Chapter Five If you have experienced everything I have
to war with Qin and ChuBefore discussing what happens after establishing the small Zhou Tian circulation, even within the realm of meridian travel, the resources he possessed alone were far from perf...As soon as Dong A announced the start of the duel, two swords on the wooden platform clashed with a ringing sound!
Before the duel, Fang Peng used every excuse he could think of to back out. But once the duel actually began, he had no hesitation whatsoever. His swordsmanship was extremely steady, precise, and ruthless, leaving no room for error. He was able to stand out among all the outer disciples of Fenglin Daoist Academy and earn the respect of people like Jiang Wang in the past. It was certainly not undeserved.
But Jiang Wang was faster, steadier, and more resolute!
Because he had been waiting for fifty-seven days, because during those fifty-seven days and nights, he was constantly imagining this scene.
Even if severely injured, even if the illness is unbearable, even if he has died several times.
When facing an enemy, the clash of swords brings either injury or death, and he accepts both. However, the pain inflicted by betrayal from someone most trusted is far greater than any physical suffering.
What sustained him through that period was not only an insatiable thirst for life, but also a burning, unyielding hatred!
With a single sword stroke, he shattered Fang Peng's sword stance.
The blade pierced the man, and he charged straight in with his belly, colliding with Fang Pengju's long sword. As blood splattered, Jiang Wang remained impassive, swinging his sword horizontally across, severing Fang Pengju's tendons!
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Two wounds appeared almost simultaneously, but one was inflicted actively and the other passively. This already determined the outcome.
Jiang Wang advanced again, using his elbow as a weapon, and struck forward with force. He slammed into Fang Pengju's chest with all his might.
Just as Fang Pengju had just lost control of his sword in agony, he heard the sound of his own bones cracking clearly.
The entire person was blasted into a shrimp-like shape, crashing beyond the high platform and then being bounced back by those swaying branches, falling onto the high platform.
In just one round, Fang Pengju was defeated!
"How is this possible The gap... it's so huge!"
There was an uproar below the high platform.
Everything happened too quickly. The mixing of Jiang Wang's blood and tears in the Kai Mai Dan allowed Fang Pengju's Dao pulse to appear for the first time, his aura soaring.
The mingling of Jiang Wang's hatred and pain with his sword, also caused Fang Pengju to fall from grace.
“He lost to himself, he lost to fear,” Zhao Rucheng said in a low voice. “If it weren't for fear, he wouldn't have chosen to assassinate his third brother and seize the Kaimudan with such underhanded means. He knew there was no other way for him to surpass his third brother. Once the gap widened, he would never be able to catch up.”
Ling He couldn't help but sigh: "When Lao San first came to the academy, his strength was at the bottom, far inferior to Peng Ju. After a few years, his swordsmanship has become the recognized best among the outer disciples, and Peng Ju has always been proud..."
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Tu Yehu roared, “So what It's all because you're incompetent and shameless!”
Bang!
Jiang Wang slowly drew the long sword from his abdomen and tossed it aside.
The blood-soaked longsword clattered to the ground, just as helpless and panicked as Fang Pengju, who was spewing blood from his mouth.
The long sword hung at his side, and Jiang Wang walked forward slowly.
"Help! Doctor, help me! I'm from the Fang family, and the Fang family is one of the three most prominent families in this city!"
Fang Pengju cried out in fear, where was there even a shred of the air of a rich and noble son
Dong A's face was expressionless: "Since this is a life-or-death duel, it naturally ends with one survivor. Only your opponent decides your life or death."
"Third brother, third brother!" Fang Peng raised his hand to support himself on the ground, retreating constantly, "Forgive me, forgive me! Spare me once!"
"The Fang family is a hundred-year-old clan! But for twenty years, no cultivator has pushed open the door to heaven and earth! One step slow, every step slower! How much time do I have left I can't stop, I carry my father's ardent hope, I can't give up!"
He looked at Jiang Wang with tearful eyes: "Your Kaimudan, I'll tell you, will you give it to me"
Jiang Wang remained silent.
"My uncle went to Yun Guo, but he couldn't buy any Kaimai Dan at all. Even if he could find some, he wouldn't necessarily give it to me. The control over Kaimai Dan is getting stricter and stricter, rewarding only the most promising disciples from the outer sect. Only you in Fenglin Daoist Academy has earned such merit. I can't do anything, I can't do anything!" Fang Peng cried out in despair.
Jiang Wang narrowed his eyes: “I actually understand you. I understand your anxiety, uneasiness, and fear. The Fang family is a large family, giving you a superior environment, but the competition is also fierce. I knew long ago that human desires are endless. I also know how much you crave to prove yourself, how much you want to fight for glory for your deceased father. You've said it all, and I remember it.” He paused, “You’re eager for success, blinded by ambition. I can actually understand."
In Fang Pengju's eyes, a flicker of hope flashed before he replied, "But understanding doesn't mean forgiveness."
After finishing his sentence, Jiang Wang happened to walk right in front of Fang Peng.
The longsword sliced through the air in a clear arc, piercing his chest with precision and without a shred of hesitation.
"How do you repay kindness with gratitude"
"So, since I died once, you need to pay with your life."
Jiang Wang said slowly.
Fang Pengju, using his good left hand, grasped the hilt of the sword and allowed the blade to cut into his palm. He let the sword remain in his body, delaying death for a little while longer.
He gasped, struggling to make a sound.
"Having taken... your wife, I haven't been able to sleep at night. I regret it... I'm sorry. But you're unharmed, aren't you We're brothers. Why... why can't you forgive me... once"
Below the high platform, many people had complex emotions, unable to bear to watch any longer, unable to bear to listen any longer.
But Jiang Wang only looked at him calmly.
"Do you know the feeling of being betrayed Do you know that burning pain and anger inside You made my trust look foolish, you made my experiences like a joke. You made my pain meaningless."
Memory flows like water, yet it holds no warmth, unable to stir.
Have you ever had the experience of lying in a haystack, weak and helpless, only to wait helplessly for death to come
“I seemed to see two shadows swaying before me, I knew they were the Black and White Impermanence. I seemed to hear their breathing, slow and heavy, echoing in my ears. I had sworn to conquer fate! But I knew I was about to die, and I had no way out.”
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"If you had gone through what I've been through, you would understand that some pain is irreparable. I'm a person who has already died once. If I forgave you, I wouldn't be qualified to face myself."
Jiang Wang paused here, then slowly and resolutely drew his long sword.
The high platform slowly descended, its branches contracting until the entire arena of the magical duel transformed back into a small sapling and burrowed into the ground.
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And Fang Pengju lay still on the ground, his right hand hanging limply by his side, his left hand still clutching tightly in front of him, as if gripping the sword that had taken his life. His eyes were wide open, with a lingering trace of pain and unwillingness, a mixture of emotions.
But he is already dead.
Ling He let out a soft sigh, walked forward, took off his outer garment, and draped it over Fang Peng's face.
Tu Yehu opened his mouth, as if wanting to curse, but ultimately couldn't find the words. The person was already dead.
Zhao Ruocheng remained motionless, silent as a statue.
Jiang Wang stood quietly in place, her eyes not looking at anyone in the field, but gazing at the endless and distant sky. It was as if she were looking into the eyes of another self from another time and space.
"Rest now," he thought to himself.
My mind was a blank slate. Suddenly, the earthworm in my spine twitched to life. It leaped from its tail and glided along for a while, finally expelling a perfectly round, full, and beautiful Dao Yuan.
Suddenly, Jiang Wang remembered a saying: "All worldly affairs are enlightened through cultivation, and clear thoughts are one's resources." translate!He looked at Jiang Wang: "Are you really clueless"Jiang Wang tentatively asked, "Is it related to the Unbeaten Fist of the God of War, Jiang Mengxiong"Let me know if you have any other text...