94: Chapter 94 Kill Nie Shu!

The three ghostly blue specks of light rapidly enlarged in Chen Fan's vision.

The scent of death rushed toward him.

Everyone thought he would die.

After exhausting all his strength, facing this poisoned sneak attack from such close range, no one could survive.

However, Chen Fan did not retreat.

He did not even attempt to dodge.

Just as the three poison needles were about to pierce his chest, he made a move that made everyone's blood run cold.

He moved.

Not his body, but his left arm.

That intact left arm swept horizontally with a speed that defied logic, actively meeting those three deadly ghostly lights!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three dull sounds of flesh being pierced rang out almost simultaneously.

The three poison needles were completely embedded in his left arm.

Lines of black blood instantly spread from the wounds, and his entire left arm turned black and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A piercing, agonizing pain and a feeling of numbness exploded, rushing straight to his crown.

"Madman!"

Downstage, Uncle Song gasped in shock, springing up from his seat.

Using an arm to take a head-on hit from a poisoned hidden weapon!

What a tragic, what an insane decision!

The grimace on Nie Shu's face also froze.

He had anticipated countless possibilities, but this was the only one he hadn't thought of.

Using self-mutilation to break his guaranteed kill!

However, the price Chen Fan paid bought him a single instant.

A flaw that appeared for a ten-thousandth of a second because of Nie Shu's shock.

That was enough.

"Die!"

A hoarse, inhuman roar squeezed out from the depths of Chen Fan's throat.

He ignored his left arm, which had already lost all sensation, and poured all his body's strength, all his Qi and blood, and all his rage and killing intent into the steel saber in his right hand!

He took a step forward.

The earth trembled because of it.

At this moment, that ordinary standard-issue steel saber seemed to ignite, trailing a tragic, unstoppable arc of blood-red light.

Gale Saber Technique, final move.

Mutual Destruction!

Nie Shu's soul was almost scared out of his body; he scrambled backward using his hands and feet, attempting to dodge this world-destroying saber strike.

But, it was too late.

The saber light caught up to him.

Chila!

A teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out.

Nie Shu's rolling motion came to an abrupt halt.

He knelt blankly on the ground, looking down at his own chest.

A saber wound deep enough to see bone stretched diagonally from his left shoulder to his right waist and abdomen.

Fresh blood gushed out like water from an open sluice gate.

His internal organs, mixed with shattered bone, spilled out from the massive wound, covering the ground.

"H-how... could... this..."

He opened his mouth as his vitality rapidly ebbed away with his blood.

His handsome face was filled with unwillingness and confusion.

He couldn't understand.

He had clearly calculated everything, clearly had victory in his grasp.

Why, why would it end like this?

Chen Fan leaned on his saber and walked step by step to stand before him.

He looked down at the dying man, his face—pale as a sheet from blood loss and poison—devoid of any expression.

"I said it before."

His voice was hoarse and cold.

"I would take your dog life."

Finishing, he lifted his foot and kicked Nie Shu in the chest.

Bang!

Nie Shu's body fell backward, slamming heavily onto the ground, and he never made a sound again.

Soul-Severing Sword, Nie Shu.

Dead!

The entire foot of Tianchi Mountain fell into a deathly silence.

In the square filled with tens of thousands of people, one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's breathing seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand.

They just stared blankly at the arena.

They looked at that figure covered in blood, left arm black and swollen, leaning on a broken saber, like an Asura that had crawled out of Hell.

And, at the still-warm corpse beneath his feet, eyes wide with the shock of death.

The first one.

Since the Sword Testing Conference began, the first person to die on the arena.

And it was the popular candidate for the hero ranking list, famous throughout Jian Prefecture, Soul-Severing Sword Nie Shu!

After the brief silence came an uproar like a volcanic eruption!

"He's dead... Nie Shu is dead!"

"My god! He actually killed Nie Shu!"

"A madman! That guy from the Longxing Sect is an absolute madman!"

The crowd completely exploded into chaos.

"You brat! How dare you kill my Disciple!"

A roar of grief and fury rang out from the Duan Shui Sect's camp.

The Sect Head of the Duan Shui Sect, a middle-aged man with a sinister face, his eyes red and looking like a crazed tiger, suddenly drew his long sword and prepared to rush onto the arena.

"Chen Fan! Pay with your life!"

"Stop!"

Uncle Song also reacted, immediately leading the Disciples of the Longxing Sect to block the path of the Duan Shui Sect members.

Although they were all wounded, they did not yield an inch.

"On the arena, life and death are matters of fate! This is the rule of the Sword Testing Conference! Does your Duan Shui Sect intend to break the rules!"

"Rules?"

The Duan Shui Sect Leader trembled with rage, pointing at Chen Fan on the arena, screaming harshly, "You call that a martial arts match? That was clearly premeditated murder! The methods were so cruel, completely lacking martial virtue! Such a vicious thug deserves to be executed by everyone!"

"Pah!"

On the Longxing Sect side, a young Disciple couldn't help but curse out loud.

"You still have the face to talk about martial virtue? When Nie Shu used underhanded tricks to ambush my Senior Brother Chen at the restaurant, why didn't you talk about martial virtue? When he used poisoned hidden weapons to sneak attack on the arena, why didn't you talk about martial virtue?"

"Now that he can't beat Senior Brother Chen and gets killed in retaliation, you want to lecture us on martial virtue? Is your Duan Shui Sect's skin made of iron!"

These words voiced the true feelings of many people present.

"Well said! The Duan Shui Sect was despicable first, so getting killed is what they deserve!"

"Exactly! If that Nie Shu hadn't been so aggressive and tried to kill first, would the other guy have needed to risk his life?"

"This battle was damn satisfying to watch! Well fought! Well killed!"

Cheers rose one after another.

Especially the Martial Artists who had been suppressed by Nie Shu's arrogance before; they felt the pent-up anger in their hearts finally released, feeling exhilarated.

Of course, there were also different voices.

"That may be so, but Chen Fan's saber technique is too ruthless.

Every move is a suicidal tactic; it doesn't look like the martial arts of a righteous sect at all."

The middle-aged man dressed as a scholar shook his fan, deep in thought.

"Indeed, observing his saber path, it is wide and open, the Aura tragic; it actually resembles the saber techniques used in military combat.

Since when did the Longxing Sect get involved with the imperial military?"

Various discussions and speculations merged into a noisy wave of sound.

But everyone's gaze remained locked on that swaying figure in the center of the arena.

He had won.

He had won this duel in the most tragic, heroic, and unexpected way.

But what happens now?

He severed his own arm, was poisoned, and was bleeding uncontrollably.

Never mind defending the arena; whether he could even stand steadily right now was a question.

On the arena, Chen Fan's consciousness was starting to blur.

The clamor in his ears became distant.

The piercing pain and numbness in his left arm, the sword wound on his right shoulder, and the gashes all over his body from Sword Qi were screaming frantically, devouring his remaining strength.

He leaned on his saber, gasping for air, his vision blacking out in waves.

He could feel his vitality rapidly slipping away.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, the intense pain giving him a boost of mental clarity.

He slowly pulled out the steel saber that was stuck in Nie Shu's chest.

Blood sprayed all over him.

With an expressionless face, he used the luxurious white clothes on Nie Shu's body to wipe the blood off his saber.

Then, he turned around and scanned all the restless challengers below the stage with his eyes, which were already starting to lose focus.

Before going up on stage, he had never intended to come down alive.

Risking death to kill Nie Shu—that was his goal.

He had not thought about using Substitution Rebirth, dying under Nie Shu's sword, and then performing Possession.

While that would be easy, it would be too frustrating a death.

People would only think that the one still alive was Nie Shu, and the one who died was that overconfident 'Chen Jinzhong'.

Therefore, in this battle, Chen Fan burned everything he had.

It was just to beat this beast Nie Shu to death in front of the people of the Martial Forest!

He had succeeded, but he was also completely spent.

He had lost an arm, his Qi and blood were exhausted, and his old wounds had flared up.

Now, anyone who came up could easily defeat him.

Thus, he would not be able to hold the arena.