Du Chuan was kicked from above by Han Qianling and was pushed back into Luo Jiujiang's sword shadow.
It's best not to hit someone in the face. Du Chuan couldn't dodge and was met with a resounding kick. He was practically furious. Despite the injury, he immediately rushed out of Luo Jiujiang's sword formation, his eyes red as he growled, "You're going too far! You're just two Qi Refiners. Do you really think I'm afraid of you by giving in to you?"
Luo Jiujiang laughed out loud and said, "You don't have to give in. I'm just afraid you can't escape the power of 'mere Qi Refining'."
Before he finished speaking, the blade arrived.
Du Chuan sneered, and became ruthless. He threw away all the thoughts about his powerful master, the temporary humiliation, and his previous fear of Han Qianling's temporary protection. He just wanted to teach these two ignorant brats a lesson.
He had indeed lost their last fight, but that was simply because he was too careless and let the two guys gain the upper hand, while they also had the advantage of a powerful monk's mastery of a high-level technique. However, this time was different. He had been prepared, and he didn't believe that a technique with such a significant negative impact on the body could be used twice in such a short period of time. He didn't believe it...
He doesn’t believe…
Before he could finish his thought, Luo Jiujiang's long sword came out like a spirit snake, hitting the flaws on his sword in two or three strokes, and kicked away the tip of his sword with his leg, opening up the gap in his chest and abdomen, and the blade in his hand mercilessly went straight for his right shoulder where he held the sword!
When the blade entered the flesh and the chill had not yet turned into severe pain, Du Chuan had only one thought in his mind: He wants to kill me!
He had no time to think about how Luo Jiujiang could have changed so much after not seeing him for a few days. Every move he made could exploit his weaknesses. He even forgot that this was the site of the Seven Islands Competition. How much Luo Jiujiang loved trouble that he would choose this as the final location for his attack.
Du Chuan was just judging others by his own standards, and at this moment he completely used his usual thinking: first injure his right hand to disable his resistance, then break his legs to cut off his escape route, and then let him do whatever he wanted... He was very familiar with this routine, because he had done the same to others over the past many years.
However, for Luo Jiujiang, he chose to attack Du Chuan's right shoulder simply because it was not a vital point and he did not need to control the strength when poking.
Group competitions have always been a place to settle personal grudges, and as long as no lives are lost, the judges generally turn a blind eye.
If he injured Du Chuan, it would be just a trivial matter in the game; if he beat him so hard that he didn't recognize his mother, it would be a violation that would require points to be deducted; but if he really chopped off Du Chuan's head with a knife, it would be a tragic crime with clear evidence.
Even if Luo Jiujiang's brains were dug out, he wouldn't do it so obviously.
The brackish water beneath the surface was icy cold. Sunlight filtered through the waves, leaving only a flickering shadow by the time it reached the three men. From time to time, fish swam past them, circling curiously in Du Chuan's sea-washed blood before swimming away.
Du Chuan subconsciously pressed the wound on his right shoulder, looked around a little confused, and found that his teammates had left at some point.
When did they leave? Why was there no one around? Where were his teammates?
There was a slight sound behind Du Chuan. He turned his head suddenly, but saw Han Qianling with a cold expression, as if he didn't care about anything.
An inexplicable and intense fear suddenly erupted in Du Chuan's heart. He thought about how deep he and his teammates had gone in pursuit of the swordfish, and how few people were likely in the waters there. His mind quickly flashed back to several bloody scenes he had personally slaughtered, and the few spies he had recently ordered to be fed to the sharks...
He remembered how his brother fell to the ground after being struck by Han Qianling, and the fear that move had brought to him.
Born on the Seven Islands, he had been swimming in the sea since childhood, believing himself to be a son of the sea. The salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze was as stimulating and endearing as blood. But now, as if someone were pressing his head, forcing him to shift perspective, Du Chuan discovered for the first time in his life the eerie coldness and silence of the ocean's depths.
Before Luo Jiujiang's second strike could land, Du Chuan roared like a madman and charged straight at the blade, unhesitatingly grasping it with his nimble left hand. Blood flowed down Luo Jiujiang's blade, spreading in strands in the seawater. Judging from Du Chuan's distorted expression, he seemed oblivious to it.
The next moment, a strange and huge bubble quickly expanded on Du Chuan's body. The bubble carried him like an arrow and rushed to the sea surface in the blink of an eye.
Luo Jiujiang subconsciously tried to stop him, but he was not fast enough and failed to stop him. He blinked, feeling that he had not been able to keep up with the development of the situation: "Run away?"
Even if Du Chuan didn't run, he wouldn't be able to fight for long. Just now, several of Du Chuan's teammates, seeing the situation was bad, swam to the surface and waved their surrender flag, and he didn't specifically try to stop them from escaping. He estimated that in a short while, an elder would intervene and take away Du Chuan's group, who had already left the competition.
Compared to the finals, where the public was watching, with five judges on hand to monitor the situation, it was naturally more satisfying to strike now. Luo Jiujiang certainly had no intention of killing Du Chuan here, but he also had some intention of beating him until he vomited, so as to avenge the assassination attempt.
However, he only stabbed once, and Du Chuan was so scared that he screamed and ran away!
Only Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling were left looking at each other, feeling that the other party was indeed not pretending: when Du Chuan escaped at the end, it was obvious that he took out something to escape, and it was hard to say how many times he could use it.
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