"I……"
Qin Lushu looked at Yun Wei, who was wrapped in a cloak beside him, his face pale. He stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
For some reason, when he saw the other person's dark eyes, as deep and unfathomable as a cold pool, he had no doubt about the weight of the other person's words.
Just as the other party said, Bili City was about to be destroyed in the next moment.
However, the more foreseeable fact is that Huo Mingchan will indeed die on the ring.
Qin Lushu felt like he was going crazy.
Huo Mingchan seemed to be a sacrifice, offered up on the arena by the people of Bili City, and Yun Wei simply presented him with this inescapable fact.
He wanted to wail and scream hysterically, but his shattered rationality was still functioning incongruously, preventing him from uttering a single sound.
In the blink of an eye, the young man in red on the stage was covered in wounds.
Even though Huo Mingchan was dressed in red, the blood that seeped through his clothes still stained large areas of them dark.
The man in black robes, like a mechanical killing machine, continued to slash and stab with his "Divine Intervention and Ghost Control" technique, completely suppressing the already dim golden sword energy.
With a crisp "pop" sound, Huo Mingchan's protective sword energy finally shattered into tiny specks of light, dissipating into the cold wind.
In fact, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that the outcome of the match was already decided the moment the man was stabbed in the right shoulder.
From the stands, an aged voice suddenly rang out, resounding throughout the entire stadium—
"That's enough. We, Bili, concede defeat in this match."
It was the Xie family's eldest elder who spoke up, bringing this one-sided massacre to an end.
Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for Huo Miaodan, who stared at the young man still standing on the stage, her expression awkward and her face ashen.
But to everyone's surprise, the man in black robes once again activated the Ghostly Steps, and with lightning speed, he slashed and thrust, the tip of his sword heading straight for the blood-soaked Huo Mingchan's throat!
The bloodied man, who was swaying precariously, was now wide open, seemingly oblivious, staring blankly at the audience below.
Upon witnessing this brutal scene, the onlookers, who had just recovered from the shock of the cruel spectacle, immediately let out screams of extreme fear.
Qin Lushu's eyes widened in horror as he cried out, "Idiot, get out of the way!"
In that instant, Xie Mulang's figure vanished from his spot, attempting to stop the sword before it pierced his throat.
But the power of gods and ghosts is unpredictable, and everything happens in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, the figure of the man in black robes appeared behind Qin Lushu. The sharpness of the long blade he swung across in front of him was covered by blood, and at this moment, drops of blood were dripping heavily.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Those who aid and abet evil should be executed."
The voice was too hoarse to be heard from a living person; it sounded more like a vengeful ghost from the underworld, coming to claim a life in the mortal world.
When the image froze, all sorts of screams abruptly stopped.
The entire hall fell silent instantly.
The man in black coldly brandished his sword three times, shaking off the undried bloodstains on the blade, then held the longsword upside down and wiped it with the robe covering his elbow.
He didn't even want to spare a glance for the man behind him.
But at that moment, he keenly noticed the rapid heartbeat caused by blood loss—
Even after he delivered a fatal blow to the throat, the opponent was still alive.
Startled and uncertain, he quickly turned around and discovered that the red-clad swordsman had a tiger's eye brooch on his lapel, which was emitting a bright, pale yellow light.
It turned out to be a magical item from the Alchemy City.
Under the slight fluctuation of elements, the indestructible stone wall completely covered the red-clothed man's skin, slowly healing the gruesome wounds on his body.
The young man in black who had won the first match was now warily standing beside the dying man in red. It was too late for him to launch a sneak attack.
The man in black robes couldn't help but let out a cold snort. The sound was so sharp that it made one's eardrums feel as if they were being torn apart.
The referee, who had been trembling and stunned by fear, finally snapped out of his daze and announced with great difficulty, "The second match, the contest of the Guardian Sword, is... over... Azure City has lost..."
Amidst the trembling, heavy announcement, Xie Mulang supported the barely breathing Huo Mingchan as he walked off the stage.
Countless members of the Huo family had already run from the stands to the steps, surrounding the area in layers, shouting and yelling at each other, plunging the entire scene into a noisy chaos.
Even so, Qin Lushu still managed to squeeze in, throwing "Water Healing" at the blood-covered man one after another.
Huo Mingchan looked at the young man crying with tears streaming down his face, but laughed and said weakly, "Alright, Yin Xuan, I won't die... It's the middle of winter, and the water is very cold."
Qin Lushu then stopped and dispelled the water element that had gathered in his palm.
He cursed viciously, "You idiot!"
Seeing the other person in such a disheveled state, he simply couldn't bring himself to say anything even more hurtful.
But just then, Huo Mingchan whispered, "Your talisman is very good. But..."
As he spoke, the man in red eventually fainted.
Qin Lushu looked up, not understanding what was going on, thinking that Huo Mingchan was talking nonsense.
That face, which was usually stern and unpleasant, only revealed a handsome and heroic air in its gentleness at this moment.
Even though the opponent's cheek was grazed by the sharp sword energy, and a thin wound was slowly oozing bright red blood, it did not detract from the overall elegance; instead, it added a touch of broken beauty.
...
Seeing that Huo Mingchan was unharmed, Yun Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Isaac had already given away the magical items, when faced with a life-or-death situation, he started to have nervous and wild thoughts.
She was worried that the other party had put her into a spatial item, and she was also worried that the magical item might not take effect in time.
Although he had lived through the end times for sixteen years and was used to life and death, he still couldn't bear to watch someone die in front of him.
Perhaps this is the compassion he still retains to this day.
The original meaning of compassion is pain.
It is a natural, heartfelt empathy that arises from the depths of one's heart when witnessing the suffering of others.
Mencius said that humans are born with four fundamental virtues, which is the fundamental difference between humans and animals.
Compassion is the beginning of benevolence.
However, Yun Wei often interprets this statement in reverse.
That is to say, not all creatures that look like individuals are human.
A person without compassion, shame, humility, or a sense of right and wrong is no different from a beast in human form in his eyes, and he has no extra pity when he kills someone.
Against the backdrop of snow, the bloodstains on the arena had congealed, bringing back many memories of the apocalypse.
While he was still in a daze, he heard Isaac's inner voice.
[Yun, they've already lost this match. What should we do next?]
Yun Wei pulled his cloak tighter around himself, silently answering in his heart:
[Wait a minute, let's continue watching. That black-robed figure who just appeared is definitely an Apostle of the Abyss...]
[And I fear that among the black-robed figures present today, there is probably more than one apostle.]
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