Chapter 234: Chapter 233: The End of the Strong Crossbow
With this black sword in hand, Ye Fan’s confidence surged. He shouted at the Shadow Stream Master, "Shadow Stream Master, where is your boldness now? You’ve been calling
a clown, but you’re the real clown here! Take this!"
He swung the Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword, cleaving down amidst a blur of blades. Under the moonlight, the Shadow Stream Master had sohow procured two short katanas. The two blades were incredibly nimble, moving with fluid ease. Ye Fan felt a surge of horror; had he not dodged so swiftly, his throat might have been slashed. Indeed, the shorter the weapon, the greater the peril.
The Shadow Stream Master ceased his taunts and charged at Ye Fan with explosive speed. His movent technique was so strange that any ordinary Martial Artist would mistake him for a ghost. But Ye Fan’s eyes adapted quickly. He saw through the Shadow Stream Master’s footwork and launched a forceful counterattack.
With one swift move, he shattered the Shadow Stream Master’s katana.
"Not good!" The Shadow Stream Master was stunned and quickly retreated, but Ye Fan pursued him relentlessly.
The Shadow Stream Master was the type of Martial Artist who started at his peak but faltered later on, whereas Ye Fan appeared average at first but grew increasingly stronger with every clash. His combat power was skyrocketing.
Without a doubt, the Shadow Stream Master lacked the strength to kill Ye Fan instantly. At this point, his attacks grew weaker. anwhile, Ye Fan, bolstered by the Magic Power within him, fought tirelessly. With another move, Ye Fan seized an opportunity and struck swiftly, wielding the black sword in his hand to its absolute limit.
However, at that mont, a flash of light seared his eyes as the Shadow Stream Master stated coldly, "Do you really think you can stay at your peak forever?"
*Shadow Secret Technique: Clone!*
"You are mistaken."
A sword thrust through Ye Fan’s body.
Ye Fan stood frozen, staring incredulously at the Shadow Stream Master. The short blade was just an inch from his heart. He realized then that he had been battling the Shadow Stream Master’s clone all along.
"Ah!"
Ignoring the wound in his chest, Ye Fan grabbed the real Shadow Stream Master and roared. His sword cleaved downward, instantly severing his opponent’s left hand. Blood spurted out, and the Shadow Stream Master nearly suffocated. He, too, was now at the end of his strength. Thus, he made no further moves, swiftly retracting and vanishing into the night.
Ye Fan wanted to pursue, but his own injuries had reached their limit, and he dropped to one knee. He knew that although he had narrowly won this battle, the Shadow Stream Master was still stronger than him. Therefore, he shouted after him, "Shadow Stream Master, the day I break through to the Emperor Level will be the day I take your life!"
Alice and the Great Elder rushed over. Seeing Ye Fan’s grievous injuries, Alice was on the verge of tears. The Great Elder, however, stuffed a pill into his mouth. The dicine noticeably alleviated his injuries, but his strength to fight was completely gone.
Elsewhere, the battle was not yet over. King Hall and Heavenly King Hall were fully engaged in encircling the Japan ninjas, who seed to realize they had been abandoned by the Shadow Stream Master. At this mont, they displayed their Samurai Spirit, fighting to the death against the forces of King Hall.
The battle was brutal. Despite the tight coordination of King Hall’s Martial Artists and the successful assassinations by Heavenly King Hall, they still could not swiftly eliminate all the ninjas.
As blood flowed like a river, another mysterious force struck. This was Huaxia Sword. Led by Zhan Xiong, the controller of Sword Coming, they plunged into the crowd, aiding the other two powers in their effort to encircle the Japan ninjas.
He shouted, "You re Japan ninjas dare to run wild in our Shen Zhou! Today, I will teach you the aning of despair! Kill them! Leave none behind!"
With multiple forces now joined in the assault, the group of Japan ninjas faced total annihilation. Even with their unparalleled Samurai Spirit, all tactics were useless in the face of absolute strength. The battle lasted for half an hour before it finally ended; the group of Japan ninjas had been completely wiped out.
Who could have imagined that the estate, so full of joy during the day, would beco a tragic Shura killing field by night?
At this ti, Ye Fan paid no mind to the battlefield. He knew the outco was already decided; any worry was pointless. He was hurrying in the direction where the Fla Witch had taken Su Qingxue, even though each step left a deep, bloody footprint on the ground. He knew that compared to Su Qingxue’s life, his own injuries were worthless.
"Ye Fan, I beg you, stop! You need to treat your wounds!" Alice cried out.
The rose petals mingled with Ye Fan’s blood, painting a desolate scene.
"Until I know Qingxue is safe, I will not stop!" Ye Fan said weakly.
He had walked only about a hundred ters before he collapsed. The Great Elder shook his head helplessly; he hadn’t expected Ye Fan to be so headstrong. With that, he pulled Alice aside, lifted Ye Fan, and hurried toward the villa to treat his wounds. Even though he couldn’t stand Ye Fan, he knew that if anything were to happen to him, Alice’s heart would die too.
* * *
anwhile, in a quiet place, Su Qingxue struggled to open her eyes. She found herself lying on an elegant bed. She felt so weak she couldn’t even muster the strength to sit up.
Standing before her was a woman both familiar and strange, the woman who was a nightmarish presence in her life: the Fla Witch. She never would have thought that the person to be with her at the very end would be the Fla Witch. What on earth was happening with Ye Fan?
"It’s you!" she said.
"Indeed, it is ," the Fla Witch replied calmly.
Su Qingxue recalled how the Fla Witch had always been after her. "To think that you would be the one with
at the end of my life!"
"He is fighting," the Fla Witch stated.
Su Qingxue was filled with worry, and her condition instantly worsened. She was now like a flickering candle fla, liable to be blown out by the slightest gust of wind.
The Fla Witch spoke again. "Do not worry. Your state is very unstable right now. Although an opponent stronger than him is fighting him, he will definitely be fine."
Su Qingxue’s heart could not be cald. "I want to ask you a question. I hope you will answer
truthfully."
"Go ahead."
The Fla Witch was a woman of few words; even her longest sentences were brief. Perhaps it was a reflection of her personality.
"Why have I beco like this?" Su Qingxue asked.
"Because you are not an independent life form," the Fla Witch explained. "You are one of my doppelg??ngers, and so, your life is very short. From the mont of your birth, you began to decay."
Su Qingxue was instantly stunned. She had never imagined that she was soone else’s doppelg??nger—an unyielding, obsessive thought given form.
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