"Cut again!!!"
Meng Jiu didn't stop.
He swung the bamboo pole again, and the second Sword-Ray was shorter, thinner, and more condensed than the first.
Most of Shi Po's flame barrier was shattered by the impact of the second Sword-Ray, and a large area of the dark gold flame was dispersed by the emerald green light.
Shi Po's forelimbs were waving wildly in front of him, using the dark gold flames at the tips of his claws to catch the Sword-Ray.
But the phantom of bamboo shoots in Sword-Ray exploded into new bamboo shoots the moment it came into contact with the flames, pushing away the flames layer by layer.
The second Sword-Ray pierced the flame barrier and opened a fist-sized gap in the Bone Spike bushes on Shi Po's right shoulder.
"Keep cutting!"
Meng Jiu played the third Sword-Ray.
This Sword-Ray is only as thick as a finger, but its entire body is dark green, condensing the last bit of vitality he gained from burning his blood.
Sword-Ray shot through the dark gold Bone Spike on Shi Po's chest, splitting Bone Spike in half from the middle.
The moment the dark gold Bone Spike shattered, the dark gold flames around Shi Po were extinguished at the same time.
Its forelimbs softened, and its entire deformed torso fell from the air, hitting the stone bricks with a heavy muffled sound.
Shi Po can't hold it anymore, Meng Jiu can't hold it anymore.
His legs weakened and he knelt on one knee on the stone bricks, holding the bamboo pole in front of him to barely support himself.
His black robe was riddled with holes in the dark gold flames, and a fine layer of cold sweat oozed from his face covered with white cloth.
The jade pendant at the waist has been split into two halves, barely connected by a silk ribbon.
He was breathing heavily, his chest was heaving violently, and his hands holding the bamboo pole were shaking slightly.
Shi Po was lying on the stone bricks, most of Bone Spike's body was broken, and dark red liquid was slowly seeping out from the blood hole in his chest.
Its green will-o'-the-wisp dimmed to the extreme, leaving only two clusters of weak flames struggling to dance in its eye sockets.
It rested its forelimbs on the ground and tried to push its body up, but the muscles of its forelimbs were spasming violently, and it fell back down halfway.
It is unwilling to do so.
It gritted its teeth and exerted force again. The bone claws of its forelimbs scratched ten deep white marks on the stone bricks, and the entire deformed torso finally lifted up half a foot from the ground.
It was panting heavily, dark red saliva dripping from between its sharp teeth, and the will-o'-the-wisps in its eye sockets were beating violently.
"Laozi... is not dead yet."
Its voice was hoarse to the extreme, and every word seemed to be forced out from the depths of its throat.
"Laozi... can also self-destruct."
It condenses the last trace of Sha Qi remaining in the body towards the chest.
It's going to blow itself up.
Even if it can't blow up the blind man opposite, it will still blow up.
It didn't want to die on Arena, it didn't want to die so cowardly, and it didn't want to be carried down without even a chance to self-destruct.
Meng Jiu Look at it.
He knelt on the stone bricks, leaning on the bamboo pole in front of him, his face covered with white cloth as calm as ever.
He slowly picked up the bamboo pole from the ground, held both ends of the bamboo pole with both hands, and stood the bamboo pole in front of him.
All the bamboo joints on the bamboo pole lit up at that moment, and new bamboo leaves sprouted from each joint. The bamboo leaves gathered at the top of the bamboo pole to form a tender green bamboo shoot tip.
"Shi Po."
He spoke, his voice was very soft, but every word was clear.
"You can't blow up."
"Self-destruction?"
"I gave you no chance to blow yourself up."
After saying that, he gently waved the bamboo pole in the direction of Shi Po.
The movement of that wave was extremely smooth, as if a bamboo pole was drawing an arc in the air.
But the moment the arc was drawn, a green bamboo shoot tip fell off from the top of the bamboo pole.
The tip of the bamboo shoot turned into a very thin emerald green light in mid-air and shot toward Shi Po's chest.
That ray of light was so thin that it was almost invisible, but it condensed the last trace of vitality left by Meng Jiu after burning his bloodline, as well as all his efforts to cultivate bamboo for 50,000 years.
Emerald green light shines into the blood hole in Shi Po's chest.
Shi Po The condensed Sha Qi was disintegrated from the inside by the emerald green light at that moment.
Like a dam that is storing water being pierced by a needle from the inside.
The Sha Qi in its body poured out from the blood hole in its chest under the pull of emerald green light, turning into dark red broken light that spread all over the sky.
Its forelimbs stiffened suddenly, and its entire deformed torso trembled violently on the stone bricks twice before slowly falling forward.
The emerald green light exploded into a dense mass of bamboo leaves in the pouring Sha Qi.
Bamboo leaves fell one after another on Shi Po's Bone Spike.
Covering, wrapping, and melting its broken Bone Spike, shattered bone armor, and dried blood scabs layer by layer.
Shi Po's body becomes smaller, lighter, and blurr wrapped in bamboo leaves.
The two green will-o'-the-wisps in its eye sockets flickered for the last two times under the cover of bamboo leaves, and then went out completely.
Shi Po's body was wrapped in bamboo leaves and turned into gray-white fragments of light floating in the sky.
The broken light was mixed with tiny shadows of bamboo leaves and bamboo shoots, which circled over Arena for several times before slowly dissipating.
"I'm not willing to..."
Even though he is dead, Shi Po's voice still surrounds Arena.
He is not willing to give in, he is really not willing to give in.
Unexpectedly, in the end, he didn't even have a chance to self-destruct.
How can he be willing to do this?
However, the ending has been decided.
He died, died in battle on Arena.
Even when he died, he couldn't even pull someone to self-destruct.
This kind of death is more humiliating than self-destruction.
Meng Jiu knelt on the stone bricks and watched the gray-white fragments of light completely dissipate.
He took the bamboo pole back from his body, and all the knots on the bamboo pole were extinguished.
Only a dim emerald green bamboo pole was left, and the bamboo was covered with dense burn marks and cracks.
He tried to stand up by holding on to the bamboo pole, but his legs failed him, and he knelt down again just half an inch off the ground.
He simply stopped struggling and just knelt on the stone bricks, his face covered with white cloth slightly raised, facing the direction of Sky Vault.
"Won."
He said softly.
He lowered his head, placed the bamboo pole across his knees, and gently rubbed the burn marks on the bamboo with his hands.
The emerald green light in the bamboo joints has been completely extinguished.
But the area he touched still exuded a very light layer of green, as if the bamboo was responding to his hand.
The jade pendant around his waist had been broken into two halves, and was barely connected to his waist with a silk ribbon.
The surface of the broken jade reflects the sunlight on Arena, glowing with a warm and shiny white color.
He stood up slowly while holding on to the bamboo pole, turned around and walked towards Arena.
Each step was taken very slowly, and the bamboo poles made a soft sound on the ground.
The hem of the black robe fluttered gently in the wind.
He walked down Arena and walked into the crowd, his back gradually receding.
"Win... win?"
"We won, a crushing victory, our strong man did not die."
"Not dead, I won, oh yeah, I won, it's awesome, Meng Jiu is awesome."
"It's so awesome. Didn't that stupid guy also say he was going to self-destruct? Hahaha, in the end he didn't even have the chance to self-destruct."
"Awesome, fellow Daoist Meng Jiu is invincible, the invincible among invincibles, it's amazing, I admire it, I really admire it."