Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1388 Changan lost! Bloody Fasno!

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After all, Chen Mu could not match Chen Xiaojun's strong physique. This [Wind and Thunder Instant Dragon Kill] was already a forced breakthrough of his limit.

Especially the [Super Speed] move in the Thunder Breathing Technique, which was a forbidden move that used the meridians as fuel to burn explosive power. At this moment, his internal organs felt like burning charcoal, and fine blood lines oozed from his seven orifices.

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The audience erupted in roars like a tsunami:

"Holy crap! I'm gonna win!"

"This Chen Mu is so damn fierce! He defeated Zhong Weifeng, who was ranked 29th on the Tianjiao list, with his low third-level spirit power!"

"Today, the crane is released and it soars into the sky! He really dares to risk his life!"

"Hahaha! My bet is secure!"

"My heart is about to explode! This isn't a competition, it's a life-threatening situation!"

"Look at how many people are lying on both sides!"

"Changan vs. Yue Si, competition is first, friendship is 22nd"

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Amid the noise, Su Ningxia's blade moved like shadows of rosy clouds.

"Kasumi Type II: Yae Kasumi!"

She charged forward on the broken arena, and the eight afterimages cut through the shield set up by Sheng Yingying like a butcher cutting up an ox.

As the knife flashed, eight bloody marks appeared one after another on Bai Ye's battle robe, and he finally staggered and fell to the ground with a bang.

Thirty steps away, Sheng Yingying's slender fingers fluttered like a butterfly flying through flowers, and her black hair danced wildly in the surge of soul power.

When the sharp blade light broke through the air and pierced her left shoulder blade, the secret technique was completed.

Suddenly, green light penetrated through the top of his head and enveloped Zhong Weifeng's entire body.

Sheng Yingying staggered to her knees, her bare hands still pressed tightly against her heart, blood gushing out between her fingers.

She stared at the figure that was gradually straightening up in the beam of light. Her eyes gradually became blurred, and finally she lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her blood-stained black hair spread out on the mottled stage.

This sudden change caused the whole audience to hold their breath.

The wounds on Zhong Weifeng's body healed visibly, and his originally pale and dull face actually glowed with a faint blue light, as if a broken vein had been restored and a dead tree had come back to life.

This is the secret technique of Qinghu Nirvana. It uses half of the caster's vitality as a guide and can instantly restore an equal amount of vitality to a teammate.

Moreover, this is a healing life secret technique that can also stop bleeding and prolong life.

But the deep red on the ground had soaked Sheng Yingying's goose yellow battle skirt into dark purple.

Blood meandered like a snake between the cracks in the blue bricks of the arena, reflecting the gradually brightening red light of the shield alarm in the sky.

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Su Ningxia's phoenix eyes were about to bleed, her silver teeth were almost broken, and the blade scraped sparks on the bluestone slab.

It's too late after all!
After all the calculations, I didn't expect Sheng Yingying to have this secret technique of Nirvana that could remove the firewood from under the cauldron.

At this moment, her soul power was almost exhausted and she had to face the half-injured Zhong Weifeng.

She straightened her bloodstained body, the knife light was as cold as the moonlight, and faced Zhong Weifeng's gloomy face.

His teammates also fell down to fight for this last chance for him.

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The sword light turned into a net woven by frost, and the sound of the vibrating golden bell was like the cry of a ghost.

Su Ningxia heard the crisp sound of her ribs breaking, but she still bit her tongue and tried to stay alert. The blade plowed deep grooves on the other person's bronze skin, leaving visible bones.

She staggered, leaning on her knife, and looked at the hideous wound on Zhong Weifeng's chest oozing blood, and finally she slowly fell down.

surrender?

Impossible.

Otherwise, I’ll be sorry to the other six teammates.

Even if you have two soul bones, it’s useless. It’s just an additional bargaining chip for your life.

She left three deep scars on Zhong Weifeng's body that were visible to the bone.

This is her last dignity.

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Zhong Weifeng's soul nest seemed to be on fire, and every wound was madly devouring his vitality. He took his last breath and swallowed the fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and the dark blue veins in his neck were throbbing.

He suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and turned stiffly towards the stage.

There, Chen Xiaojun closed his eyes.

Zhong Weifeng looked at the face that was three-quarters similar to Chen Mu, and a bellows-like laugh came from his throat, with blood foam dripping down his chin.

He staggered and held on to the Xuanhuang Bell, smiling faintly into the void.

The audience was completely silent. Everyone was waiting to see if anyone could hold up the sword amid the mess on the ground, and to see if a miracle would happen after this hour-long battle.

The moment the referee announced the winner, he fell straight down in the blood.

The protective shield of the ring dissipated, and blue rain mixed with blue brick debris fell from the sky.

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The whole place was in dead silence, with only the crisp cracking sound coming from the jade pendant on Chen Xiaojun's waist.

The piece of mutton-fat white jade engraved with Mount Zhongnan was now bursting inch by inch along the crimson threads, and the broken pieces were falling to the ground like snow.

When Chen Mu fell down just now, he clearly felt his heart being tightly clenched.

He suddenly remembered the joke that Chen Mu made while curled up beside the fire during the winter hunt two years ago.

The young man was wrapped in a white fox fur coat, his fingertips circling the Seven Killing Sword, the firelight casting a dancing shadow on his brow:

"Sixth Brother, if I die one day..."

"Just bury my sword in the wind."

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I don't know how long it was before the first scattered applause pierced the stagnant air, and then it exploded like spring thunder, shaking the debris on the stage to the ground.

This battle was full of ups and downs: the Nine Secrets of Xuanhuang against the Twin Masters of Wind and Thunder, the Secret Art of Nirvana risked its life to save them, but in the end it ended tragically with both sides suffering losses.

This battle was full of iron and blood.

But in the end, iron and blood defeated tenacity.

The competition venue was so unrecognizable that it took more than a dozen terrain restorers more than an hour to restore it.

On the soul guide screen—Zhong Weifeng had twenty-three sword wounds all over his body, Chen Mu's blood-stained battle robe, Yang Yanyu had a sword wound that went through his left ribs and left chest, Su Ningxia fell hunched over, and Sheng Yingying's blood-soaked skirt on the ring...

There were gasps from the spectators, and they looked at each other in horror: This was the worst battle of this year. No, even if all previous years were included, this would take away all the titles of "the most brutal battle" in the past.

No, it is not only the most tragic, but also the most cruel war in history.

Take a closer look at the list of participants in this battle:

The six geniuses are Zhong Weifeng, Chen Mu, Chen Bin, Chen Shurui, Su Ningxia and Dugu Fu.

Sheng Yingying ranks 37th on the Tiance list.

Yang Yanyu is one of the 100 people on the vice-list of the Tianjiao list.

Du Qingling and Gao Cuilan are also on the second list of geniuses.

In addition, although Yue Pan, Yue Que, Ma Wencai and Bai Ye are not on the list and have the skill of martial soul fusion, they are equally strong.

The confrontation between so many geniuses is of great significance.

The results of it?
All fourteen people from both teams were covered in blood, and the protective shield of the arena was like a Shura field.

The final winner, Zhong Weifeng, was now lying on a rock slab that had been dyed a dark red background.

How to say this situation?

There is no one like him before, and it will be difficult for anyone to surpass him in the future.

What can it be worse?

Are we going to see a funeral scene with white banners waving?
This was the first time in hundreds of years since the establishment of the Gaoying Competition that all participants were seriously injured. It was the most tragic youth sacrifice in the history of the education industry.

Wang Wei and Yue Qiansong's faces turned pale. Such casualties had already touched their red line.

They were here to protect people, but they died in the game?

This is a match that will surely go down in history in the province, the empire, and even the entire continent.

It is foreseeable that tomorrow's front page of the Tianling Daily will be printed in scarlet ink:

"A shocking battle! All the members of the Tianjiao Arena are on the verge of death, and Qinghua's rebirth shocks the world!"

Historians will solemnly record: In May of Douluo 2539, in the official arena of Tianling City, fourteen young men used their blood to engrave an everlasting tragic chapter in the history of soul masters - "The Bloody Battle of Fasno".

(End of this chapter)