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Chapter 470 - 466: Desperate Fight to the Death (Part 3)

Chapter 470: Chapter 466: Desperate Fight to the Death (Part 3)

A battle without hope is the most despair-inducing.

Ling Chen is now engulfed in such despair. If courage, perseverance, and boldness could make up for everything, Ling Chen would certainly not be stingy. The problem is, in the face of absolute power, everything can be rendered irrelevant.

Looking at the silent Ling Chen, the smile on Han Yu’s face grew even more smug, as if relishing the feeling of being the center of attention once again.

In the gaze of everyone present, Han Yu took steps towards Ling Chen, the tip of the Longquan Sword scraping faint sparks from the ground, emitting a crisp clanging sound reverberating across the entire venue.

"Tell me, how do you wish to die? This is your last choice to make; I advise you to treasure it."

Hearing Han Yu’s voice rise above the arena, Qiu Yong and others in the seated area were restlessly poised, eyes fixated on Han Yu, ready to leap in for a rescue at any moment. Beside them, Song Ge gripped his sword hilt, his eyes sharp and ready to strike.

Ling Chen had once aided him, and now that Ling Chen was in danger, he would definitely not stand by and watch him perish.

"Han Yu," Zhou Qi, standing at the edge of the arena, open his mouth to say: "Mercy to the merciful; there are some things you shouldn’t take to extremes."

Han Yu turned to glance at Zhou Qi, sneering as he said, "Elder Zhou, I don’t need you to teach me how to conduct my affairs."

With these words, Han Yu’s gaze returned to Ling Chen, his steps closing in once more.

Feeling the oppressive force approaching him, Ling Chen tightened his grip on his longbow, his flickering gaze gradually becoming steely and fearless.

Having seen life and death, Ling Chen had long since put concerns of mortality aside. He was not afraid of death; he just loathed a pathetic end. At this juncture, other than fighting to the death, there were no other options left.

In the blink of a thought, Ling Chen, having made his resolve, slowly raised his head, staring directly at Han Yu’s cold gaze, striding forward without any hint of retreat.

"Humph!" His action caught in Han Yu’s eyes, instantly turning into a disdainful sneer.

"Impatient to die, are you? Fine, I’ll oblige!"

In a flash, the sword light burst forth, with Han Yu’s wrist propelling the Longquan Sword to resonate sharply, its piercing wail enveloping the entire arena, aiming straight for Ling Chen’s neck.

As the sword tip rapidly enlarged in his pupils, Ling Chen lightly tapped his toe, placing the last sharp arrow on the bowstring, facing the thrust of the Longquan Sword without flinching.

What is he trying to do?

Is he courting death?

At this sight, everyone stood up from their seats, eyes glued to Ling Chen, expressions of shock on their faces.

At that moment, the edge of the Longquan Sword was less than a foot away from Ling Chen’s body, its speed blazing fast, potentially piercing through Ling Chen’s throat at any moment. At such a close distance, even if Ling Chen wanted to dodge, he couldn’t.

Suddenly, Ling Chen spread his arms wide, raising the longbow in his hands, the bow fully drawn in a semicircle shape, pointing directly at Han Yu, his Mo Che-like pupils devoid of fear.

So that’s how it is!

At this moment, the crowd understood Ling Chen’s intentions.

He knew he was no match for Han Yu and it was unlikely that he would leave the arena alive, so he chose the most extreme course of action.

Either mutual destruction or a shared demise.

Within a distance of less than two meters, even if Han Yu’s Longquan Sword pierced through Ling Chen’s body, he wouldn’t be able to avoid that sharp arrow’s lethal blow.

Seeing Ling Chen charging straight at him, the cold smile on Han Yu’s face stiffened. All the things that everyone else could understand, how could he not? For a moment, a flicker of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

Concerning his own life, he dared not gamble; it was too risky. What’s more, he held a significant advantage and could have toyed with Ling Chen until death—there was no need to take such a risk.

Thinking this, Han Yu’s advancing footsteps paused slightly, and he shifted to the side, avoiding Ling Chen’s head-on approach.

He actually gave up!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in unison, relieved that Ling Chen had narrowly escaped disaster for the time being.

Sometime along the way, everyone began to worry about Ling Chen’s safety. As for Han Yu, although the strength he demonstrated was astonishing, there were few who genuinely wanted to applaud and cheer for him.

At this moment, Ling Chen stood motionless in the center of the arena, his gaze following Han Yu’s steps, constantly changing positions.

By comparison, Han Yu seemed much more relaxed, wandering around Ling Chen as if strolling leisurely in a garden. Suddenly, Han Yu explosively accelerated mid-stride, like a gust of wind, and instantly closed the distance to Ling Chen.

Seeing the flickering figure before him, Ling Chen didn’t even think; he immediately aimed his arrow at the target. However, at that moment, the figure in front of him vanished with a swift shift, disappearing from sight. Before Ling Chen could react, a searing pain suddenly emanated from his arm.

He turned to look and saw a new sword mark on his left arm, blood seeping through the sleeve and streaming down profusely.

Turning back to Han Yu, he was already standing three meters away, his face cold, and a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I initially wanted to finish this quickly, but since you want to play, I’ll keep you company till the end." With that said, Han Yu launched another attack, pressing forward.

Watching Han Yu’s non-stop movement and shifting positions, a heavy feeling settled in Ling Chen’s heart, a tinge of urgency showing on his otherwise calm face. Han Yu was fast, with nimble footing and movements swift as the wind. Every time Ling Chen locked onto a position, Han Yu was already at the next spot, making it impossible to predict his actions.

When Han Yu approached again, Ling Chen hadn’t yet pinpointed his direction when he felt another pang of pain in his right arm, and another blood mark appeared before his eyes.

In an instant—

In less than two minutes, Ling Chen was covered in lacerations and bloodstains. Facing the ghost-like Han Yu, Ling Chen had no ability to resist, like a fish on a cutting board, completely at the mercy of another.

Blood flowed from Ling Chen’s arms and legs, dripping down onto the stage, stark and glaring, wrenching at the hearts of onlookers.

As the duel progressed to this point, many people no longer wished to witness it. In everyone’s minds, this had become a battle with no suspense.

"Han Yu, if you want to kill him, then kill him. What’s the point of this?"

Han Yu glanced at the person speaking in the stands and nodded, "Since everyone is impatient, let’s end this here." Then, turning to look at Ling Chen in the center of the arena, he said with a mocking laugh, "Do you still have the strength to draw your bow?"

Ling Chen remained silent, his face paling from excessive blood loss. His limbs trembled slightly under the intense sting of his wounds, blood seeping through his fingertips, staining the bow’s grip red.

As Han Yu took steps toward Ling Chen, Qiu Yong and others in the audience rose from their seats.

If they didn’t intervene now, Ling Chen would truly be beyond saving.

However, just as everyone was prepared to rescue Ling Chen from Han Yu’s clutches, a piece of bright red cloth one meter wide, with unknown origins, suddenly appeared in everyone’s line of sight.

The red cloth flew directly onto the stage, passing between Ling Chen and Han Yu, acting as a distinct boundary separating the two.

What’s going on?

Faced with this sudden turn of events, everyone was stunned, their faces full of confusion.