My Way

Chapter 983 A Little Real Skill (Part Two)

"...Won't this kill someone?"

As one of the countless spectators outside the arena, and one of the very few who had some actual understanding of Ling Wuyuan's true strength.

The moment Ling Wuyuan uttered those words.

Wu Yanlian, who was outside the venue, automatically offered her criticism.

Although she knew very well that the competition venue was an artificial cave with various special means to protect the lives of the participants, it was ultimately just a set of methods set up by the Void Realm and Heart Domain Realm experts, not by those powerful figures themselves.

Under the circumstances where Ling Wuyuan was serious...

She felt that it would be better for Shan Wangyuan to write his will first.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Jingshu replied:

"probably not."

"At least if we don't complain about the effort we put in."

"That kind of thing shouldn't happen."

"Of course... if such an accident really happened, we can just apologize."

"Anyway, that person insisted on courting death..."

In general, in her eyes.

If things really develop that way.

Then it's just bad luck for the other party.

This was also the opinion of the others.

Although everyone felt that accidentally killing Shan Wangyuan was not a good thing.

But in this world...

That's hardly a big deal.

As a practitioner.

During the competition.

Everyone automatically accepts a basic rule: one is responsible for one's own life and death.

Even in large-scale competitions like the Jade Court Martial Arts Tournament, which are supervised by dedicated personnel and should theoretically not result in fatalities, this is still the case.

There's always a chance of something going wrong.

Are you afraid of dying but still want to fight?

What kind of joke is this?
Is this a game of make-believe?

So, if we're talking about who would care about Shan Wangyuan's life or death and hold a grudge against Ling Wuyuan and [Snow Moon Cloud Pavilion] because of it... it would probably only be his various relatives and friends and the forces he belongs to.

Other than that.

Nobody really cares.

This world has always been this cruel...

And then I heard their conversation.

Su Qingyue, who was watching the battle intently, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

Through their conversation, she realized that Ling Wuyuan's true strength was likely far greater than she had imagined, so much so that he might be able to kill someone on the field, despite all the emergency protective measures in place.

You know, that's not an easy thing.

At least a normal cultivator at the Void Realm would definitely not have that ability.

Then, just as she was pondering silently, Ling Wuyuan finally made his move.

It's still all about fists.

It remains a balance of true essence strength and physical fitness.

However, this punch was vastly different from the previous one.

If that previous punch made Shan Wangyuan feel that it was unfathomable.

Each trajectory seems to integrate countless subtleties, like an aggregation of thousands of martial arts styles.

It was a mysterious and profound feeling!

Therefore, Ling Wuyuan's punch at this moment was a pure "Fist of Death".

There is no extra charm.

It has no extra meaning.

At the moment the punch was thrown.

Just like a young animal suddenly subjected to intense stimulation.

Shan Wangyuan felt his body suddenly stiffen, and countless images rapidly flashed through his mind... without exception, all of them were images of him dying on the spot.

In a trance.

He also felt that all the events he had experienced in his life were replaying intensely in his mind.

Also at this moment.

Shan Wangyuan, whose life had been replayed in a mirror, deeply understood that Ling Wuyuan had indeed not used his true abilities before.

at the moment.

The opponent had only shown a small part of their skills, and he was already completely overwhelmed.

'Depend on……'

'Does it have to be this strong?'

'It seems like I'm really going to die this time...'

Shan Wangyuan felt that he was probably doomed.

That's the kind of thing that doesn't require any resistance or attempt.

The relevant results would then automatically appear in his mind.

Even his most trusted [Innate Divine Ability], the one that could see through the opponent's weaknesses and help him avoid danger, which had saved him from death many times, was directly telling him one thing: he really couldn't withstand this punch.

In his assessment of [Innate Divine Power].

The opponent's punch can only be described as "perfect," without any weaknesses or flaws.

At least.

Given his abilities.

He couldn't find any weakness in the other party.

next moment.

Nothing unexpected happened.

Ling Wuyuan's fist easily struck Shan Wangyuan.

There is absolutely no room for dodging or resisting.

That's like a snake being struck at its vital spot.

In an instant.

The true essence and blood in Shan Wangyuan's body then went completely out of control, surging violently within him like a mad bull!
The feeling was as if countless invisible blades were violently churning inside his body!

It directly wreaked havoc on Shan Wangyuan's blood vessels and even his organs, making him deeply understand what it meant to have his meridians severed and his flesh and blood melt away.

Moreover, those chaotic phenomena are spreading rapidly.

It is entirely predictable that, next, those out-of-control forces will inevitably shred Shan Wangyuan's brains and even his soul on the spot.

By then.

Shan Wangyuan will face death on the spot.

But it was also at this time.

A certain force immediately emerged from all directions.

That was a hidden trick by the organizers inside this "artificial cave".

Once a participant is on the verge of death, they will immediately appear, forcibly stabilizing the opponent's injuries and teleporting them to the [Rest Area] to recuperate.

however.

this moment.

The backup plans that the organizers had high hopes for turned out to be disappointing.

There was no way to forcibly stabilize Shan Wangyuan's injuries.

Because his injuries, rather than being considered external or internal injuries, were essentially more like a form of self-destruction and self-harm.

Therefore, those special methods that can resist various external forces are naturally of questionable effectiveness.

Just like even the best bulletproof vests and bulletproof glass cannot prevent a user from swallowing a bullet and committing suicide.

For those forces.

At this moment, Shan Wangyuan.

It's like someone committing suicide.

The unruly forces within him were all his own...

For a while.

Look around.

He looked like a tomato about to be squeezed and burst with juice.

A large amount of fresh blood.

It was gushing out of his body as a blood mist.

His skin, flesh, bones... were also cracking inch by inch.

It made him look like some kind of completely shattered porcelain doll.

'Am I going to die?'

'Yes...'

'I think I'm going to die...'

Just as Shan Wangyuan was about to be teleported to the [Rest Area] by the organizers' various tricks.

In his mind.

That's all that's left of me.

There was no resentment, only helplessness.

The helplessness of being less skilled than others.

The helplessness of not being able to withstand even one move and facing imminent death.

He was quite aware that, given this trend, even if he were to be teleported to the [rest area], he would certainly die.

but.

It was at this moment that...

The power that was within him suddenly stopped without warning, and he regained control of it once again.

It felt like a runaway vehicle about to plunge off a cliff, finally managing to brake successfully at the last minute.

'? ? '

Without any hesitation.

He immediately turned his gaze to Ling Wuyuan.

But they didn't even wait for him to say anything.

His body was forcibly teleported away, leaving only a pool of crimson blood on the ground...

(End of this chapter)