95: Chapter 95 The Jade-Faced Asura!

This battle had burned away everything he had.

His Blood Qi, Internal Energy, and spirit had all reached the point of exhaustion. A numbing, sharp pain radiated from his severed left arm, and toxins were corroding his internal organs.

Now, let alone a Seventh-grade Martial Artist, even a Ninth-grade Martial Artist stepping onto the stage could probably kill him with ease.

Below the stage, the crowd's discussions rose like a tide, wave after wave.

"He... he's done for! Look, he can't even stand steadily anymore!"

"Nonsense! After taking three poisoned steel needles head-on and killing Nie Shu, he's basically a walking corpse now!"

"What a great opportunity! If someone goes up now, wouldn't they just be picking up a spot on the hero ranking list for free?" A man with triangular eyes licked his lips, looking eager to move.

A sword-wielding youth nearby frowned and let out a cold snort.

"Taking advantage of someone in danger—what kind of hero is that? Brother Chen fought a bloody battle with a broken body to vent our frustrations; I respect him as a real man. If anyone tries to go up and take advantage of this, I'll be the first to object!"

"Well said! The man just put his life on the line, and you want to go up and steal the fruits of his labor? Have you no shame!"

For a moment, the field was divided into two factions.

One group felt this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, believing that wealth is found in danger. The other group still held some sense of Jianghu morality and despised such opportunistic behavior.

On the Longxing Sect's side, Uncle Song was already sweating profusely with anxiety. He rushed to the edge of the arena and shouted upward.

"Jinzhuong! Come down! Get down here now! We concede! We don't want the spot on the hero ranking list anymore!"

There was a sob in his voice.

What did winning matter? He was about to lose his life!

Chen Fan heard his Junior Martial Uncle's shouts. He twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to smile, but it aggravated his wounds, causing a violent fit of coughing as he spat out several mouthfuls of black blood.

How could he step down?

Before stepping onto the stage, he had never intended to leave it alive.

To die at the hands of the next challenger, achieve Rebirth through Possession, and start a new life.

This was the closed loop of his plan.

At that moment, within the Duan Shui Sect's camp, that sinister Sect Head could no longer restrain himself.

"Go! Kill him! Avenge Nie Shu!"

At his command, four or five Duan Shui Sect Disciples immediately drew their longswords and, with bloodshot eyes, prepared to rush onto the arena.

"You dare!" Uncle Song's eyes bulged with rage as he led the Longxing Sect Disciples to stand firmly in their way.

It looked like a chaotic brawl was about to break out.

However, a figure appeared without any warning between the Duan Shui Sect crowd and the arena.

The person wore a deathly pale mask. The mask had no facial features, only a bizarrely curved smile.

The moment he appeared, the Duan Shui Sect Disciples at the front seemed to hit an invisible wall. They all let out muffled groans and were sent flying back, crashing to the ground unconscious.

Throughout the entire process, the masked man hadn't even lifted a hand.

The entire venue instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze was fixed intently on that abruptly appearing figure.

"It's... it's him!" In the crowd, someone let out an exclamation suppressed by fear.

"Jade-Faced Asura! It's actually the Jade-Faced Asura!"

"Why would he intervene? Doesn't he always ignore these disputes?"

That name seemed to possess a certain magic, plunging the noisy square into a strange silence.

Chen Fan's consciousness was already somewhat blurred, but he still forced himself to look at the figure with its back to him.

This was the Jade-Faced Asura who killed people with a scabbard?

The Jade-Faced Asura ignored the terrified expressions of the Duan Shui Sect members behind him, and he ignored the gaze of the tens of thousands of people in the audience.

He simply turned around slowly, raised his head, and looked at the swaying, blood-covered man on the stage.

"You are very interesting."

The voice coming from beneath the mask was calm and steady, betraying no emotion.

"I admire your courage."

He extended a finger, pointing toward the bottom of the stage.

"Now, get down yourself. I can ensure you don't die."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted.

The Jade-Faced Asura was actually speaking up to protect someone? This was earth-shattering news!

Uncle Song was overjoyed upon hearing this and hurriedly shouted along, "Jinzhuong! Quick! Thank the Senior! Come down quickly!"

The people from the Duan Shui Sect looked ashen. They knew that since the Jade-Faced Asura had spoken, they wouldn't be able to get their revenge today.

Everyone thought Chen Fan would grab this lifeline.

However, Chen Fan only smiled slightly and shook his head.

He didn't move.

The aura beneath the Jade-Faced Asura's mask instantly turned cold.

"Don't be ungrateful."

An icy pressure shrouded Chen Fan from over a dozen yards away, making his already broken body let out a groan of being overwhelmed.

"Brother Chen! Just come down! As long as the green mountains remain, there's no need to worry about firewood!"

"Yes! To receive a promise from the Jade-Faced Asura, what immense Face that is! Don't be foolish!"

Below the stage, those Martial Artists who still possessed a sense of morality also spoke up to persuade him.

Uncle Song was so anxious he was almost ready to kneel. Tears streamed down his Face, and his voice was hoarse.

"Jinzhuong! I'm begging you! Come down! We'll go back to Yanzhou; we're never coming back to this Jian Prefecture again!"

Chen Fan remained deaf to it all.

He just looked at the masked man and spoke slowly, word by word.

"I said it."

"Even if I die, I will die on this stage."

The Jade-Faced Asura completely lost his patience.

A cold sneer came from beneath the mask.

"As you wish."

Before his voice had even faded, his figure vanished from the spot.

Chen Fan's pupils constricted sharply.

So fast!

He couldn't see the opponent's movements at all!

A fatal sense of crisis exploded from the depths of his heart.

The next moment, that deathly pale mask was right in front of him.

A slender hand wearing a black glove, carrying an invincible and terrifying power, pressed lightly toward his chest.

A Sixth-Rank Martial Artist!

Only this final thought had time to flash through Chen Fan's mind.

He didn't even have the chance to lift his blade to parry.

The speed of that palm had surpassed the limits of his neural reactions.

With a thud, the palm stopped right at his Face.

"I will give you one more chance," the Jade-Faced Asura said coldly.

"A Martial Artist only advances, never retreats!" Chen Fan replied in a deep voice.

"Then remain on this stage forever!"

The Jade-Faced Asura no longer hesitated and struck a palm toward Chen Fan's forehead.