Any Martial Artist knows how difficult it is to challenge someone beyond their Realm.
"Very good, you forced me to use my trump card; you can die now!"
Tian Yilin gripped his sword with both hands, and wisps of hurricane-like Qi formed around him. The bluestones beneath his feet rapidly shattered, and a suffocating power brewed around him.
Terrifying Qi waves formed a nebula, hovering above the arena. This was a manifestation of power, combining the Tian Family's Great Wind Fist with sword techniques, perfectly integrating the two Martial Skills.
Chen Zheng's brows furrowed. His power was difficult to Breakthrough further, and resisting an Acquired Eighth Realm Martial Artist was already his limit.
Completely killing him would be somewhat difficult.
A large amount of Sword Qi entwined around the longsword, emitting a crackling sound. The surrounding airflow became chaotic, and Tian Yilin's feet suddenly propelled him forward, turning into an afterimage, heading straight for Chen Zheng.
A killing sword Move!
"Chen Zheng is in danger. No one can survive this sword Move, unless they are a true Acquired Ninth Realm Martial Artist."
The crowd burst into exclamations. The power of this sword Move approached the Acquired Ninth Realm; death was certain.
Ai Linna's hidden darts appeared in her palm, ready to be unleashed.
The ten-meter distance was covered in the blink of an eye, and Tian Yilin's longsword appeared within three steps of Chen Zheng.
"The opportunity has come!"
There is only one chance; seize the opportunity, for it will not come again.
Infusing power into his feet, he shot out like a leopard, also turning into an afterimage, and the two rapidly closed the distance between them.
"What's going on? Is this kid crazy? He's not choosing to dodge but actively meeting it head-on. This is seeking his own death!"
To survive, the best way is to dodge, find a tiny gap, and calmly avoid the vital parts.
Actively meeting it head-on like this would only lead to a quicker death, being completely enveloped by the longsword and losing all avenues of retreat.
Only Ai Linna showed a hint of surprise in her eyes, and a beautiful arc formed on her lips.
In a flash, the two collided. Tian Yilin's longsword passed close to Chen Zheng's armpit, bringing forth a spray of blood. Relying on Ghost Shadow Seven Steps, he avoided the vital areas.
"Flowing Cloud Kill!"
At this very moment, at the cost of injury, he unleashed the new Move he had comprehended, which was strange and tricky.
A burst of bright light erupted, and Tian Yilin's eyes almost popped out. It was too late to dodge.
The two were too close. Chen Zheng's self-destructive approach was primarily to get close to him.
Only a madman would fight in such a reckless manner.
"Swoosh!"
The long saber pierced through Tian Yilin's chest. Their bodies suddenly separated, falling from the air back onto the arena.
"Puff, puff, puff..."
Large mouthfuls of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, sprayed out. The moment Tian Yilin landed, he collapsed, his body trembling, his white robe covered in bloodstains.
His body twitched, and blood gushed from the wound like a fountain.
Chen Zheng was also in a bad state. His armpit had been pierced by the longsword, and blood gushed out. He tore his clothes and tied them around the wound.
Taking out the hundred-year Spirit Medicine he had bought a few days ago, Chen Zheng consumed it directly.
A hundred-year Spirit Medicine could bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh. Even with only a breath left, it could save a person.
In contrast, Tian Yilin was not so lucky. His chest was pierced by the longsword, damaging his internal organs, and he was severely injured.
A large section of his chest was caved in, and four of his ribs were broken.
"What's going on? How did his saber technique suddenly become so powerful?"
The Martial Artists watching the battle were bewildered. The combat power Chen Zheng suddenly unleashed was comparable to the Acquired Ninth Realm, which was somewhat unbelievable.
"Let's hurry and leave. We've mocked him quite a bit over the years. If he finds out, he definitely won't let us off."
Some people started to sneak away, not daring to watch any further.
"So what? If Marquis Chiye doesn't return, he's still dead. The Tian Family won't let him off. Killing Tian Tong and defeating Tian Yilin means certain death."
Someone said through gritted teeth, hoping Chen Zheng would die quickly.
"Cough, cough..."
Violent coughing interrupted their discussion. Tian Yilin's body was convulsing, blood was gushing out, and his breath was very weak. If he wasn't treated in time, he would only die.
All his pride vanished without a trace.
"Tong'er, Yi'er..."
At this moment, a figure descended from the sky. Tian Jingyi's eyelids had been twitching, feeling that something was wrong. He rushed out of the Family and headed towards the Life and Death Arena.
When he was about to arrive, he happened to witness this scene.
Tian Yilin was sent flying, spitting blood, his internal organs ruptured, requiring a large amount of Medicinal Pills to recover.
Like an eagle descending, he reached out and embraced Tian Yilin, calling out loudly.
"Yi'er, Yi'er, don't lose consciousness!"
Tian Yilin's breath grew weaker and weaker.
"Father, your son is unworthy of you. I shall depart first!"
As soon as he spoke, a large mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining Tian Jingyi's sleeve.
"I won't let you die. I brought Medicinal Pills for you."
After Tian Jingyi finished speaking, he took out a wax pill from his embrace. After crushing it, a strong Medicinal Pill fragrance diffused across the arena. Taking a whiff made one feel completely comfortable.
"This is a Great Reviving Pill. It can bring the dead back to life, and one pill is worth a million gold coins."
The crowd burst into exclamations. It was impossible for such a pill to appear in Yan City; it must have been bought from the capital.
After consuming the Great Reviving Pill, Tian Yilin's complexion improved significantly, pulling him back from the brink of death.
"Yi'er, don't worry. I won't let you die. I will immediately write to your Second Uncle. He knows many people and will invite experts to treat your injuries."
With his vital signs stable, Tian Jingyi's eyes gradually changed, and a terrifying killing intent shot out from him, pervading the entire arena.
He handed Tian Yilin over to the Family Elder who had come with him, who carefully carried him down. As for Tian Tong's corpse, it was dragged away, completely dead.
Seeing his sons, one dead and one on the verge of death, Tian Jingyi could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.
"Little bastard, I want you dead!"
Tian Jingyi practically roared, disregarding his status and Face. He was a dignified Ninth Realm Kai Mai Realm Martial Artist, yet he uttered such words.
With one son killed and another crippled, it was understandable. Any other person would not be able to remain calm.
Chen Zheng was expressionless. By killing Tian Tong, he had already prepared for the worst.
He did not regret it. If Tian Tong didn't die, the resentment in his heart wouldn't be vented, and he would never be able to Breakthrough to the Acquired Sixth Realm. A month later, he would still be dead.
He had to walk this Dao.
Having died once already, he didn't care about dying again.
Some things, even though one knows there's no turning back, still must be done.
Tian Jingyi walked over step by step, terrifying killing intent enveloping him. He wished he could wring Chen Zheng's neck and drink his blood dry.
"Little bastard, do you have any last words before you die!"
Standing ten steps away from Chen Zheng, with his Realm, he could crush Chen Zheng with one hand. No one in the entire Yan City could protect him.
His fists clenched tightly. The three words "little bastard" were his inverse scale; anyone who touched it would die.
"Old bastard, if I don't die today, I will definitely flatten the entire Tian Family in the future!"
Chen Zheng spoke each word distinctly, an emotionless hatred brewing around him, vowing to flatten the Tian Family.
"You won't have that chance. Die!"
For some reason, when Chen Zheng made his vow just now, Tian Jingyi's heart tightened, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.