World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 452 - 239: Naval Battle! Turing Chen Crippled!_2

Chapter 452: 239: Naval Battle! Turing Chen Crippled!_2

Before, Turing Chen’s martial arts skills were of course far superior to Yan Nai’er’s.

But now, after Yan Nai’er had devoured the energy of the Dragon Seal Stele, her skills had advanced by leaps and bounds. The two of them were almost on the same level, with Turing Chen only slightly better.

However, Yan Nai’er held the Blood Sea Dragon Gold Sword in her hand.

In a brief moment, the platinum sword in Turing Chen’s hand was chopped into two parts.

Then, with each sword strike more ferocious than the last, Yan Nai’er adopted a do-or-die stance, instantly forcing Turing Chen to break out in a cold sweat.

"Shua shua shua..."

At this moment, Yan Nai’er seemed as if she was ablaze with fervor.

Without any thought of defense, she was intent on taking Turing Chen down with her before succumbing to death.

"Yan Nai’er, if you keep pressing me like this, don’t blame me for being ruthless," Turing Chen said coldly.

Yan Nai’er turned a deaf ear, her sword raining down like a violent storm.

Turing Chen noticed at a glance that Yan Nai’er was full of flaws, especially her unprotected left shoulder.

"Whoosh..." His sword, like a venomous snake, lunged viciously towards Yan Nai’er’s fragrant shoulder.

"Puchi..."

Turing Chen’s broken sword plunged violently into Nai’er’s left shoulder, and blood spurted wildly.

Then, he violently aimed to pierce through Nai’er’s entire shoulder.

But Nai’er’s sword, like lightning, struck fiercely towards Turing Chen’s neck.

Turing Chen was horrified and used all his martial arts skills to make a hasty retreat.

"Whoosh..." Nai’er’s sword grazed lightly.

Instantly, Turing Chen felt a chill on his neck, and blood poured out.

He felt his soul scatter in terror, just a hair’s breadth away his carotid artery could have been severed, and he would have been sent to the netherworld.

"Ah..." Turing Chen roared in horror, "Lord Luan, what are you waiting for?"

Lord Tuli Yun’s face twisted and contorted.

He was somewhat old-fashioned by nature and was somewhat ashamed to face a woman and resort to two against one.

But as the matter was of great importance, he really couldn’t allow Turing Chen to suffer a fatal injury on his ship.

He took a deep breath.

Lord Tuli Yun suddenly drew his greatsword and attacked towards Yan Nai’er’s back.

But at that moment, Yan Nai’er paid no attention to Tuli Yun behind her; her eyes were fixed solely on Turing Chen.

It was this man in front of her who had delivered the news of her husband’s death. So she directly regarded Turing Chen as the enemy who had killed her husband, determined to kill him at all costs.

"Shua shua shua shua..."

With no defense and riddled with openings, Yan Nai’er was immediately pierced by several of Turing Chen’s thrusts, and blood gushed out profusely.

Yet, none of the strikes caused a fatal injury, because Nai’er was using kamikaze tactics. If Turing Chen wanted to deal a deadly blow to her, he would also receive a fatal wound.

And Lord Tuli Yun behind Nai’er was merely making feints without actually attacking.

Turing Chen kept retreating, but he quickly found his back against the stern of the ship with no room to retreat.

At that moment, Yan Nai’er revealed another fatal flaw – her unprotected left chest. If pierced, it would certainly be fatal.

"Yan Nai’er, you’re forcing my hand," Turing Chen’s eyes turned frosty.

His sword in hand, like a venomous snake, thrust towards Yan Nai’er’s exposed left chest.

Yan Nai’er, heedless and undeterred, aimed her fierce sword at Turing Chen’s neck to chop.

Again and again she struck with almost only one move, hacking at the neck, intending to decapitate Turing Chen.

"Puchi..."

Turing Chen’s sword pierced violently into Nai’er’s chest, sinking two inches deep, and blood sprayed.

He was about to thrust deeper, to pierce through Nai’er, but Nai’er’s sword once again came close to his neck.

Turing Chen, horrified and startled, quickly retreated to the right side to dodge!

But it was already too late!

"Whoosh..."

Nai’er’s Dragon Gold Sword swept across, and there was a slight chill.

Turing Chen’s entire left arm, silent and breathless, fell to the ground, severed at the root.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not even blood could flow out immediately.

"Ah..." Turing Chen’s gaze froze, letting out a hoarse roar.

Behind him, Lord Luan Yang, Tuli Ming, turned pale and no longer dared to feint, his huge sword swept toward Nai’er’s neck.

"Bang..." Nai’er’s delicate body jolted.

Her neck struck, Nai’er’s vision darkened, and she fainted to the ground.

"Ah... ah..." Turing Chen, looking at his severed arm, roared desperately.

His arm was gone.

He had actually become disabled!

And it was the woman he had once loved most that had cut it off.

Seeing Yan Nai’er collapsed and unconscious, rage surged in his heart, and he violently moved to sever Yan Nai’er’s arm with his broken sword.

But after a brief hesitation, he gave up.

Then, his gaze fell upon Yan Nai’er’s face; even in unconsciousness with eyes closed, she still looked stunningly beautiful, like a blue enchantress.

Her body, although stained with blood, was still explosively exaggerated to the point of being devilish.

This was once the woman he loved most, the woman he longed for day and night, yet from beginning to end, he had not touched even a single finger of hers.

And now, this woman had cheapened herself to another man, and for that other man, she had even severed his arm.

Endless fury, endless jealousy.

"Yan Nai’er, you forced me to do this, even if you commit suicide right after, I still need to get what I desire, to sleep with you once," Turing Chen gritted his teeth and said, advancing aggressively to drag Nai’er into the cabin.

"What are you doing?" Lord Luan Yang, Tuli Ming, bellowed in rage.

"Suo Lun defiled my sister; I’ll take his fiancée. It’s only fair," Turing Chen said coldly.

"You think not..." Tuli Ming said: "Where is your nobility? Where’s your samurai spirit? Suo Lun is already dead, you can kill his wife, you can capture his wife, but you cannot touch her with a finger."

Turing Chen snapped back: "Where were you when Suo Lun was insulting my sister, your daughter-in-law?"

Lord Tuli Yun replied coldly: "I’m not blind, your sister Turing Duo originally adored Suo Lun, and she probably didn’t take his insult seriously, might even have felt fulfilled. Just as Commandery Princess Zhi Ning went as far as to fall out with her brother and flee to Yanjing to save her child with Suo Lun, does Yan Nai’er have any feelings for you?"

These words struck a nerve in Turing Chen’s heart, and he burst out in anger: "Lord Tuli, what do you mean by that?"

Lord Tuli Ming replied coldly: "I also want to thank you for informing me of your sister Turing Duo’s impurity. Suo Lun is dead, victory in this battle is already determined, let’s call off the marriage alliance between our families."

And just then.

Suddenly, the Luanyang Fleet fell into chaos.

"The fleet is under attack, a massive pirate fleet has emerged from the rear, closing in furiously!" a pirate reported.

Tuli Ming strained his eyes wide; it was midnight, and the sea was pitch black, so he could see nothing.

Then, he ignited a rocket fiercely and shot it into the sky.

"Whoosh..."

The light illuminated miles of sea surface.

Tuli Ming’s expression changed drastically.

The Rock Pirate Fleet, it was the Rock Pirate Fleet.

Wolves of the sea!

The speed of the Rock Pirate Fleet was incredibly fast, with more than a hundred warships pouncing crazily like a wolf pack.

"Adjust direction, engage in battle, engage in battle..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Within a short fifteen minutes, the Queen’s Island Fleet led by Suo Lun, like a ferocious pack of wolves, directly lunged into the fray.

A mad, bloody battle ensued.

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