Zhu the Great King’s puppet, Zhu Shunshui, had died.
He had been killed by a punch from Jiang Dali, his skull partially collapsed, his eyeballs and brain matter mixed with blood spattering the ground, his death grueso.
Li Chenzhou had also been defeated.
Utterly defeated.
And he wasn’t far from death.
He had taken a punch from Jiang Dali, his internal organs shattered, and the rib bones on both sides of his chest had broken and pierced his organs. Even if Hua Tuo and Bian Que were reborn, they would probably shake their heads and sigh.
But at this mont, he no longer cared, only smiling as he looked at Zhao Shirong who was now safe beside him, with deep and empty eyes that carried desperate ambition, yet now showed a look of satisfaction.
...He hadn’t cherished anything like this in a long ti.
It had always been just for power.
But today, in utter defeat, knowing that his wife, Zhao Shirong, was safe was the most satisfying thing for him.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and with each heave, his complexion grew paler, until it was as white as snow, darkness encroaching before his eyes.
"Chenzhou...."
Zhao Shirong’s eyes were filled with pain and guilt, wanting to move, but with such severe injuries, how could she move?
"Gang Leader!!"
Countless Players from the Power Gang and native NPCs shouted angrily, their emotions stirred and they bellowed as they wanted to charge forward.
The Players from Black Wind Village shouted excitedly, their morale boosted as they surged forward to fight.
The sky darkened.
The chaotic flickering of torchlight.
Dancing in the blood rain.
Against a backdrop of blood and fire.
Jiang Dali, like a golden figure, stood in the chaotic battlefield, yet for a mont he felt no excitent or fervor.
Rather, watching the warlord Li Chenzhou kneel on the ground with life fading, his heart felt incredibly empty, lonely, and lancholy.
lancholic for not having truly witnessed the opponent’s "See you in the next life when the strange fate ends" might.
And lancholic that the world had lost one such person of incredible potential and talent.
It felt as if, between heaven and earth, there were only life and death. What joy is there in life, and what sorrow in death?
Now residing in this Mixed Martial Arts World, he seed to command respect and glory.
Yet he did not know if he could reach the pinnacle of this world before his death, to solve all the mysteries?
At this mont.
It seed that the light from the torches around had dimd, the cold wind howling.
Li Chenzhou’s face had fallen close to Zhao Shirong’s face, his blood dripping tearfully onto Zhao Shirong’s cheeks.
Warm, quickly cooling in the cold wind.
A barely audible voice ca from his lips, entering Jiang Dali’s ears.
"Thank...thank..."
This "thank you," it was unclear if it was directed at Jiang Dali or Zhao Shirong.
In that mont after speaking those two words, in Jiang Dali’s eyes, Li Chenzhou’s blood bar had completely declined.
Dead.
The surrounding calls seed distant.
Blood dripped from Zhao Shirong’s body, and her heart also bled.
She greedily lifted her head, her cheek pressed close to Li Chenzhou’s still warm face, her eyes suddenly-wide.
Ending her own life!
Jiang Dali watched as Zhao Shirong’s blood bar also cleared, and she quickly died without his intervention.
He hadn’t killed Zhu Shunshui for Zhao Shirong.
But rather regretted not having the chance to fully clash with that last punch and palm from Li Chenzhou.
He also knew well that a heroic figure like Li Chenzhou could never be anyone’s captive.
If subjugation was impossible, then on this path of supremacy, it ant he had to die.
Now, Li Chenzhou had died, died with dignity.
Zhao Shirong had also died, died with equally dignified.
And the Power Gang was within easy reach.
It was unclear who shouted "The Gang Leader is dead!"
Suddenly, in the midst of combat, the battlefield quickly lost the last key elent maintaining balance.
Except for those players recklessly attacking even harder in fury.
Many native mbers of the Power Gang in the battle lost their will to resist; so even collapsed and turned to flee.
The Demon Master Pang Ban was still intensely battling Dongfang Bubai.
There, needle-like rains t invisible ntal forces, the power of heaven and earth violently clashed, allowing no one to approach, nor daring to near.
On another side, Queen Yin Zhu Yu Yan had unexpectedly tead up with Wan Wan against Evil King Shi Zhixuan. The Heavenly Demon Floating Ribbon worked seamlessly with the Heavenly Demon Field, the ribbon controlling and binding the enemy, montarily leaving the Evil King unable to escape the oppressive atmosphere.
Like a spider spinning a web, the prey trapped only awaited devouring.
"Master Jiang! Why aren’t you helping !?"
Just as Jiang Dali looked over, Queen Yin Zhu Yu Yan let out a long cry.
A diagonal sorsault had sent the Heavenly Demon Belt flying from her sleeves, the left belt striking directly at Shi Zhixuan’s feet, the right coiling in waves, twisting towards Shi Zhixuan’s head.
Suddenly, the sound of rending wind escalated.
People nearby also felt this howling penetrate their ears, as if mourning ghosts.
Jiang Dali, feeling his Inner Strength nearly depleted, no longer hesitated, and let out a loud shout, suddenly bursting forward.
Boom!!
Two ferocious sucking forces suddenly pressed down while clashing with one old and one young from Xuanming Two Elders.
The younger was a girl, the elder a kindly old man.
The girl carried a basket of fresh flowers, her deanor delicately charming, but at this mont, both were bleeding from the mouth, their expressions panicked and disheveled.
These two were indeed the Snake King of the Power Gang.
Suddenly, Jiang Dali attacked.
The pair tried to dodge in horror.
But how could the Xuanming Two Elders give them that chance?
The two ferociously suctioned palms, viciously pressing down on the pair’s heads in that mont.
The old man’s kindly expression twisted into one of pain.
The delicately charming girl also writhed in pain, her facial muscles spasming.
The Inner Strength from their bodies burst out like breached rivers, completely sucked into Jiang Dali’s body, replenishing his spent Inner Strength, causing the dim golden light on his skin to reerge brilliantly bright.
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