With a loud "bang,"
Xu Zimei punched again, sending Chu Yang flying.
Due to the presence of Eternal Resentment, he couldn’t feel any pain. Chu Yang struggled to his feet, gave Xu Zimei a grin that was more of a grimace, and attacked again.
"Yang, give it up, it’s just a match, it’s not worth your life," Reincarnation Elder pleaded from inside the ring.
"Teacher, I don’t want to lose," Chu Yang said with a grin, his smile looking extremely ghastly as more blood spurted from his mouth.
So it went, over a dozen times, Chu Yang was slapped away by Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei was in no hurry to finish the match, while Chu Yang, like a cockroach that couldn’t be killed, kept getting up resiliently after every fall.
Baili Xiao’s crying from below the Combat Stage was almost hoarse, but Chu Yang still did not admit defeat.
"Does it hurt?" Xu Zimei turned around and asked Baili Xiao.
Baili Xiao stared at Xu Zimei with dead eyes, her gaze filled with hatred.
"Give up, it’s just a match," someone among the disciples below shouted.
Then more and more disciples joined in, many even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the scene of carnage.
There was almost no part of Chu Yang’s body that wasn’t damaged.
When Xu Zimei slapped him away again, he walked over and slowly squatted in front of Chu Yang, looking at his bloodied face.
"Look, so many people are worrying about you, that’s nice.
But just like you, a weakling deserves the pity of others, while I need no one’s pity. I just want them to look up to me.
Eventually, not even the privilege to look up to me."
"I will definitely defeat you," Chu Yang said through bloodied lips, struggling to speak.
He tried to stand up, but his injuries were too severe, and after struggling several times, he still couldn’t get to his feet.
"People often say that light will overcome darkness.
But look at how much darkness there is in this world; the light you have in mind might have once been darkness too.
I’ve always thought that there are no absolute bad people or good people in this world.
Neither is there pure black and white, in fact, all beings are notably gray."
At this moment, watching Xu Zimei squat beside Chu Yang, down below the stage the Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, Wu Shaoqing, called out anxiously, "Xu Zimei, our Yin-Yang Sect admits defeat, don’t kill him."
"Don’t worry, since you’ve admitted defeat, I won’t touch him," Xu Zimei said.
Then, he just lowered his head slightly, leaned close to Chu Yang’s ear, and whispered, "Let me tell you something else.
They say you and Baili Xiao are childhood sweethearts, in fact, she has already been betrothed to me.
Don’t worry, I will surely take good care of her in your stead.
On that note, it reminds me of that night—the pleasure of union between fish and water, tsk tsk, you surely don’t know what that feels like."
Xu Zimei spoke with a laugh, watching Chu Yang’s eyes gradually turn red, he continued, "Actually, the destruction of your Heavenly Sword Sect was also orchestrated by me.
Oh, right, you must know that the Immortal Spirit Sect has been hunting you, that was my doing as well.
If the Immortal Spirit Sect can’t find you, they will massacre your Qingyang Village.
How does it feel, hearing all this news? Are you heartbroken?
But I am very happy."
"Go to hell," Chu Yang roared furiously, surprising even himself with the strength he found to punch Xu Zimei in the stomach.
Then, Xu Zimei’s body was seen flying backward, spewing fresh blood for several minutes.
Struggling to look at Chu Yang, Xu Zimei said weakly, "You’ve broken the rules. You clearly already admitted defeat, yet you launched a surprise attack on me."
"I am going to kill you," Chu Yang cried out, picking up the Wandering Dragon Sword and charging straight at Xu Zimei.
His face smeared with blood but shedding scalding tears.
He had been an orphan since childhood, his parents having died early. The person who had always been with him, who was most important in his heart, was Baili Xiao.
Now hearing the news that Baili Xiao had been defiled, Chu Yang felt like he was going mad.
His mind was filled with memories of the girl’s smiling face, radiant as a blooming flower.
And Qingyang Village—that was his real home.
The Heavenly Sword Sect, his master Yue Buli; although he hadn’t been at the sect for long, it was, after all, his sect.
"Bastard, you will not die a good death," Chu Yang cried as he recklessly launched himself at Xu Zimei.
By now, Xu Zimei lay on the ground, extremely weakened.
"Stop," A furious shout came, and a giant palm that blotted out the sky descended from above, suppressing Chu Yang in an instant.
The Third Elder stood in the void, looking down at the scene on the stage with a slight frown.
In theory, after merging with the First Battle Body, Xu Zimei shouldn’t have been spitting blood for several minutes from a single punch, nor should he have become as weak as he was now.
"Your Yin-Yang Sect has clearly admitted defeat, yet you launched a surprise attack on our disciple. According to the rules of the duel, I am now entitled to strike you down," the Third Elder said indifferently, looking at Chu Yang.
"Third Elder, please calm your anger. The child is ignorant and too impulsive," the Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, Wu Shaoqing, quickly stood up, protecting Chu Yang behind him, and said with a smile, "I apologize on his behalf here and hope the Third Elder won’t take it too much to heart.
All the medical expenses for Nephew Zimo’s treatment, our Yin-Yang Sect is willing to pay. Additionally, if Nephew Zimo has any requests, feel free to mention them; we will do our best to fulfill them."
