93: Chapter 93 Fierce Battle!

The sword tip was like lightning, stabbing straight forward.

That strike carried all of Nie Shu's confidence and grim killing intent, aiming directly at Chen Fan's defenseless heart.

Facing this fatal strike, Chen Fan made a Move that left everyone in the arena unable to comprehend.

He did not dodge, avoid, or parry.

He simply used his steel saber in a simpler, more brutal manner, swinging it diagonally upward from below.

The target of the blade was Nie Shu's neck.

Life for a life!

This was not a martial arts spar; this was a style of mutual destruction!

For the first time, shock appeared on Nie Shu's arrogant face.

He wanted to kill, but he did not want to die together.

In the blink of an eye, he forcefully twisted his wrist, and the sharp sword that was originally stabbing toward Chen Fan's heart was abruptly deflected upward by three points, barely blocking the steel saber swinging toward his throat.

Clang!

A harsh sound of metal clashing rang through the entire arena.

Sparks flew everywhere.

A tremendous force surged from where the blade and sword met; Nie Shu felt his tiger's mouth go numb, and he staggered back three steps, barely stabilizing his figure.

He looked down at his slightly trembling hand, then looked up at the figure who had not moved from the spot, his face filled with disbelief.

How is this possible?

He is a good-for-nothing who suffered heavy injuries, how can his strength be this great!

Chen Fan did not give him any time to think.

Forcing Nie Shu back with one strike, he stomped his foot, his entire person following like a shadow, pressing forward.

The second strike, a horizontal slash.

There were no exquisite Moves, no support from Internal Energy, only an Aura of extreme tragedy, as if he wanted to split everything before him in two.

Gale Saber Technique, advance without retreat!

Nie Shu was completely stunned by this desperate Aura, and for a moment, he could only wolfishly wave his sword to block.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

On the arena, blade light and sword shadows, the sound of metal clashing was endless.

Everyone was stunned.

The scene did not look like two Seventh-Grade Martial Artists sparring at all.

It looked more like a crazy butcher chasing a swordsman, hacking and slashing wildly!

Nie Shu's swordsmanship was fast, accurate, and ruthless, every sword piercing toward Chen Fan's vital points and weaknesses.

But Chen Fan did not care about weaknesses at all.

If you stab my shoulder, I will chop your head.

If you cut my leg, I will stab your heart.

He exposed all his openings to the opponent; every strike was aimed at mutual injury, at burning together.

This unreasonable, crazy fighting style made Nie Shu feel extremely stifled.

His exquisite swordsmanship could not be displayed at all in front of such a madman who traded life for life.

Every time he wanted to use clever techniques to injure the enemy, he would be forced to retract his sword to protect himself by the opponent's fiercer, more direct strike.

After a mere thirty Moves, sweat had already appeared on Nie Shu's forehead.

His white clothes were stained with dust and even had several holes cut by the sharp blade wind, making him look disheveled.

Looking at Chen Fan, although the wound on his right shoulder had long burst open, blood soaking his black martial outfit, and his face was becoming increasingly pale due to blood loss.

But his hand holding the saber was as steady as a rock.

That Aura of forging ahead not only did not weaken, but instead, with the flow of blood, became even more violent and tragic!

The discussions off the stage had already exploded.

"A madman! This guy from the Longxing Sect is a complete madman!"

"Where is this a saber technique? These are clearly Moves for fighting for one's life on the battlefield! These are military Moves, too terrifying!"

An old Jianghu veteran stroked his beard, his face full of amazement, "A dangerous Move! This kid calculated that Nie Shu wouldn't dare to trade his life for his!"

"Trade his life, my foot! Who wants to trade their life with an injured person? Even if you win, it's not glorious!"

"But... this is too stifling! The Soul-Severing Sword has such a great reputation, yet it's being suppressed by a nobody using such a rogue fighting style!"

"Bah! What rogue fighting style! I think this is a real man! If you get plotted against, you use your life to get back at them! This is called backbone! It's a hundred times better than those insidious villains who stab people in the back!"

A bearded man roared excitedly, drawing a round of cheers.

In the area where the Longxing Sect was located, Uncle Song and a crowd of Disciples were already dumbfounded.

"Uncle... Uncle Song, Senior Brother Chen, when... when did he learn this set of saber techniques?" a Disciple asked, stuttering.

Uncle Song's lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

He felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The tension and worry almost suffocated him.

But at the same time, an indescribable excitement and pride rose from the bottom of his heart.

Good lad!

This is the kind of Disciple our Longxing Sect should have!

As for where he learned the saber technique? That didn't matter.

And on the other side, in the camp of the Duan Shui Sect, it was dead silent.

Everyone's face wore an expression of disbelief; the mockery and contempt from just moments ago had vanished.

"What's going on? How could Senior Brother Nie be suppressed?"

"That guy's saber technique has no pattern, why doesn't Senior Brother Nie just finish him off?"

An Elder of the Duan Shui Sect had a gloomy expression.

"It's not that he doesn't want to, he can't."

"Every strike of that kid locks onto Nie Shu's Qi. If Nie Shu dares to reveal an opening to injure him, he will inevitably be severely injured by that saber. This is forcing Nie Shu to make a choice!"

"Shameless! Simply absolutely shameless! Using this kind of rogue fighting style, winning without honor!"

On the arena.

Nie Shu's breathing had become somewhat rapid.

The stifling feeling and anger in his heart had burned to the peak.

"You piece of trash! Is this the only low-level trick you know!" he roared, and his sword momentum suddenly changed.

He no longer sought to defeat the enemy in one strike, but instead, his sword moved lightly, like a butterfly among flowers, quickly circling around Chen Fan, the sword tip specifically picking on Chen Fan's injured right shoulder.

He wanted to exhaust him!

He wanted to use the smallest cost to exhaust this madman to death!

Swish!

A flash of sword light passed, adding a new bloodstain to Chen Fan's right arm.

Chen Fan ignored it, he suddenly stepped forward, holding the saber with both hands, using all his strength, slashing down from above!

This strike abandoned all variations, only the purest power and speed!

Nie Shu retreated in horror, raising his sword to block.

Clang—!

An unprecedented loud noise.

Nie Shu felt a huge force like a mountain flood attacking him; he could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, it flew out of his hand and inserted diagonally into the stone slab in the distance.

His body was shaken so much that his blood and Qi surged, and he retreated seven or eight steps before sitting down on the ground.

The entire arena was dead silent.

Chen Fan leaned on his saber, his chest heaving violently, blood dripping from his arm and the blade onto the arena.

Did he win?

Just when everyone thought so.

The fallen Nie Shu suddenly revealed a hideously incomparably smile on his face.

"You fell for it!"

His left hand, at some unknown time, had already pulled out three steel needles flashing with faint blue light from his bosom.

"Go to hell!"

He flicked his wrist, and the three poisoned steel needles transformed into three ghostly lights, arranged in a 'pin' shape, shooting toward the exhausted Chen Fan.

The distance was too close!

Chen Fan had just used all his strength, his old force was gone, and new force had not yet been born, he simply could not dodge!

Seeing that the three poison needles were about to shoot into Chen Fan's body.

There was no panic on Chen Fan's face.

He just looked at the three ghostly lights calmly.

Then, he tightened his grip on the saber in his hand.