klisemfg Chapter 317 Admit Defeat
Chapter 317 Admit Defeat
He turned around, walked to the center of the hall, and beckoned to Chen with his finger: "Come on, my good junior brother. Let me see if you still have the skills you had back then after all these years."
Dust remained lying there, motionless.
Hui frowned, looking disgusted. "What? You don't even have the strength to stand up? How are you going to beat me then? Are you planning to die?"
Chen's fingers twitched slightly.
He struggled to lift his head and look at Hui, his eyes still unfocused, but something seemed to be struggling deep inside.
After a long while, he finally mustered all his strength and slowly propped himself up, standing up unsteadily.
His legs were trembling, he could barely stand, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were cracked and bleeding.
But he still stood up.
Looking at his expression, Hui couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Is that all? You think you're worthy to fight me?"
Chen didn't speak, he just stood there, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Di Lin stood aside, watching quietly.
The cigarette in his hand had burned to the end, but he didn't move, just letting the ash fall to the ground little by little.
The main hall was eerily quiet.
Dust stood there, swaying precariously, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Comet, however, gave him no chance to catch his breath.
He grinned maliciously, his figure vanished abruptly, and the next second he appeared in front of Chen, his right hand forming a claw, aiming straight for Chen's throat.
This attack was swift and unexpected, catching everyone off guard.
Chen's pupils contracted, and he instinctively dodged to the side, but his movements were still a beat too slow.
lol...
Comet's fingertips grazed Dust's shoulder, drawing a string of blood beads.
Chen grunted and staggered back a few steps, almost falling.
He clutched his shoulder, blood seeping from between his fingers, staining his tattered sleeves red.
Hui flicked the blood off his hands, his smile growing even more cruel: "Is that all you've got? How did that once mighty Earth Demon King become like this?"
Chen gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, just stared intently at Hui.
Without further ado, Hui made his move again.
This time, he didn't use his claws, but instead clenched his fist and punched Chen in the chest.
The punch was powerful and the wind howled. If it landed, given Chen's current condition, he would probably break several of his ribs.
Chen wanted to dodge, but his body was too weak, and his movements were stiff and slow.
He managed to raise his arms and cross them in front of his chest.
boom!
A dull thud rang out, and Chen was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a stone pillar in the main hall before sliding to the ground.
"Cough cough..."
He coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, staining the ground red.
Hui walked over slowly, looked down at him with disdain in her eyes, and said coldly, "You need to understand that you are not worthy to compete with me at all, not worthy from the very beginning."
Dust lay on the ground, panting heavily, his vision blurring intermittently.
He could feel his life force slowly draining away from his body.
But he cannot fall here.
Absolutely not.
He pushed himself up from the ground, slowly and laboriously getting up, as if he had used up all his strength.
Hui didn't rush to attack; he just stood there, watching him struggle with a cold smile, enjoying his pathetic and vulnerable state.
Once Chen finally stood up straight, Hui spoke, his voice full of sarcasm: "Want to continue? Admit defeat and become my slave, at least you'll keep your life."
Chen didn't speak, but simply raised his head and looked at Hui.
Hui felt uncomfortable under his gaze and frowned: "Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, he made his third move.
This time, he held nothing back. His figure transformed into a blur, instantly appearing in front of Chen. He spread his five fingers on his right hand, condensing a ball of blood-red mist in his palm, and slammed it hard against Chen's crown.
This strike was a killing blow, showing absolutely no mercy.
If the footage is accurate, Chen will undoubtedly die.
Di Lin's pupils contracted slightly, and the cigarette butt in his hand was deformed from being squeezed.
He leaned forward slightly, staring intently at the two of them, ready to strike at any moment.
The Beast God on the throne remained expressionless, as if he hadn't seen anything at all.
Just as the crimson mist was about to fall on Chen's head, at this critical moment, a faint golden light suddenly shone around Chen's body.
The golden light was faint, as if it might go out at any moment, yet it was incredibly dazzling.
Hui paused, and the sinister smile on his face froze instantly.
The next second, the golden light gradually intensified, and a powerful energy erupted from the dust.
Caught off guard, the comet was sent flying backward by the energy, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling twice before coming to a stop.
He clutched his chest, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Chen.
Not only him, but even Di Lin and the Beast God on the throne showed expressions of astonishment.
Amidst the golden light, Chen slowly straightened his body.
His wounds healed at a visible speed, his pale face gradually regained its color, and his previously unfocused eyes became clear and sharp, as if he were a completely different person.
Chen moved his wrist, and his bones made a soft "crack" sound.
He looked at Hui, his eyes calm, and his voice, no longer weak, carried an indescribable steadiness: "Shall we continue?"
Hui scrambled to her feet, staring intently at Chen, her voice filled with astonishment: "You...you just now..."
"You're putting on quite a show, aren't you?" Chen said calmly. "How else could I lower your guard?"
Comet's face instantly turned ashen.
He then realized that Chen's weak appearance earlier was all an act.
The purpose was to lull him into a false sense of security and make him underestimate his opponent.
But he was clearly poisoned. Even if he was faking it, he was about to die. Could it be...?
"You tricked me!" Hui gritted her teeth, her eyes almost spitting fire.
Chen ignored him, but turned to look at the Beast God on the throne and nodded slightly.
The Beast God still didn't react, only nodding stiffly.
A complex look flashed across Chen's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He looked at Hui again, his tone indifferent: "Didn't you always want to fight me? Now, I'll play along."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen's figure vanished.
Comet's pupils contracted, and he almost instinctively raised his hand to block.
boom!
Dust's fist slammed heavily into Comet's arm, the force so great that Comet slid back several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.
Hui shook his numb arm, his face turning even uglier.
He could sense that Chen's strength was far greater than his own before.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, his arm would probably have been broken by that punch.
"You actually..."
Dust gave Comet no chance to catch its breath and struck again.
This time, his movements were faster and more ruthless.
His punches and kicks were as swift as the wind, each move deadly, carrying immense power as if to tear him apart.
Comet was forced to defend itself, retreating step by step...