Death Match

Chen Xian's severed arm whipped against his body with his violent movements, worsening his injuries.

But he paid it no mind, focused solely on killing Jiang Shuo.

This unwavering resolve imbued his Mad Saber Technique with unparalleled ferocity, eroding Jiang Shuo's space to maneuver bit by bit.

This strike, he had planned for a long time. Like surging waves, his blade sealed off all of Jiang Shuo's escape routes. To break through, there was only one way: to meet it head-on.

The only ones capable of saving Jiang Shuo, Feng En and Liu Ruyan, had been intercepted by Wenren Qiang. Jiang Shuo could only rely on himself. But the increasingly perilous situation before this undoubtedly showed that Jiang Shuo had exhausted all his tricks.

"Heh, after this strike, Jiang Shuo will be dead or severely wounded. The Hundred Flowers Sect has lost this time!" Shi Gangwei smirked, predicting the outcome of the battle.

Feng En had arrived with a large entourage and directly trespassed into the Mad Saber Sect's Forbidden Ground. This festered in Shi Gangwei's heart, leaving him with a deep-seated grudge. As events unfolded, the key to the rivalry between the two sides fell upon the duel between Jiang Shuo and Chen Xian. Shi Gangwei desperately wished for Chen Xian to kill Jiang Shuo in one go, to regain lost face and resolve the hatred in his heart.

"What a pity!" Many people looked at Jiang Shuo and sighed inwardly.

As the battle reached its climax, how could they not see that Jiang Shuo possessed no profound inner energy? If he did, in this life-or-death situation, he would have used it long ago.

Although they didn't know why Jiang Shuo had repelled and severely wounded Chen Xian with a single blow, Jiang Shuo had fought exceptionally tenaciously in the subsequent battle. Given his low strength, his ability to contend with Chen Xian for this long was already outstanding, but ultimately, he was outmatched.

Facing this furious strike, Jiang Shuo, who had been desperately dodging, suddenly calmed down.

Even if he managed to dodge it by sheer luck, given the current circumstances, it was only a matter of time before Jiang Shuo met his end under Chen Xian's blade.

Since he couldn't dodge it, there was no need to try.

Having made up his mind, Jiang Shuo's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward.

Seeing this, Feng En couldn't help but freeze: "This is..."

Generally, when faced with such a desperate situation, most people would be stunned into immobility. Trying to avoid danger was human instinct, but Jiang Shuo made a move that defied common sense.

To onlookers, it was merely a simple step, but it altered the trajectory of the blade, allowing Jiang Shuo to gain a sliver of initiative amidst absolute passivity.

However, Chen Xian, who was gradually falling into a frenzy from using the Mad Saber Technique, didn't notice this.

The moment Jiang Shuo took that step, Chen Xian only felt his move was slightly awkward, but this discomfort was immediately ignored by the rage and killing intent flooding his mind.

Chen Xian's eyes glinted with ferocity, killing intent radiating from him as his long saber thrust straight forward.

"Pfft—"

The next moment, the vicious blade pierced Jiang Shuo's body.

Because of the step Jiang Shuo had taken earlier, this supposedly fatal blow lacked its full force and its position was shifted. However, it still severely wounded Jiang Shuo.

The long saber entered from the left side of Jiang Shuo's lower abdomen, and the blood-stained tip emerged from his back, spraying large amounts of hot blood.

The piercing pain, unlike anything he had ever experienced, far exceeded Jiang Shuo's expectations. His body trembled uncontrollably like a sieve, waves of pain relentlessly pounding the back of his head like giant hammers, dragging his consciousness into a dark abyss.

"Guh—" Jiang Shuo finally couldn't hold back, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.

The victor was decided!

The disciples of the Mad Saber Sect, led by Shi Gangwei, wore triumphant expressions one by one.

You Hundred Flowers Sect think you're so powerful? We've severely wounded your disciple in front of everyone like this, what can you do?

On the other side, the Hundred Flowers Sect members showed expressions of unbearable pain. Li Zicheng, who had a good relationship with Jiang Shuo, was even the first to rush forward. But he was stopped by the Mad Saber Sect disciples guarding the area just as he reached the halfway point.

Wenren Qiang kept Feng En and Liu Ruyan under surveillance, preventing them from making any rash moves. Then, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he called out, as if reminding him, "Chen Xian!"

The implication was clear: he wanted Chen Xian to finish the job.

Chen Xian, who had just unleashed his furious strike, was gradually regaining his senses. With Wenren Qiang's call, he suddenly reacted and was about to pull out his saber to attack again, to end Jiang Shuo's life.

At this moment, Jiang Shuo suddenly moved.

His body, hunched over in pain, slowly straightened. He raised his lowered head, his eyes, like those of a jackal or a fierce tiger, fixed on Chen Xian.

Chen Xian involuntarily shuddered. Jiang Shuo's gaze seemed to pierce his soul, causing his movements to falter for a moment.

Jiang Shuo took a step forward, another step.

The blood-stained long saber was still lodged in his body. With every inch he advanced, the sharp blade moved another inch within him.

The faint, grating sound of the blade rubbing against flesh caused Chen Xian's eyes to widen slowly, his gaze filled with disbelief.

As if disregarding the deepening and widening of his wound, Jiang Shuo continued to advance. Though his steps were faltering, they never stopped. How insane was this?