The impact of the abyssal arrow did not end the battle.
ng Ji's body lay embedded in the fractured arena floor, the stone beneath him shattered into jagged fragnts from the force of the collision. For a brief mont, it seed as though the fight had already reached its conclusion.
Then…
He moved.
A ragged breath escaped him as his body twitched, blood spilling from multiple wounds. His left arm was gone entirely, obliterated by the strike. Deep wounds ran across his torso, and the black frost still clung to parts of his flesh, slowly eating away at what remained of his defenses.
Yet…
He lived.
A Nascent Soul cultivator.
A disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect.
This was not enough to kill him.
ng Ji forced himself up, his body trembling under the strain. His eyes burned with fury, veins bulging across his neck as he glared at Han Yu.
Without hesitation, he reached into his storage and pulled out several pills.
Han Yu recognized one of them imdiately.
The Blood Flood Pill.
The others were restorative.
Regenerative.
ng Ji swallowed them all at once.
The effect was imdiate.
SHUA
Blood Qi erupted from his body in a violent surge, swirling around him like a storm. The wound where his arm had once been began to writhe, flesh bubbling and reforming at an unnatural pace.
Muscle.
Bone.
Skin.
All regrew within seconds.
His other injuries followed, closing rapidly, the damage reversing as if it had never existed.
The audience reacted audibly.
"That regeneration…"
"That's the Blood Flood Pill…"
"Incredible speed..."
This was one of the defining traits of the sect.
They did not fall easily.
They did not break.
Pain ant little to them.
Loss ant even less.
As long as they had the ans…
They could rise again.
ng Ji flexed his newly ford arm, his breathing stabilizing as his strength returned. Then, his gaze snapped back toward Han Yu.
His expression twisted.
Hatred.
Rage.
Desperation.
"I'll kill you!" he roared, his voice hoarse yet filled with venom. "I'll tear you apart and eat your heart!"
The words echoed across the arena.
Han Yu did not respond.
Not a single word.
He did not even acknowledge the threat.
Instead…
He moved.
SHING
His halberd swept outward in a clean, controlled arc. The black ice coating its blade surged forward, forming a crescent wave of abyssal frost that cut through the air with terrifying precision.
The attack was silent.
But deadly.
ng Ji reacted instantly.
He could not afford to take that strike head-on again.
His Blood Qi exploded outward, forming a spiraling defensive structure in front of him.
"Slaughter Mince Spiral!"
The rotating mass of energy twisted violently, grinding against the incoming wave of black ice. The two forces collided, the clash producing a grinding sound that reverberated through the arena.
For a mont…
They held.
Then, ng Ji pushed.
With a roar, he forced the spiral outward, redirecting the arc of ice just enough to send it crashing into the ground beside him. The impact split the arena floor, leaving behind a trail of black frost that continued to spread slowly.
ng Ji landed heavily, his breathing rough.
Han Yu did not stop.
Now that the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art had been revealed…
He no longer held back.
The battlefield changed.
Completely.
Han Yu advanced, each step leaving behind creeping layers of black ice. His halberd moved fluidly, each strike carrying the weight of abyssal frost.
He slashed.
A vertical strike descended.
ng Ji dodged.
He thrust.
A spear of black ice ford mid-motion, shooting forward.
ng Ji deflected.
He spun.
A circular wave of frost expanded outward, forcing ng Ji to retreat.
Each technique was new.
Unknown.
Unfamiliar.
The audience watched in stunned silence.
"What are these techniques…?"
"I've never seen anything like this…"
"That's not any known Kidney Peak art…"
Even the elders leaned forward, their expressions shifting from curiosity to focused interest. Several of them began recording the techniques, their senses capturing every detail.
"This is… a complete system…"
"A lost legacy…"
One of them murmured, their voice barely audible.
They turned toward the First Kidney Peak Head.
Bing Yansu.
He stood still.
Silent.
Then, slowly…
He nodded.
A single, heavy nod.
Confirmation.
The realization spread among the elders like a ripple.
This was not a variation.
Not an evolution.
This was sothing older.
Sothing lost.
Sothing…
Reclaid.
Bing Yansu's gaze shifted briefly toward his junior brother.
The Second Kidney Peak Head.
Who sat with a faint, unmistakable smirk.
That expression alone was enough.
Bing Yansu's frown deepened.
But he said nothing.
Below, the battle intensified.
ng Ji fought fiercely, his experience and strength evident in every movent. He adapted quickly, learning to avoid direct clashes with the abyssal frost, relying on mobility and bursts of Blood Qi to counterattack.
He struck with precision.
With power.
His techniques were refined, his control sharp.
Han Yu acknowledged it.
Silently.
ng Ji was not weak.
He had earned his position.
Even now, under these conditions, he remained a formidable opponent.
But…
It was not enough.
Minutes passed.
The difference beca clear.
ng Ji was sustaining.
Han Yu was dominating.
Each exchange left ng Ji with new injuries, which he healed with his pills and techniques. But the cost was accumulating. His reserves were being drained. His movents were growing heavier.
And Han Yu…
Showed no sign of slowing.
No sign of fatigue.
That realization broke sothing within ng Ji.
Desperation took over.
"I'll kill you… no matter what…" he growled, his voice trembling with fury.
Then…
He reached into his storage again.
And pulled out…
A large dark sealed gourd.
The mont it appeared…
A scent spread.
Thick.
Heavy.
And most of all vile.
It filled the arena almost instantly.
So disciples recoiled.
Others froze.
Then, one voice shouted.
"That's… Fury Jiangshi blood!"
The reaction was imdiate.
Shock.
Disbelief.
"Fury Jiangshi…?!"
"He's insane!"
"That's a last resort!"
Even Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.
He knew of it.
Fury Jiangshi.
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