Chapter Seventy-two: Fighting until the last drop of blood is exhausted

  "Is one move going to decide victory or defeat? What is this foolish kid thinking?!?" The Ling Xiao on the viewing platform couldn't help but get extremely angry upon hearing this. In his opinion, He Lian Nu, who had suffered heavy injuries, would not be able to withstand a calm and composed Guo Yang no matter what, so in this situation, voluntarily suggesting one move to decide victory or defeat was completely disadvantageous. However, he hadn't noticed that the Thousand Illusions Young Master on the other side of the viewing platform suddenly turned pale upon hearing He Lian Nu's words, and even the teacup in his hand almost fell to the ground.

  In the iron cage of Blood Refining Hell, Sang Xiao and Luo Tian were also extremely puzzled by He Lian's decision. The two men paced back and forth in the small iron cage, like ants on a hot pot that couldn't stand still. However, Lei Shuo, who was usually the most violent, sat calmly on the grass mat on the ground, carelessly chewing on a straw, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Beast Fighting Arena, but without any signs of panic or worry on his face. Sang Xiao looked at him with some discontent and walked to his side, saying in a low voice: "How can you still sit here? He Lian is about to fight against the Ghost Refining Hell's miscellaneous people, all the brothers in Blood Refining Hell are concerned about the situation in the arena, but you, who usually have the best relationship with He Lian, are sitting here leisurely. Don't you care about your brother's safety at all?" Sang Xiao's words already carried a few sparks of anger, and it was clear that Lei Shuo's actions had ignited his fury.

  Lei Shuo slowly spat out the grass stem in his mouth, glanced at the two figures in the center of the arena, and said with an extremely relaxed tone: "Don't worry, Sang Xiao. Although you haven't known Heli for a long time, you've been through many things together. Don't you understand his temper? Have you ever seen Heli go on an adventure without being confident? I'm not worried about Heli, but I have faith in him. I know he'll definitely kill the opponent and come back alive!!" Lei Shuo finished speaking and swung his thick arm heavily, his tone full of confidence and pride.

  Xiang Xiao was taken aback by his words, Ah, after going through so many hardships, Helian Nuo seemed to have never made any absolutely wrong decisions. In this arena where lives were at stake, how could he possibly joke about his own life!!! Xiang Xiao looked deeply at Lei Shuo who was smiling with a crooked mouth and felt that the heart she had been hanging onto also inexplicably let go.

  As Lei Xiao said, He Lianuo was occasionally reckless, but he would never joke about his own life. He knew that his wound had not been fully bandaged, and a large amount of blood was slowly seeping out through his clothes. What's more frightening is that as the blood loss increased, He Lianuo's consciousness gradually became blurred. He knew that if he didn't take the initiative to attack while Guo Yang was still temporarily unable to recover from exhaustion, then he would only have two outcomes: either bleed to death or lose consciousness and be easily killed by Guo Yang when he recovered!

  Obviously, neither of these results is what Helian wants. He wants to counterattack! He wants to turn the tide! His own life must be grasped in his own hands, even if he dies, he will die on the charge!!!

  Looking at the opponent standing in front of him with a light and airy footstep, Guo Yang slowly straightened his body. Although the exhaustion caused by previously using the Human Stage Soul Technique had not fully recovered, his face was no longer as pale as before. He clenched his fist to feel his strength, and then took a step forward, saying in a low voice: "How is it? Are you so eager to die under my sword? You're right, the Human Stage Soul Technique I used earlier was indeed my trump card. I originally planned to end your life with just that one move, but unexpectedly, you were lucky enough to dodge my fatal blow. As you guessed, the soul technique I used earlier consumed almost all of my soul power. Even now, I've only recovered less than 20%. But I know your physical condition is even worse than mine. Heh heh, this 20% of soul power is enough to kill you. Today is your destined day of death!!" As soon as he finished speaking, Guo Yang raised his short sword and launched himself at Helianuo with a burst of speed, but this time it was noticeably slower. Helianuo could easily see the direction he was heading in.

  "Am I lucky? Maybe...", Helian's mouth slightly curved upwards, the Tianlang dagger familiarly rotated in his right hand and then at his waist. Only he knew that what allowed him to dodge Guoyang's Person-stage Soul Technique was not just luck, but rather the Bone-shifting Technique that could instantly change the skeletal structure of the human body. In the moment when Guoyang's short sword pierced into his body, Helian adjusted the bones in his waist, forcing the direction of the sword's entry to shift by a tiny margin at the critical moment, and this less-than-an-inch deviation barely saved his life!

  A purple glow began to form secretly on the left palm of Helian's waist, and with this purple light as the center, the air temperature around Helian suddenly dropped by about two meters. Even Helian's originally black eyes were slowly shrouded in a layer of mist. Guo Yang, who rushed to his front, felt uneasy in his heart, but his feet could no longer stop, so he gritted his teeth and desperately mobilized the last strength of his body to jump up suddenly. His hands grasped the short sword and fiercely stabbed towards Helian's head!

  He Lianuo saw the situation and didn't dodge or evade, but instead stretched out his left hand, which had completely turned purple, and accurately grasped the blade of the short sword. The sharp edge of the sword instantly cut through his palm, and large drops of fresh blood flowed rapidly down his arm to the ground. However, He Lianuo seemed to feel no pain at all, and he raised his head to look at Guo Yang, who was slowly falling from mid-air. In a cold voice, he said slowly, "Today, I want you to know that there's not just one person in this arena who can use human-tier soul techniques!" After finishing speaking, his left hand suddenly tightened, and the soul power from his entire body flowed through the hilt of the sword and into Guo Yang's body in an instant. Guo Yang's face, which was already pale, turned a strange blue-purple color as soon as the soul power invaded him. He opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, and his body went limp before he fell to the ground with a thud.

  He Lian's hand was still holding the sword blade, and with a sudden twist of his wrist, Guo Yang's fine steel short sword broke in two. The hilt of the short sword was still held in Guo Yang's hand, but at this moment he could no longer organize any effective counterattack.

  He Lianuo gazed pitifully at his opponent, who was curled up on the ground shivering with cold. He slowly crouched down, using his right hand to gently cover Guo Yang's eyes, and muttered to himself: "Brother, don't blame that elusive fate, if you must blame someone, blame yourself for running into me today!" As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand suddenly moved, and the tip of his sword stabbed fiercely into Guo Yang's chest!

  Kuang Yang's throat let out a dull hum, and then there was no reaction at all. It felt like Kuang Yang had completely lost his vitality. He Lianuo's left hand lifted, pulling out the broken sword stuck in his chest. A large amount of fresh blood suddenly spurted out with the withdrawal of the broken sword. He Lianuo, caught off guard, was splattered with a face and body full of blood. Feeling the residual warmth of the blood, He Lianuo gently closed his eyes. He was grateful to have survived, but if one life's existence came at the cost of another life's demise, it seemed a bit too cruel.

  As the second match came to an end, the stands once again erupted into a flurry of noise. Ling Xiao, who had won two consecutive matches, was in high spirits and beamed with pride as he accepted the admiring or envious glances from the crowd. On the other hand, Qian Huan Gongzi's face had turned iron-gray after his two top players lost consecutively. He clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head to whisper to his subordinates behind him: "Where did Ling Xiao find such a formidable piglet? It's said that any piglet with some strength has already been scouted by higher-level beast fighting arenas, so why did he suddenly produce such a powerful one, and we didn't receive any news about it?"

  The subordinate hastily bowed down and replied with a mixture of fear and respect: "Young Master, please calm your anger. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that our master brought back a batch of exceptionally talented pigs from the Ghost Refining Hell last month to test them elsewhere, we wouldn't have fallen into this predicament. And that little scoundrel who won two rounds in a row is supposedly an enemy of Ling Xiao's. Although we've already lost this pig-fighting match, for your reputation, Young Master, we must win the third round no matter what... and don't forget, we still have one last trump card up our sleeve..."

  "Are you referring to... that person?", Thousand Illusions Young Master seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and the expression on his face also relaxed a lot in an instant.

  "Yes, it's that Kyokuya who was imprisoned for years by the old master as a dangerous person. Although this guy's brain doesn't always work properly, his strength is still quite astonishing. To safely win the third trial, among the remaining pigs in Gokumonjou, there seems to be no one more suitable than him!"

  Qian Huan Gongzi raised his hands to rub the sore corners of his eyes, and after a long time, he replied: "Although Father had instructed that once Ju Wu Shuang goes crazy, it's hard to distinguish between friend and foe, and in general, we should not use him. Moreover, he seems to have many cases on his back, and if he appears, it will likely bring many troubles. However... now we can't care about that much anymore. Immediately bring him over and tell him that if he wants to end his captive life, he must win the third round cleanly for me!" The subordinate nodded and left quickly. Although San Jue Zhuo had already lost two rounds, even if Ju Wu Shuang could win the third round, it wouldn't change anything. However, in the arena, what's most important is face. Qian Huan Gongzi had already felt his face completely lost after being won over by a little ghost twice. This third round, he must win no matter what!!

  As Gui Lianyu was about to deploy his troops, He Lianuo had already stood up shakily. He slowly raised his left hand, which still grasped the short sword, and pointed it at the viewing platform. Oblivious to the blood still flowing from his left hand, he shouted in a hoarse but resolute voice: "Next one!!"