Chapter 176 The Folly of Youth_5

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"True heroes never overestimate themselves." "To act with a hundred percent certainty is something anyone can do. What kind of hero is that? If you have spare cash, who wouldn't want to gamble for a good reputation?" "But if you know you're going to die and still dare to draw your sword, to charge towards the stronger with nothing but a heart full of righteous indignation, risking your life without a second thought—where the path leads, though death may await, that is what makes a true hero, a peerless brave!" "No matter how weak that person may be." "Under the heavens, has the measure of whether a person is a hero really come down to martial arts and physical strength? How absurd!" "I'm no hero, but if you dare to cause trouble, I will kill you!" Just at that moment, a faint sound of friction was suddenly heard. Wei Changkong turned his head to look, his expression drastically changing. Under the gaze of unbelieving eyes, the youth, whose blue robe was now dyed red with blood, supported himself with one hand on the ground and inched his way towards the longsword in front, reaching out with shaky fingers toward the hilt. Somebody triggered a crossbow. A steel crossbow bolt pierced directly through the youth's forearm. Wang Anfeng coughed out a mouthful of blood, his body forcefully penetrated and nailed to the ground. His eyes opened slightly, and his left hand stretched forward unceasingly, the shapeless palm finally grasping the sword hilt. Struggling with his right hand, he suddenly raised it, the crossbow bolt tearing through his arm, bringing about a gush of blood. Anfeng leaned on the ground, slowly straightening his body bit by bit. "Feng'er, Shaolin Martial Arts places great importance on the lower stance, at no time should you..." "Stand up, even if it means death, don't bring yourself such disgrace!" The youth, whose body was now shattered, slowly straightened up. The martial artist who had attacked him had already been killed by Wei Changkong. Yet, even so, facing this person who could easily be killed with a wave of their hand, those martial artists of no weak skill found themselves unable to make a move. The weapons in their hands seemed unimaginably heavy at that moment. Wang Anfeng's left hand trembled as he lifted the sword. However, his right hand was held behind his back, his vigorous Qi shaking as he knocked down the Buddha Beads and grasped them in his hand. At this moment, amid the gradually stiffening turmoil of his mind, a single thought was exceptionally clear. If they learned the secret of the Buddha Beads, it would surely bring harm to the Master... With a flick of his wrist, his last bit of strength sent the Buddha Beads floating down the precipice, falling rapidly towards the bottom. Meanwhile, the youth took a deep breath, slowly straightened up against the excruciating pain throughout his body, and laughed softly: "Hey, Third Master..." "Is that grand enough for you?" Wei Changkong's expression changed. He raised his hand to stop his subordinates and spoke in a deep voice: "Stop." "If you're willing to stop, my Fire Refining Sect will withdraw from this dispute, and I'll give my all to help you reach the peak of the Fourth Rank. In the future, you will be the head of my Fire Refining Sect!" Wang Anfeng turned towards the direction from which he felt the voice was coming and suddenly laughed out loud, muttering: "Danfeng Valley, you slaughtered an entire innocent family. You abducted our Great Qin's people, Pharmacist Valley... refined living people into pills. White Tiger Hall... caused mass destruction..." "I... I'm very petty." "So petty that even a single life pains my heart." "You, all of you... one by one..." "I, cough cough cough, only wish... to kill, killing them is my only pleasure!" Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire Wei Changkong opened his mouth, watching the youth whisper to another empty direction. Despite being adversaries, a forlorn sense of desolation arose in his heart as the light in the young man's eyes, once clear, was now thoroughly extinguished, becoming a chaotic void. Youth has its own brand of madness. One by one, never forgiven. Wang Anfeng staggered forward a step. The first step is always the hardest, but the next steps quickened. The longsword slanted in his hold, like the last run of his life, thoroughly exhilarating. Almost instinctively, everyone took a half step back, and only then did they realize that the person in front of them was about to die. They wanted to laugh but could not, as they watched the youth dash forward only to collapse after just a few steps. Blood dripped onto the ground, but his grip on the sword remained unwavering, his eyes dull. He felt the world around him begin to spin and fade. Wei Changkong looked at the two people beside him and took large strides towards Wang Anfeng, saying: "You're going to die..." "You were not supposed to die." "...Do you regret it?" Wang Anfeng's mouth corners slightly lifted, but he could no longer respond. Regret? He used to feel regret, for there were so many delicious things he hadn't tried, he hadn't seen Li Bo, hadn't avenged those who had died, hadn't fulfilled his lifelong wish, hadn't spoken those few words to Xue Qinshuang... Such deep regret. So much so that Wang Anfeng now felt a deep pang of regret. But did he regret it? The young man's eyes opened slightly, as if in a dying flash of clarity, and he actually laughed, saying: "I have lived..." I've seen mountains, lakes, and the most beautiful moon in the world. I've even kissed the girl I liked. And I am dying the way I chose to. Content. I am content enough... Just then, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly began to resonate on its own, with a sharp, continuous wail. The Divine Weapon Spirit Rhythm that Mr. Ying had sealed inside it seemed to sense a certain compatibility, spreading wildly, asserting its existence frantically. In the sky above, wind and thunder converged. The old man who had been watching the battle from within the mist suddenly stood up, his face filled with shock, and exclaimed in a lost voice: "Is this..." "Divine Weapon Resonance?!" As his voice fell, he was already present on the battlefield, his right hand, like a tiger's claw, reaching for the mournfully resonating wooden sword beside Wang Anfeng, and his left hand viciously smashing towards Wang Anfeng, aiming to kill its master and seize the awakened Divine Weapon for himself. In his excitement, this punch displayed the elegance of an Upper Third Rank. Wang Anfeng's eyes darkened completely, oblivious to whatever was happening outside. Somehow, though, it was as if he saw the scenes of his past experiences flash by, seeing the detached Kong Taoist, the enduring Liu Wuqiu, the crazed Master Ni, and every familiar face, back to the beginning of the story. He followed the tall figure, step by step, up to the mountain gate. He reached out, forward. And pushed open the familiar doors. Mr. Ying frowned at his chess game, the kind old Master beckoned to him, the third Master who still moved restlessly despite having no limbs was saying something, his expression proud and elated. By his side, with a warm palm holding his own, stood the smiling Round Ci. I'm sorry... Master. Your disciple can no longer fulfill his filial duties. Here, I bow my head. Wang Anfeng's eyes slowly dimmed. The cast aside Buddha Beads struck the rocky mountains, And the punch of the Upper Third Rank, at that moment, suddenly halted, its force altogether vanished. The monk in grey stood silently in front of Wang Anfeng, raising his right hand to catch the punch. The expression of the man in the green robe drastically changed as he blurted out: "Who are you?!" The monk did not answer, nor did he even glance at him. He raised his right hand, summoning back a string of Buddha Beads and gently placing them in Wang Anfeng's palm. The light flickered, and the young man's body disappeared. Ci Round slowly got up, turned his head towards the demons and ghosts filling the mountains, and stepped forward with his hands together. "Amitabha..." "I am Ci Round." The monk's shoes touched the ground. "If I cannot enlighten you within three moves, I, Ci Round, shall take my own life here." A roaring aura swept across all directions under heaven and earth. In this place, clouds and mists stretched endlessly, winding and curling, said to surge from the highest peak every day, spreading in all directions, like the Jade Void Fairy Palace, and it was one of the eight spectacular views of Fufeng. Sёarᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. From this day forth, it was stricken from the list. Within a thousand miles, not a wisp of cloud remained.

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