1124: Chapter 1124: Carson Flores, You Have Shad Once Again!
1124: Chapter 1124: Carson Flores, You Have Shad Once Again!
Bryant Jas was ultimately a resolute and ruthless person, and when left with no choice, he swung the butcher’s knife at his own Abnormal Phenonon.
The Eight-Ard Arhat swung one arm carrying a huge axe and brought it down heavily upon another arm that held the Demon-Subduing Pestle.
That axe strike was extrely fierce, severing the arm holding the Demon-Subduing Pestle completely.
The severed arm fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground, creating a trendous booming sound, and then the golden arm gradually lost its luster, eventually turning into specks of dark gold light, vanishing into the air.
Carson Flores curiously watched the disappearing arm on the ground and then shifted his gaze to the area of severed limb in the sky, wondering if this limb would grow back?
Last ti, the Arhat’s arm had been clipped off by the eldest disciple through a special thod and had never grown back.
Perhaps an arm crudely chopped by himself could regrow?
Regardless of how one might view it, this Arhat Manifestation was ultimately an energy body.
As long as there was sufficient energy and no special rules restricting it, it should be able to restore itself, right?
However, judging by Bryant Jas’ expression that looked like his father had died, this act of chopping off the arm must have been a substantial blow to the Arhat.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so reluctant to strike.
One golden arm after another plumted from the sky, slamming heavily onto the ground.
Soon, the Eight-Ard Arhat turned into a One-Ard Arhat, left only with the arm gripping the huge axe.
This delay exacerbated the erosion by the Blood Mist, making the whole arm riddled with holes, its radiance dimd; it looked as though it could dissipate at any mont, and the erosion was still spreading towards the shoulder.
With reddened eyes, Bryant Jas drove his Divine Swords into the air and then, carrying a mighty force, he directly chopped at the last arm.
“Boom!”
The last arm too crashed onto the ground, and the Arhat in the sky was now armless.
Not only that, the once radiantly golden figure now looked dim, seemingly on the verge of dissolution.
Though the Arhat still towered at hundreds of ters, his now armless form seed so downcast and ironically comical.
Bryant Jas nearly gnashed his teeth to pieces; he had never expected to be defeated by a re Blood Mist.
This unsolvable Blood Mist!
Had he been prepared, of course, things might have been better, but everyone was in battle, vulnerable to unexpected strikes!
The only consolation was that the fire hadn’t burned him this ti.
Next ti he faced Carson Flores, he would be ready and wouldn’t fall for his tricks again.
Collecting his Arhat, Bryant Jas’ face was ashen, his eyes seemingly afla, “Do you realize you almost destroyed my Abnormal Phenonon?”
Carson Flores nodded, “Is there a problem?”
Bryant Jas was stumped, indeed, what problem was there?
Everyone had agreed to fight till death, taking responsibility for the outcos.
Others had even warned him—it was his own insistence.
So, whom could he bla now?
“You planned this from the start, didn’t you?”
Carson responded calmly, “What if I did?
Compared to you trying to kill , I’ve only temporarily ruined your Abnormal Phenonon.
That’s already quite rciful, Bryant Jas.
I warn you, don’t bare your fangs at again.
Otherwise, next ti what burns won’t just be your Abnormal Phenonon, but your body and Primordial Spirit.
Vanishing from both life and cultivation, your spirit annihilated completely.”
Bryant Jas was so furious he almost spat blood— he had lost.
It wasn’t a loss of strength, but to underhanded tactics!
Bryant Jas clenched his teeth, unwilling to speak to Carson Flores any longer.
Now, any word he uttered would just be a taunt from Carson.
The more he spoke, the more humiliating it got.
A winner reigns, a loser has no say.
Bryant Jas turned to the hall, “I’ve lost, send away.”
As soon as Bryant Jas finished speaking, a Light Gate appeared ahead.
“Victors stay, losers leave through the Light Gate.”
Bryant Jas didn’t look at Carson again, took a reluctant glance at the hall that felt tantalizingly close, then lowered his gaze and stepped through that Light Gate.
His vision blurred, Bryant Jas felt himself being harshly thrown out, then tumbling downwards.
Stabilizing his form, Bryant Jas turned to see that he was now outside the Ghost Tower.
Looking at the Ghost Tower, his eyes brimd with resentnt.
Carson Flores, you’ve shad once again!
You must die!
If I can’t kill you openly, I’ll find soone to do it!
Regardless, you are rely at the Initial Spirit Transformation Stage—I do not believe you can guard against those formidable and elusive assassins!
While Bryant Jas thought bitterly about his revenge, an unrestrained, wild laughter suddenly erupted from below.
“Hahaha, Bryant Jas!
Weren’t you so arrogant before, thinking the Ghost Tower belonged to you?
How did you end up being eliminated, hahaha…”
Bryant Jas looked down to see Kash Lam standing on a large rock, his waist cocked as he laughed uncontrollably and mockingly.
Bryant Jas’s expression turned cold, and he was about to descend to teach Kash Lam a lesson.
However, seeing countless Cultivators staring at him, he decided against it.
What would it matter if he beat Kash Lam?
It wouldn’t change the fact that he had been eliminated.
More importantly, once Carson walked out of the tower and said that Bryant Jas was defeated by him, that would be even more humiliating.
Beating Carson Flores was impossible, so should he bully the relatively weaker Kash Lam?
Is this how the son of Kahdas acts, bullying the weak but fearing the strong?
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