Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

10.9 - The showdown between apprentice and apprentice

martial arts arena

"Three days are up, the two sides have ceased fighting!"

The next deacon said his words, but the fight on the ring showed no sign of stopping, or it could be said that it was one-sided and showed no sign of stopping.

The man on the ring was holding a long sword in his hand. He looked at the blood-stained man opposite him. The killing intent flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, the long sword suddenly struck out, pointing directly at the heart of the man opposite him. Apparently he wanted to make a move. Take his life.

In Xiao Jue's unclear sight, the sharp sword stabbed at him like it was slowed down for countless beats. He wanted to fight back, but his whole body was as weak as a dodger. He could even feel that the sword was stabbing at him. The hand holding the sword was trembling.

He was in a trance for only the blink of an eye, and the cold light sword quickly enlarged in his pupils. At the moment when it was about to hit his heart, Xiao Jue used up his little strength to turn one degree.

Pfft——!

The tip of the sword bloomed on the shoulder, and the bright red blood soaked the dried darkness on the clothes.

When the man saw that the blow failed, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his sword and tried to strike again.

But before he could make any next move, the sword in his hand was blocked by the deacon who jumped onto the ring angrily and flew out of the ring.

After the 'bang' sound, the deacon's angry voice sounded.

"I say truce!!!"

Seeing the anger of the sword-holding deacon, the man seemed to suddenly realize, "A ceasefire? When did it happen? Why didn't I hear it?"

The deacon wanted to get angry and point out that he had just violated the sect's order, but when he saw that the other party was wearing the belt of the Third Elder's lineage and the robes of a core disciple, thinking about the grievances between the Third Elder's faction and the Seventh Elder's faction, he still held it back He felt his own anger.

Forget it, let's not add to the trouble.

Swallowing the breath on his chest, the deacon turned around and saw Xiao Jue, who was in a state of embarrassment and covered in blood, and felt like he would die in the next second.

Will Xiao Jue die?

Of course not, he is the protagonist and has the aura of the protagonist, although he is not too far away from death now.

When the deacon saw the man staggering in a panic, he stretched out his hand to help him, but was rejected by the trembling Xiao Jue.

Amidst the blood dripping on the ring, Xiao Jue held the sword in his right hand and swayed off the ring as if he was drunk.

And as he passed by, dark blood dripped down the hilt of the sword held tightly in his right hand from the blade, gathered at the tip of the sword, and finally dripped, splashing dark blood.

But even so, his back was always straight, just like the sword he was always holding tightly in his hand.

The countless disciples who were roaring, mocking, and sarcastic at first couldn't help but stop laughing and hooting for some reason when they saw this scene.

Faced with the bloody footprints not far away, the joke that had been dripping with blood for three days in the ring but never fell down, everyone suddenly felt like a sword piercing the body, an absolute crushing from the spirit.