Chapter 49: The Heart of a Strong Person
Duel!
When Jett shouted out these two words, everyone's heart skipped a beat.
Duel, throughout the continent, is a very serious word, it usually only represents one meaning: a fight to the death between two people.
This is the most arrogant, most arrogant, best fighting and most cruel rule set by the God of War.
No one can destroy, ignore, even in the Academy, not even Feng Ji Chu can intervene, the dignity of the gods is not to be provoked!
Everyone stared at Jett, seemingly unable to believe that the word "duel" would come from such a timid and humble guy.
Even more unbelievable is Rust.
He stared blankly, scratching his ear, looking at Jett as if he were a madman.
"What did you say?"
He spoke word by word, his pupils shrinking, gathering a menacing glow, like a mad dog provoked, ready to pounce and tear at any moment.
Jett felt a twinge of regret the moment he spoke, and this feeling intensified when facing Rust. This was a personality flaw he had cultivated over the past decade or so - hesitation, weakness. It couldn't be erased in an instant. After stirring up the courage that lay deep within him, he had to face reality: reality being that he was just a weakling. This fact wouldn't change even if he summoned his courage; if they were to duel, he would probably end up dead.
No one is not afraid of death, Jie Te shrunk his neck again and thought of retreating and begging for mercy.
Hehe~~
Xiao Chen sneered at this time, saying with extreme malice.
"Trash is trash, I've said it before. You only know how to use your mouth, didn't I say that right? Use your mouth to serve those noble masters of yours."
Boom!
Everyone is laughing.
"Listen up, Jett, with your agile little mouth, you must be able to serve those old men very happily."
"Haha, Jetta little girl!"
"Yo, yo, Jet Li's little girl, still fighting? Let's go to bed and fight."
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Innumerable jeers rose like a huge wave, wanting to engulf Jie Te, and his body was small, trembling all over, swaying unsteadily in the huge wave.
"Master, tsk, your mouth is truly poisonous enough to kill someone with anger. This kid is doomed, definitely traumatized from now on and will live in the shadows, self-destructive." Denox said with a seemingly pitiful tone, but was actually extremely excited. Every necromancer who dealt with corpses for too long had twisted minds and were quite perverted.
"Is it?" Xiao Chen simply said indifferently, without refuting.
Jie Te stood on the spot, his palms clenched into fists, and even a thread of blood dripped down. He stared at Xiao Chen with an icy, emotionless gaze, as endless resentment surged up in his heart.
"Xiao Chen, I considered you as my only friend, but you treated me like this, I hate it, I hate it!"
His heart was raging.
Xiao Chen's vicious insults, even more than others' curses and beatings that humiliated him, enraged him because he had considered Xiao Chen a friend and believed he had helped him. But this "friend" had betrayed him, a betrayal more brutal and savage than the harm inflicted by his enemies, shattering all his hopes.
"Xiao Chen seemed to see through his soul, coldly and ruthlessly saying: 'Are you very resentful of me? You think I'm your friend, yet I humiliate you like this. Do you feel betrayed? Ha ha, do you think someone as weak as you can be my friend? Have you ever seen an eagle and a wild chicken being friends? Have you ever seen a tiger and a domestic cat being friends? Jie Te, stop dreaming. This is the law of survival in this world - brutal, direct, the strong prey on the weak. The strong stand at the top of the pyramid, while the weak can only be the stepping stone for the strong. You are the weak, and the weakest kind at that...'"
Xiao Chen stretched out one finger and waved it disdainfully.
Jie Te took a heavy step back, his face suddenly drained of all color, as pale as a dead person. For an instant, his eyes lost all vitality, like a wooden puppet.
Xiao Chen's eyes flashed, and a hint of disappointment secretly passed by...
But just as Xiao Chen was about to leave, Jie Tuo slowly raised his head. His usual uncoordinated and even ugly face now had a hint of madness that made one dare not look directly at him.
In dead fish-like eyes, a fierce flame burst out.
A thread of fire element is moving around, jumping, as if stirred by an invisible force.
"What?! I can actually feel it... this kid's spiritual power has increased!" Denoix let out an incredulous roar.
"Xiao Chen, I'll make you regret every word you said today. Jie Te, I'm no longer your friend, but I, absolutely, will not be... a weakling!"
Jett's whole body was trembling, his tone wasn't heavy, but everyone who heard it could feel Jett's fiercely beating heart of an unyielding strong man.
Jett suddenly tore off a piece of his sleeve and threw it at Rust, roaring: "In the name of the war god, I, Jett, will duel with you, Rust! I'll take back all my dignity and return all the humiliation you've given me!"
A circle of intangible light is gathering, condensing into a contractual-like radiance.
"Duel Contract, God of War has accepted..."
Rust, in the presence of everyone, was challenged to a duel by someone he had once trampled on. Feeling infinite humiliation, he bellowed: "You little ant, you dare to provoke me too? Today, you're dead for sure, no one can save you! I accept your duel, come quickly, I'll tear you apart piece by piece!"
The contract shook violently, and a huge oval light shield appeared, covering Rust and Jet.
Duel, begin...
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A young man's figure was walking slowly on a bluestone road.
In a silent and secretive space, two thoughts are communicating with each other.
"Master, I really admire you to the point of worship. My respect for you is boundless and endless like the sea. How did you know that young man could hold on and experience a surge in power, winning the duel?"
"I don't know."
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"You really don't know?"
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Only the severely ill can take strong medicine, a weak person has deep-seated personality defects, and their fate is determined by their character. Without intense stimulation, using cruel means to erase past traumas and be reborn from death, how can they truly achieve rebirth and establish a strong heart?
Old devil, this is what you taught me!
A thought, faintly thinking in the mind.
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In a medical room, a youth wrapped in bandages from head to toe came to.
"I'm...not dead yet!"
He muttered to himself, recalling the final duel, where his opponent summoned a storm of blades with a scroll, and he too unleashed all his energy, incredibly condensing it into a fireball that struck both their bodies.
Consciousness vanished in an instant.
Could it be that he survived the hurricane blade's attack?
A white-robed female doctor walked in, saw the awakened young man and exclaimed: "You're awake, it's a miracle! With such severe injuries, if someone hadn't sent over a bottle of Life Medicine, you would have been dead for sure. But then again, I've never seen such potent Life Medicine before... could it be the legendary Perfect Medicine?"
"Who could it be? Someone saved me and gave me a bottle of life-saving medicine?" The young man couldn't think of anyone else who would save him. In the academy, he was timid and cowardly, a loner with no friends.
"Oh, he didn't leave his name, but he looked about your age... oh, I remember, he had black hair... and a cool expression, a very cool young man." The female doctor said, recalling.
Black hair...
The boy listened, lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, without making any more sounds...
PS: This chapter is written a bit entangled again, actually don't want to waste ink on a supporting character, but this bad habit, uh, uh ~~ also feel that writing like this is still okay, don't know what you guys think...
