Reincarnation Paradise: Passion Leads to Greatest Success

Chapter 219 Kill

The old man's wounds continued to multiply, and his eyes were already bloodshot, like two dark pools of blood.

He was breathing rapidly, his nerves stretched to the limit by the dual torment of body and mind. Standing there, he looked like a ferocious old wolf on the verge of death, still baring its teeth.

Fang Yu lunged forward, and the black blade slashed down fiercely from above. The old man raised his sword to block, but with a loud clang, he was forced to kneel on one knee, the muscles on his arm twitching and trembling.

The old man's heart was churning with anger. If he were in his prime, he wouldn't even give this brat a second glance.

Now they are being suppressed and have no power to fight back, which is a disgrace.

As the knife fell, Fang Yu seized the opportunity and kicked out. The old man, with only one arm, could not support himself and was suppressed by the downward force of the kick, so he could only endure it.

boom!

With a dull thud, the old man was sent flying like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the rock wall with a shockwave.

The rubble tumbled down with a crash, and a second later he slid off the sunken rock face, barely managing to keep himself upright by sticking his knife into the ground, before coughing violently.

Swoosh! Fang Yu's attack didn't stop. His figure flashed like a ghost to the old man's right, and he swung his sword upwards, aiming straight for the old man's head.

颅。

"You brat!"

Just as the blade was about to strike his neck, the old man grinned, revealing a blood-stained, sinister smile. He suddenly sprang up from his crouching position, and the blade that was originally aimed at his neck, due to the sudden change in height, barely grazed his chest.

Fang Yu's gaze remained unchanged, and his sword strike remained resolute. The old man's health had dropped to 12%, and once it fell to 10%, the Black Blade's finishing move would be triggered.

The old man twisted his body to dodge, but with a flash of light, his remaining half-arm and half-shoulder were cleanly severed.

Having paid such a terrible price, the old man's eyes flashed with a fierce, blood-red light, and he launched a counterattack. He spun in mid-air, forcefully lifting the long sword that was deeply embedded in the ground upwards, the blade coated with a layer of tangible crimson light.

Fang Yu dodged to the side, the long sword grazing his nose, and he could even clearly smell the strong stench of blood on the blade.

clang.

The longsword swiftly changed its move in mid-air, the blade turning and slashing downwards. This strike carried the weight of the old man's entire body and his desperate strength, and he managed to parry it with his sword.

The immense force pressed down on him, causing his knees to bend slightly. The ground beneath his feet cracked open like a spiderweb, the cracks extending several meters away.

"Is this your desperate counterattack?"

Fang Yu raised his head, and a smile that was almost radiant bloomed on his face. The old man remained silent, and with a sudden burst of strength from his one arm, he leaped backward and landed back on the ground.

His face twitched involuntarily. The mixed psychological trauma did not fade with time; instead, it was like a deadly poison that had invaded the body, lurking in every nerve and waiting for any opening.

As he fought Fang Yu until now, this energy continued to accumulate, gradually eroding his remaining rationality and composure.

"Kid—let's each back a step—."

The old man was breathing heavily, his vision blurring, but he still forced himself to remain composed and not show any weakness.

Fang Yu completely ignored his words and, with a thought, activated the active effect of the Storm Set.

[Set Effect 3 (Active): When activated, greatly increases all abnormal resistances, temporarily increases Strength, Stamina, and Agility by 5, with a 5-hour cooldown.]

"I will leave this place; you go and recharge the black mist—"

"Let's begin the third round."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Fang Yu coldly interrupted him.

He stepped forward, knife in hand, and a cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes; his will to die was clear.

Over a thousand years, through countless battles, he had long since disregarded life and death. His only regret was that he would be buried in such an unknown corner, at the hands of such a weak person.

As for fleeing? The old man had never considered it. A warrior's only destiny is to die on the battlefield.

Ding ding ding—hiss—

Inside the cave, the clanging of metal against metal resounded once more like a tidal wave. The old man fought desperately, and the strength he unleashed was still terrifying. However, Fang Yu did not give an inch, and every strike was aimed at vital points. Each attack forced the old man to use all his strength to block and dodge.

After an unknown amount of time, the clanging finally stopped.

The old man, covered in blood, collapsed amidst the rubble.

Both arms and one leg were severed, and his internal organs flowed out of his dissected abdominal cavity. He was powerless to control his muscles to close the wound.

On his chest, a gruesome knife wound extending from his left shoulder to his right rib was clearly visible, and one could even see the dark purple heart within it, beating weakly and slowly.

Fang Yu, sword in hand, slowly walked up to him. This battle wasn't particularly difficult—even a master swordsman at the highest level had been sealed away, so the White King's death wasn't unjust.

But he had to admit that the vitality of a leader-level creature was indeed terrifyingly strong. Despite suffering such a fatal injury, it was still alive.

Originally, it was thought that the battle would not last long, but the Black Blade's kill judgment had no effect on the old man, only causing his health to drop by a negligible 1%.

This is the difference in rank.

The Black Blade's killing power is ineffective against higher-level beings.

Fortunately, the black blade was sharp enough that even though the White King's skin was as tough as metal, it could easily tear through his physical defenses.

"I lost————."

The old man's voice was hoarse and low, barely a whisper. Even on the verge of death, the mixed energy continued to torment his mind; now, he only wished for a swift demise.

"Kill me."

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Fang Yu could see the unfathomable weariness and pain in the old man's eyes. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and the black blade silently sliced ​​through the air.

The old man's head rolled to the ground, but his face remained strangely calm.

You killed the leader-level creature, White King At.

[White King Atreus is a key figure on Devouring Island, having obtained 15% of the World Source, and currently possesses 166% of the World Source.]

You have obtained the White King Gift Box.

Upon receiving the notification, Fang Yu let out a soft breath, put away the treasure chest, turned around, walked to the stone platform, sat down cross-legged, and used meditation to quickly recover his depleted energy and stamina.

Although he was not injured, the continuous all-out burst of energy and mental focus also brought him deep fatigue.

With the death of the White King, the battle deep within the various caves in the rock wall gradually subsided.

A few minutes later.

One by one, the Arbiters returned to the flat ground where the stone bed was located, with nearly half of them suffering from varying degrees of mechanical damage.

The minor damage is just a broken outer shell, while the severe damage involves broken arms and legs, and you can even see sporadic sparks coming out of the damaged body from time to time.

The only reason this can happen is that the nanometals have been exhausted and the body can no longer be repaired.

Two hours passed.

Fang Yu exited his meditation and observed the situation of the Arbiters. Although they all suffered mechanical damage, their numbers remained at 100, indicating that their combat strength was still quite good.