121: Chapter 113: The Final Madness!_3 121: Chapter 113: The Final Madness!_3 “Swoosh swoosh swoosh…”
In an instant, nurous marble fragnts transford into a barrage of hidden weapons, swiftly shooting towards Yang Qing.
Although Yang Qing had broken through to the Early Innate Realm and could ignore attacks from the Dark Force, the marble fragnts infused with Dark Force were not sothing he could withstand head-on.
Left with no choice, he had to dodge; as a result of the sheer number of fragnts, one struck him, slicing off a chunk of flesh.
“Aaaah, I’m going to kill you!”
Seeing that he hadn’t managed to land an attack on Ye Fan, but had instead been wounded by Ye Fan’s marble fragnt, Yang Qing roared furiously like a wild beast, lunging toward Ye Fan once more!
Retreat!
Ye Fan continued to abide by the principle of “If the enemy doesn’t move, neither do I; if the enemy shows signs of moving, I move first,” avoiding a direct confrontation with Yang Qing.
Unlike the previous two encounters, this ti, Yang Qing seed to have made up his mind to slay Ye Fan, completely descending into madness.
Like a vengeful ghost, he relentlessly pursued Ye Fan, his attacks surging like waves, leaving no opportunity to catch a breath.
Perhaps it was his resolute determination to kill Ye Fan that triggered an unprecedented release of his potential.
His attacks grew faster with each attempt, and there were even a few occasions when he almost landed a hit on Ye Fan!
“Daddy, make big brother give up!”
Even though she couldn’t make out the movents in the fight between Ye Fan and Yang Qing, Situ Ruoshui could see Ye Fan being chased around the arena, clearly at a disadvantage.
“Right, let him give up!
Giving up is embarrassing, but it won’t result in injuries or death!” Su Liuli’s heart was in a tight knot, and she quickly chid in.
Su Jindi didn’t say anything, but his distressed deanor revealed his stance.
Although he was reluctant to accept that Ye Fan was losing ground, he believed that if Ye Fan continued to fight, he was very likely to end up splattered with blood on the spot.
“He can’t give up…” Su Yuxin interjected with a frown before Situ Chen could speak.
“Why?”
Su Liuli, Situ Ruoshui, and Su Jindi asked in unison.
“They signed a life-and-death contract before the match.”
Su Yuxin stood motionless, looking intently at the arena ahead with concern: “That ans unless one party is willing to spare the other, one of them must die!”
“Um…”
Upon hearing Su Yuxin’s explanation, Su Liuli, Situ Ruoshui, and Su Jindi were all stunned into silence.
Once the shock had passed, they simultaneously refocused their gaze on the arena, their hearts leaping to their throats!
Clearly…
they all understood that Yang Qing would never let Ye Fan off!
“Jiang Nian, stop the match imdiately!”
At the sa ti, Ye Wenhao once again issued an order to Jiang Nian through the radio.
Initially, he believed Ye Fan had a trump card he hadn’t used yet, but as ti went on, he not only waited in vain but saw Yang Qing’s speed and ferocity increase.
Ye Fan seed to be dancing on the sickle of the Death God, at any mont liable to et his demise.
“Alright.”
Jiang Nian, too, noticed the extre danger in Ye Fan’s close shaves and knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
Otherwise, once Ye Fan was too slow to dodge or if his power was fully depleted, death was inevitable!
Whoosh!
Monts later, just as Jiang Nian was about to take a second step, Ye Fan and Yang Qing separated once again on the field.
“Huff…
Huff…
Huff…”
In the sunlight, Yang Qing, because of his rage and eagerness to finish Ye Fan off in one go, had beco bloodshot and exhausted all his Gang Jin, not to ntion his ragged breathing and profusely open pores oozing sweat that ford mist around his body.
anwhile, Ye Fan not only had no need to catch his breath; there wasn’t even sweat on his forehead.
Hmm?
He still has power!
Upon noticing this, Jiang Nian’s eyes lit up.
If Ye Fan were depleted of his inner strength, he would be drenched in sweat just like Yang Qing.
If Jiang Nian could notice this, how could Ye Wenhao not?
“That explains it!”
Ye Wenhao suddenly realized, his heart free of any remaining concerns.
“Uh…”
At the sa ti, Yang Qing also noticed Ye Fan’s dry forehead.
His pupils dilated instantly, his face in disbelief: Why…
Why does he have so much power left?
Why??
“Have you had enough?”
Ye Fan sprang up from the ground, arriving in an instant before Yang Qing.
His right hand swept out abruptly, catching Yang Qing’s neck and hoisting him up as if lifting a small chicken, “Tell , how do you want to die?”
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