889: Chapter 284 Zither Music Mastery, Passing the Test (Part 2) 889: Chapter 284 Zither Music Mastery, Passing the Test (Part 2) Ye Yinzhu once again beheld the middle-aged man in the realm of Unity of Heaven and Man.
pared to his initial posure when Ye first saw him, the mysterious middle-aged man also experienced significant changes.
His clothes were no longer neat, and his blond hair had bee somewhat disheveled.
More importantly, there was a trail of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Indeed, in that final collision, when “Stone Above the Spring” reached its apex, the middle-aged man had been injured as well.
Although his injuries might not be as severe as Ye Yinzhu’s, Ye had nevertheless managed to wound him.
As Ye Yinzhu struggled to rise from the ground, he asked, “If I can still stand up, does that mean I have passed the test?” As the words left his mouth, he surprised even himself; his voice was so hoarse and every word he spoke brought forth a spray of dark purple blood.
“You’re stronger than I anticipated, particularly in terms of your realm.
Unfortunately, the essence of bat is strength, and you are still far too weak,” said the mysterious middle-aged man indifferently.
Ye Yinzhu’s body suddenly convulsed violently, and the bit of progress he had made in standing up collapsed as he fell back onto the icy ground, staining it with more purple frost.
“Do not attempt to struggle anymore.
According to my calculations, forty percent of the meridians in your body have been pletely severed, thirty percent are intermittently connected, and virtually none remain intact.
All of your internal organs have suffered damage to varying degrees, and I can affirm that none of them remain in their original position.
I don’t know why the bones in your chest are so hard, but other than that area, seven of your ribs are fractured.
The only reasons you remain conscious and aware are that your heart and brain have not been gravely injured.
But with injuries of this magnitude, even if you were to expel your shattered organs, it would be impossible for you to stand up again,” the middle-aged man said coldly, as if he were a doctor describing to his students a cadaver about to be dissected.
Ye Yinzhu knew the man was right; although his Original Force was continuously repairing his body, the trauma he had suffered this time was indeed too severe.
Yet he did not give up, his pride and final bit of determination kept him from giving in, and he continued to struggle to rise from the icy ground.
“Can you tell me if you are my trial?” Ye Yinzhu managed to squeeze out the words through gritted teeth.
The mysterious middle-aged man nodded and stated, “Yes, I am your trial.”
Ye Yinzhu smiled, and although his smile was uglier than a cry in his current state, he still did it.
He had not summoned Zi at the first opportunity because he clearly remembered that the Divine Dragon King had told him that this was his trial alone.
To keep Zi from detecting any changes, Ye Yinzhu even forcibly used his spiritual power to simulate a state of normalcy.
After reaching the Sub-God rank, he had bee the dominant one in their soul connection.
Now more than ever, he could not possibly summon Zi to his side.
No matter whether the person before him was his trial, because he was certain that Zi would not be a match for this opponent, even though the opponent was also injured.
“Then, if I manage to stand up, does that mean I’ve passed this test?” Ye Yinzhu fiercely clenched his teeth and lifted his right hand, with nine trails of purple light flickering at his fingertips.
Although Phil Jackson had told him not to use this method again, at this point, he had no other choice.
“Let’s wait until you actually stand up,” the middle-aged man said coldly.
With his arms crossed over his chest, he seemed to be toying with Ye Yinzhu like a cat with a mouse, not in the least bit anxious, and even a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Ye Yinzhu didn’t directly insert the Zi Zhu Magic Needles into his body, because he knew that if he couldn’t stand up using his own strength, then even using the Nine-needle Stimulating Divine Technique wouldn’t help him win the battle.
People often unleash their full potential when facing desperate circumstances, even though he could clearly feel his life force rapidly ebbing away.
But with unwavering will, he supported himself with his hands and feet, inching his way upward from the ground.
His face had turned purple-red, and the extreme pain nearly prevented him from breathing.
He could even feel the peculiar sensation of his broken ribs piercing his internal organs, one rib had even punctured through his skin, slowly pressing against the Divine Source Magic Robe on his chest and stomach.
In such a state, he still struggled to rise from the ground.
Prepared for the pain, he didn’t allow himself to exert effort in vain this time, fiercely maintaining every bit of progress he achieved.
It was a simple act of standing up from the ground, but for the current Ye Yinzhu, it was no less than a grueling battle.
The middle-aged man’s expression finally changed, but the look in his eyes as he watched Ye Yinzhu was not one of surprise, but rather a touch of appreciation.
Ye Yinzhu discovered that something seemed to have fallen from the corner of his mouth onto the icy ground.
Although he couldn’t see it, the sensation and the leak of air from the corner of his mouth told him that his teeth had shattered—not from the impact of the opponent’s strike before, but from the extreme pain he had bitten them to pieces himself.
Even so, he rose to his feet, bit by bit.
His legs were trembling, his arms were trembling, every part of his body was shaking, but still, he stood up straight.
In his eyes, there was no hint of defeat or regret, there was only pride.
Blood mixed with pieces of internal organs was almost continuously dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The qi and blood in his body raged uncontrollably, and the remaining original force was not enough to repair such severe injuries.
Nevertheless, Ye Yinzhu maintained his standing posture without using anything for support.
“Now…
can you…
tell…
me, does this…
count as…
passing…
the trial?” he asked with difficulty.
Ye Yinzhu could only speak with his mouth closed and teeth clenched, letting each word seep from his mouth, afraid that if he opened it, he might expel everything inside.
He couldn’t take the risk.
“Yes, I can tell you now.
Standing up doesn’t represent anything.
Your trial is simple, just to defeat me.
Only when I fall do you qualify to obtain the Life Spring,” the mysterious middle-aged man responded, his expressions and voice as indifferent as ever after a brief change in his demeanor.
Watching Ye Yinzhu, he slowly raised his palm again.
What did the standing enemy mean?
It meant he still had the strength to fight again, and there was no reason to stop.
Ye Yinzhu smiled, though the middle-aged man across from him couldn’t really tell if it was a smile.
Nine purple lights almost simultaneously pierced into the top of Ye Yinzhu’s head from root to end, causing his body to tremble even more violently in an instant.
The instant stimulation of the nine Zi Zhu Magic Needles almost made him lose consciousness, but he endured, just as he had straightened his spine now.
With a gulping sound, Ye Yinzhu swallowed the blood at his mouth.
Faint ripples of water began to reappear around his body; although it was severely damaged, his upright posture slowly stabilized.
With both palms hitting the area between his chest and abdomen, protruding ribs were pressed back into place, and the displaced ribs were drawn out by the original force.
Despite the steam rising from his body during this process, he succeeded.
During this process, the mysterious middle-aged man could have killed Ye Yinzhu a hundred times, yet his raised hand slowly lowered again, then raised, then lowered.
He suddenly found himself somewhat unable to strike at the man before him.
“e on, what’s wrong?
Are you scared?” Ye Yinzhu said with a hint of mockery.
The middle-aged man’s face slightly changed, and he finally moved.
His figure flickering, he appeared once more in front of Ye Yinzhu, and his palms were instantly pressed against Ye Yinzhu’s chest.
The golden light reignited, and that terrifying energy reemerged with a positive and negative charge.
But at that moment, Ye Yinzhu, not knowing whether he really had lost all his strength, didn’t dodge.
He even opened his arms, allowing the other man to approach and press his palms against his chest.
The middle-aged man showed no mercy.
The moment his palms touched Ye Yinzhu’s body, the golden light burst furiously.
The Super Divine Artefact Desolate Dragon Yin’s Zither could only protect Ye Yinzhu’s heart.
This time, without the protection of his main original force, Ye Yinzhu’s chest cavity’s bones, including the previously sturdy sternum, all shattered under the impact of that terrifying gold light’s positive and negative charges.
His body flew through the air like a cannonball.
But it wasn’t just him that flew up—the mysterious middle-aged man flew up with him.
For the first time, a sense of panic arose in the middle-aged man’s heart.
He found that Ye Yinzhu’s left arm was tightly wrapped around him.
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