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In that instant, her scythe unexpectedly grew longer, not by magic, but by some unusual mechanical structure.
Without precautions or the help of expertise in alchemy, Jiang Kehan would have been beheaded with that one strike.
Jiang Kehan knew that this was the other party's last act of mercy, and what awaited her next was a ruthless and merciless battle.
So, taking advantage of this rare gap, she continuously used the Su Zhu faction to boost her own status, and then, seemingly powerless, moved closer to Mudra Kane.
Crimson light emanated from the tip of the spear, amplified by scorching flames and curses, like a divine spear that grows ever more furious and powerful as it judges a sinner.
Jiang Kehan deliberately feigned weakness, making it seem like the threat was the tip of a spear imbued with countless spells, but quite the opposite was true.
The real threat is always herself. Once she gets close to Mudra Kane, she can suddenly unleash her power and let him experience what it means to have power comparable to the Half-Step End, accumulated from countless Meow Balls!
Although the cat ball may not offer Jiang Kehan an advantage in terms of magic, it certainly doesn't lack brute force.
The already short distance was easily crossed, and Jiang Kehan could even see out of the corner of her eye the other witches' regret for her self-destructive path.
Her heart began to pound, her attention became increasingly focused, and she ignored the other witches and the surrounding scenery, her eyes fixed only on the crimson spear tip and Mudra Kane turning his head.
Soon, it felt like an entire century had passed.
Only the sudden tolling of bells behind her, along with countless wails and prayers, created an illusion of utter despair that quietly crept over Jiang Kehan's entire body.
She...saw it.
The being called death stared at her and generously opened its arms.
Countless corpses fell like rain, turning into the earth; boiling souls bloomed into ferocious flowers, and blood became a simple carpet.
A flock of crows cawed softly, swallowing the clouds in broad daylight.
Everything will collapse and vanish as she moves forward, becoming nothing more than a satisfied sigh of death.
then……
Jiang Kehan laughed heartily and sped up again!
Chapter 489 Have you ever been afraid? Have you ever looked back?
It seems someone asked this a long time ago.
She gazed at Jiang Kehan with a tender look: "Are you afraid of death?"
Jiang Kehan nodded, somewhat timidly.
"Would you cry in front of it?"
Jiang Kehan pondered for a while, and then, with great difficulty, nodded again.
She acknowledged her vulnerability and her fear of death.
And so, the voice grew even more indulgent, with a hint of amusement, as it asked the final question.
"Then... will you back down?"
can you?
Jiang Kehan stared at the countless scenes before her that symbolized her final destination and death, a hint of mockery in her eyes.
Of course not!!!
Once, a timid girl took her mother's hand and said something that surprised and delighted her.
Today, this now-grown girl responded to death's questions with the tip of a gun.
I don't want to, and I'm unwilling to, turn back; I can only keep moving forward.
They questioned the same question: why, despite the opponent's immense power, it couldn't change a young girl's resolve?
Mudra Kane looked up in surprise, her previously composed movements faltering, and in an instant she made a completely new decision—she would step back.
Death was shattered like a phantom; her protective shield was broken. If she didn't retreat, it meant she would have to endure Jiang Kehan's ruthless counterattack.
From a rational perspective, even if he were to take a full combo from Jiang Kehan, it wouldn't be a big deal.
But Mudra Kane stared at the other's unbridled killing intent and unwavering determination, and unusually, frowned and took a step back.
The mocking crows shut their beaks, suddenly becoming ferocious and terrifying, their merciless pale purple pupils locked onto the people below.
As the black feathers fluttered, the crows revealed their murderous intent, spread their wings, and emerged from the illusion into reality.
“Quack quack!!!”
The falling black feathers transformed into Mudra Kane's robes, and the desolate clamor gathered in her palm, revealing a terrifying dark light.
She dodged Jiang Kehan's attacks while preparing to behead her again.
This time, however, Mudra Kane is completely serious.
She simply put away the long scythe that required two hands to wield and instead picked up the skull-opening axe, intending to have a thoroughly enjoyable close-quarters battle with Jiang Kehan.
But... as Mudra Kane stepped back, a hand landed on her shoulder and suddenly tightened.
In her astonished gaze, Jiang Kehan grinned maliciously, turning the most terrifying spear tip outwards as if she were going to use the spear as a basic wooden stick to strike it.
Is this right?
Mudra Kane suddenly had a bad feeling. She opened her mouth slightly, about to break free, but unexpectedly blurted out something.
"How can it be?!"
Yes, she discovered that the hand gripping her shoulder possessed an overwhelming strength that no great witch, no, not even a normal half-step to the end, could have.
That's a bit of an exaggeration.
It's as ridiculous as a dragon tripping over a rose.
In that instant, Mudra Kane realized that things were going to get bad. If the force was that great, the damage caused by the blunt force of the blow would be much greater than that caused by a simple spear tip.
Other witches with good eyesight also suddenly stood up, looking incredulously at Jiang Kehan, who was blooming wildly in the dueling arena.
Even many witches cast surprised glances at Angela, seemingly trying to discern whether she had done anything unseen to Jiang Kehan.
Otherwise, how could a great witch possibly restrain Mudra Kane?!
This is utterly absurd; even in their dreams, they couldn't imagine such an outrageous scene.
Angela simply smiled, downed the drink in her glass, and seemed quite pleased.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her long, narrow gaze sweeping contemptuously over the witches around her who subconsciously looked down on Jiang Kehan. Then, with a cold snort, she spoke in a way that was full of pressure.
Are you... questioning me?
"Or are you questioning my administrative officer?"
In just two short sentences, all speculations were silenced, leaving the witches, who had initially harbored some doubts, sweating profusely and unconsciously averting their gazes. They could only continue watching this noble duel, which had deviated from their expectations, with lingering fear.
"boom!!!"
Like a thunderous roar, carrying the sound of space and fate tearing apart, the spear and staff slammed heavily onto Mudra Kane's head, causing her to vomit a mouthful of black blood and gasp for breath.
Jiang Kehan suddenly realized that this butcher, who was so fearsome that he inspired awe in other witches, was actually surprisingly physically weak.
But soon, she laughed, spitting out a mouthful of hot red blood, feeling the chill brought by the dagger that had pierced her heart.
"You...are pretty good."
Mudra Kane raised her eyelids, and her eyes, which were limited to what appeared to be black dots due to the mask, turned crimson.
It was as if heavenly fire had been scattered across the earth, engulfing everything in its original famine and despair, leaving only ashes.
"So, come and kill me, Jiang Kehan!"
Mudra Kane raised his dagger, slicing it across Jiang Kehan's skin, and whispered in her ear.
The only response she received was the sudden burst of magic emanating from Jiang Kehan and the ever-rising water light.
The cramped dueling arena was transformed into Mudra Kane's prison at this moment, as Jiang Kehan unleashed her terrifying accumulated power without restraint, ruthlessly reshaping the entire environment.
Her will, at this moment, sounded its decree. She looked up as if responding to Mudra Kane, yet as if she had never wavered.
"Here, only forward movement is permitted; retreat is not allowed."
Then Mudra Kane laughed with satisfaction, and amidst the cawing of crows, she said this.
"as you wish!"
Mudra Kane's will stubbornly issued the same decree as Jiang Kehan's once again. Their eyes reflected the inextinguishable fire on each other's bodies, which then grew even colder.
Waves of energy, like arcs of lightning, constantly intertwined. The two tacitly prevented each other from unleashing their spells, locked in a fierce struggle, using cold blades and blood as their brushes.
Gradually, under Mudra Kane's hacking and slashing, although Jiang Kehan managed to choke him several times, she was still cut open by him first.
Her eyes were downcast, and she seemed somewhat dazed.
Gradually, Jiang Kehan no longer saw Mudra Kane's cawing, nor Angela's tense expression as she gripped the chair.
She simply smiled, opened her arms without regret, and looked at her mother who appeared in the illusion, expressing her long-lost longing with a touch of reluctance.
"Did you see that, Mom?"
"I have never backed down, and I have protected everything well."
"So...can I hold you one more time?"
Her response seemed to be a doting look in the other person's eyes, and—a push away without hesitation.
Jiang Kehan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Mudra Kane, who had put down his weapon and shrugged. It was as if she heard her long-missed relative speaking softly.
“I’ve always known, and I’ve never let you go, Kehan.”
"Open your eyes, I've always been behind you, sharing your every bit of pride and joy."
“It’s the same this time.”
"So... smile more, that's the evidence that I'm craving the warmth of your cheeks, craving this child who never grows up, my most beloved child."
"And please continue to look straight ahead without any worries. I'm right behind you, always protecting you."
"I am with you."
Chapter 490 The Doctor Stained with Blood
Jiang Kehan stared in astonishment as her opponent turned and left the narrow dueling arena. She instinctively reached up to touch her throat to confirm that she was not "dead".
why?
Her eyes were filled with doubt, and when she saw Mudra Kane's dark back, she felt nothing but utter absurdity.