Chapter 71: The Counterattack of the Seriously Injured, One Move Decides Life and Death!
"What! Are you still going to fight?! Even if you were lucky enough not to get hurt in the first match, at least take a rest! Why do you want to fight two matches in a row?! Don't you know that if your opponent hadn't underestimated you in the first match, you wouldn't have won so easily?! And now that your second opponent has some understanding of you, they won't make the same mistake again and will be on guard against your razor-sharp dagger! You can forget about catching them off guard again!" For some reason, Lan Youzhu was being unusually considerate towards Helian Nuo, and had even started to advise him.
Sitting on the stage, Qian Huan Gongzi was already furious with his wife's condescending attitude towards a lowly piglet. He had originally hoped to send a trump card piglet to give Ling Xiang a warning, but unexpectedly that foolish trump card piglet would be so arrogant, and coupled with the fact that the Blood Refining Hell's young master held a divine sword in his hand, he ended up losing the first round of the piglet fight in a muddled manner. This loss had already made Qian Huan Gongzi unhappy, and the discussions from some of the noble guests on the side were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the anger in his heart. Although those who were discussing had intentionally lowered their voices, those extremely unpleasant words still continuously entered his ears.
"I said, isn't that female hostess the wife of Qian Huan Gongzi? She's always showing off in this Blood Refining Tower, and now she's suddenly so concerned about a pig?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Although we're not afraid of Qian Huan Gongzi, his father-in-law is someone nobody dares to provoke! Don't you know? It's already spread like wildfire outside that Lan Youzhu, although she married into the Qian Huan family, doesn't consider Qian Huan Gongzi as her husband. Not only does she rarely accompany him, but she also often flirts with others outside, and has done many scandalous things. Qian Huan Gongzi is already a true green hat gentleman!!"
Qian Huan Gongzi clenched his fists tightly, secretly vowing in his heart that he would find an opportunity to get rid of everyone who had discussed him today. Standing beside He Lianuo below the stage was Lan Youzhu. Gnashing his teeth, he said to his subordinates behind him: "Tell Fang Chong, no matter what, we must win the second round, otherwise, I want his head!!"
Those underlings hastened to obey and convey the message. Fang Chong was the big boss of Ghost Refining Hell, so when he heard Qian Huan Gongzi's order, he naturally didn't dare to be slow. He carefully selected one of his strongest subordinates to send into battle.
The commotion in the Blood Refining Hell on Ling Xiao's side was unprecedented, with He Lian Nu being inexplicably worried about by Lan You Zhu, leaving him bewildered. The people inside the iron cage were also making a huge ruckus, and upon hearing that He Lian Nu was going to fight two battles in a row, Lei Shuo and Sang Xiao naturally refused to agree. Luo Tian's heart was even more worried about the safety of his master, and he wished he could personally take the stage to replace him. However, Ling Xiao quickly passed down an order: for the second match, He Lian Nu would still be sent out!
Xiang Xiao naturally understood what Ling Xiao was up to, and Ling Xiao's original intention was to torture Xiang Xiao to death first. However, He Lian Nu's sudden intervention disrupted his plan, and Ling Xiao had no choice but to adapt to the situation. He decided to shift his attention to He Lian Nu, who had once severely injured him, knowing that without He Lian Nu around, it would be much easier to torment Xiang Xiao.
The helpless crowd could only secretly pray for Helian in their hearts, and even the little wolf, dragging its injured body, stood up and leaned against the iron railing towards the center of the arena, where his partner, who had never been separated from him since childhood, was preparing for a mortal battle.
Khaleno naturally didn't pay attention to anything outside of the trial, Lan Youzhu had personally helped him bring over a new white vest. Facing this woman who seemed particularly interested in him, Khaleno's heart was also somewhat puzzled but he didn't think much of it. He casually took the vest with a faint scent of women's perfume and put it on, wiping away the remaining bright red bloodstains from his dagger. He slowly raised his head, looking towards the enemy opposite him.
Compared to the robust ghost eagle last time, this opponent is much more slender, with a height of less than 1.8 meters and dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, looking extremely neat and tidy. More importantly, he clearly doesn't have the same level of confidence and arrogance as the ghost eagle, his facial expression is extremely calm, and the sharp short sword in his hand has already been unsheathed. Apparently, this opponent has completely learned from the ghost eagle's lesson and taken He Lian'nuo seriously.
He Lian'nuo took a deep breath and stepped forward, extending his right hand which grasped the Tianlang dagger, pointing it at his opponent from afar.
The opponent of the Ghost Refining Hell also stretched out his sword-wielding hand and said lightly, "I admit you're very strong. Even if the last time was a defeat due to Ghost Xiao's underestimation, I still have to admit that you're different from ordinary children. However, no matter how formidable you are, today you'll still die under my sword! Remember my name, Guo Yang! This name will be your nightmare today!" After finishing speaking, he suddenly took a step back with both feet and quickly rushed towards Helianuo's direction!
Guo Yang's running posture was extremely strange, like a duck shaking left and right. He Lianuo observed for a moment, but found that no matter what, he couldn't predict the direction of Guo Yang's attack. His heart tightened involuntarily, and he lifted his left foot to retreat half a step back, while his right foot took half a step forward. His whole body crouched down, with the Tian Lang dagger held horizontally in front of his chest, ready to respond to Guo Yang's attack at any moment.
Although Guo Yang's running posture was strange, his speed was not slow at all. In an instant, he arrived in front of He Lianuo. He Lianuo only saw Guo Yang's left shoulder suddenly drooping, and hastily switched the dagger to his left hand, using all his strength to meet him!
"Not good!!" Hurenno suddenly realized that, just as he shifted his center of gravity to the left to prepare for Guoyang's attack, Guoyang had already moved strangely to the right. The cold light flashing short sword was stabbing towards his heart, and wanting to block it with a knife was already half a beat too late. Helpless, he could only desperately dodge to one side, barely avoiding the vital spot. Even so, Guoyang's short sword still left a deep gash on his left chest that exposed bone, and fresh blood gushed out in an instant, instantly dyeing Hurenno's white back red.
He Lianuo didn't even bother to check the wound on his chest, and using the momentum from dodging, he rolled far away from Guo Yang. The sudden change in direction had also consumed a lot of Guo Yang's physical strength, so when He Lianuo dodged, he didn't chase after him, but instead supported himself on one knee, panting heavily.
Although it was only a brief confrontation, Helianuo was like he had walked through the gates of hell, breaking out in a cold sweat. The large amount of blood flowing out had already made his face pale. Taking advantage of Guoyang's momentary hesitation to attack, he roughly tore off his vest and hastily bandaged his wound. However, the wound was too deep and long, and the vest stuffed into the wound was instantly soaked through. Although the speed at which the blood flowed out slowed down a bit, Helianuo still wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer like this.
Quietly, He Lian Nu finished all of this. Guo Yang secretly thought it was a pity that if the little kid in front of him hadn't reacted so quickly and dodged out of the way, the previous sword strike would have been enough to take his life. By rights, Guo Yang should have taken advantage of the opponent's injury to continue attacking, at least not giving them the chance to treat their wound. However, he had yet to fully master that move, and forcing it out had greatly consumed his physical strength. He had originally planned to rely on this one move to decide victory or defeat, but unexpectedly, the opponent dodged it. Nevertheless, Guo Yang was no longer worried about the opponent launching a counterattack. The previous strike had already crippled more than half of their combat strength; just the blood loss alone would slowly take his life. Having suffered such severe injuries and still wanting to continue fighting could only be described as hoping for a miracle.
Fortunately, the injury Helian received was not light, and although he struggled to bandage his wound, the severe pain in his chest still made it impossible for him to mobilize his soul power. In this situation, it was even more impossible to perform the ancient martial technique that required extremely high physical demands. He could only sit on the ground, slowly adapting to the pain. Fortunately, Guoyang, who was standing opposite him, did not take advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack. The two people thus recovered, one standing and the other sitting, and the scene fell into a stalemate.
This scene was obviously not what those extremely bloodthirsty noble guests wanted, they threw down a handful of gold coins to come here just for the thrill, and the dull scene in front of them made them very dissatisfied. A thunderous curse erupted, Helian Nuo raised his head and glared at the scolding guests in the arena with red face and ears, then struggled to get up, swaying and staggering towards Guo Yang.
"This idiot, he didn't take the opportunity to recover his strength when the opponent wasn't chasing him, and instead ran forward to seek death, it's truly stupid beyond measure!!" At this scene, Ling Xiao suddenly became furious. Although he wanted to torment those few children, this trial was really too important. Even if the Blood Refining Tower could only be considered a relatively well-known arena within a hundred miles, it couldn't compare to those true Golden Arenas or even Sacred Arenas. The quality of the pigs here was also relatively low, but because Lan Yue City was close to the You Yue Forest and commercial activities were extremely prosperous, even the adjacent Xing Xing City benefited from its prosperity. Countless wealthy individuals came here to do business and would often visit the Blood Refining Tower out of boredom, so the stakes here were extremely high. Every match's victory or defeat was related to tens of thousands of gold coins. Even Ling Xiao, who was wealthy and arrogant, couldn't tolerate his own pigs making such a move that would throw away their chance of winning."
Kuang Yang was also astonished to see He Lian Nu walking towards him, shaking and swaying. In Kuang Yang's eyes, the sword wound that this half-grown child had suffered earlier should have been enough to cost him more than half his life. Yet now, this guy who should be lying on the ground clutching at his wound waiting for death was actually still strong enough to come forward of his own accord!
He clenched his lips tightly, every step he took feeling like a trample on an open wound. The piercing pain was almost unbearable, but he knew he couldn't stop. Excessive blood loss had already made his consciousness somewhat blurry, and only by using this method to constantly stimulate himself with pain could he barely stay awake. He slowly moved in front of Guo Yang and said softly: "The move you just used should be at least a human-class fighting technique, right? Your own soul power doesn't seem very strong, and you can barely use a soul technique that exceeds your abilities. Now, you're probably just a shell of your former self. The game is over; let's end it with one move!"
