hsntnovel Chapter 246 Winning and Losing
Chapter 246 Winning and Losing
Jiang Fuyuan has always had a sharp tongue.
He Jingtong had long been aware of this matter.
The young man's words floated past his ears, and He Jingtong lowered his eyes, pondering how to resolve this match.
—If we were to try to see who would succumb to their injuries first, He Jingtong was quite confident in his ability to endure pain. He had undergone a lot of similar training since childhood, and the reason he was concerned was similar to why he couldn't deliver a fatal blow just now.
For a ring competition, for a mere exchange of skills, this is perhaps a bit too lethal.
That leaves only one solution.
He Jingtong sighed inwardly.
He showed no sign of backing down in the face of the attack, but instead swung his blade, the edge of which clashed with the dagger in Jiang Fuyuan's hand.
Jiang Xingni, in a daze, even felt that He Jingtong was about to shake off his arm.
Jiang Xingni covered her eyes, speechless.
Although she had seen all kinds of dead people, she was still shocked by the scene before her—when He Jingtong slashed down, the hand that was about to be severed by his own attack was the same hand that was holding the knife. As a result, bones and flesh flew everywhere along with He Jingtong's movements.
A few drops of blood even splattered directly onto Jiang Fuyuan's face.
Jiang Fuyuan, who had been smugly provoking He Jingtong, was stunned for a moment.
The young boy had never seen anything like it before.
His hand holding the knife trembled slightly. Jiang Xingnian recalled that Jiang Fuyuan was probably the youngest among the group, fourteen or fifteen years old this year.
One of the reasons he enrolled in Taixu Academy was because his superpower, [damage reflection], was simply too overpowered.
If we follow the normal timeline, he should still be in his third year of junior high school or just starting his first year of senior high school—thinking about this, Jiang Xingni felt himself becoming more tolerant.
He and Lu Ming should be around the same age.
Jiang Xingni suddenly remembered Lu Ming, but she didn't know when Lu Ming would be able to truly join the main characters.
Considering Lu Ming's reaction to the strange creatures, it wasn't too surprising that Jiang Fuyuan was so shocked by He Jingtong's behavior that his hands trembled.
They are still young after all.
"Are you sure you don't need to call a halt?" Jiang Fuyuan asked cautiously.
The damage is shared in a sense. Jiang Fuyuan knew how much pain his arm, which was about to be cut off, was in, and naturally he also knew how much pain He Jingtong on the other side had endured.
He Jingtong's usually expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile.
The eerie green eyes stared quietly at Jiang Fuyuan's face: "I have no intention of admitting defeat."
—That means keep fighting.
Jiang Fuyuan simply wanted to win this round and then provoke Xiao Jiming to vent his anger for his captain. He didn't really intend to kill He Jingtong.
With things having come to this, he endured the pain that felt like his right hand was about to break and switched the dagger he was holding to his left hand.
Those green eyes, similar in color to He Jingtong's—He Jingtong was backlit, so his eyes were darker, while Jiang Fuyuan was facing the light, so the green in his eyes was noticeably brighter, like a light lake—made eye contact with He Jingtong for a moment, followed by something sparkling, the blade of a knife reflecting sunlight into He Jingtong's eyes.
He Jingtong was momentarily stunned.
good chance.
Jiang Fuyuan thought to himself.
His choice of stance on the ring was well worth it.
He stood in this position so that He Jingtong might be blinded by the reflected light because He Jingtong was facing away from the sun.
Seeing the smug look on Jiang Fuyuan's face, He Jingtong's face remained expressionless, though a faint smile flickered in his eyes as he lightly swept his gaze across Jiang Fuyuan's brow.
The dagger was swung too slowly.
Although Jiang Fuyuan had tried his best to make him go faster, even faster.
However, his left hand was not the hand that Jiang Fuyuan was used to holding the knife.
Is it because it hurts too much?
This question suddenly flashed through Jiang Fuyuan's mind.
The strike missed its mark.
He Jingtong took a step back, dodging the dagger that was swung towards him.
With a sudden whooshing sound, Jiang Fuyuan tore the hem of her dress, and one hem fell down.
Jiang Fuyuan concentrated for a moment, then changed direction in mid-air.
Suddenly, a sharp dagger pierced through He Jingtong's back at an extremely tricky angle.
The smile in He Jingtong's eyes grew wider and wider.
Jiang Fuyuan is still too young; he doesn't have the awareness that his own body can be used as a weapon.
He Jingtong did not dodge the knife; he simply tilted his body slightly to the side.
The dagger pierced his arm perfectly, severing most of it and leaving only a thin layer of skin and flesh.
The force was too great to be contained in time.
Jiang Fuyuan instinctively turned his blade, not wanting to sever the last connection, and directly cut off He Jingtong's arm in front of everyone.
However, his momentary weakness caused his dagger to pierce right into his own flesh.
With a soft "pfft".
The blade pierced through the skin and penetrated firmly into the gaps between the muscles and bones.
Fresh blood gushed out.
Jiang Fuyuan's supernatural ability mechanism began to activate—but this time, the one who inflicted the harm on him was himself.
The superpower developed a bug, and layers of penetrating wounds accumulated on his body.
Jiang Fuyuan felt like he was about to faint from the pain.
If he hadn't stopped using his superpower in time, Jiang Fuyuan felt he would have been dragged to his death by his own superpower.
"I still need to work harder." He Jingtong sheathed his sword and made a hand gesture for himself.
The translucent talisman spontaneously combusted in mid-air without fire, and its ashes swirled and scattered in the sunlight.
He Jingtong lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Fuyuan who was almost fainting from the pain, hesitated for a few seconds, and then picked him up with some disgust, avoiding the wound.
"You need to practice using your left hand with a knife more, and not rely too much on your superpower."
He stepped off the stage, gave a few lazily reminders, and then handed Jiang Fuyuan to Ye Xunnan.
Ye Xunnan had just dealt with Zhai Lequ, who had been knocked off the stage, when he took over the hand of Jiang Fuyuan, who was in so much pain that tears were streaming down his face.
Treatment is very busy.
She tried to maintain a gentle smile on her face, and then spoke in a mild tone.
"Thank you for taking care of Jiang Fuyuan."
It's not wrong to say that they took care of her.
After all, He Jingtong didn't leave Jiang Fuyuan all alone on the stage; he even gave Jiang Fuyuan some pointers on his future training.
Ye Xunnan had no reason to blame the other party.
She simply took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and looked at Jiang Xingni, who was some distance away.
"Sorry, I've used up a lot of my power, so I might have to wait a while before I can continue our sparring."