20demayo Chapter 465 It Wasn't Intentional
Chapter 465 It Wasn't Intentional
the other side.
After taking the pill and undergoing a short period of meditation, Tang Siyu's complexion regained some rosiness.
"Junior Sister Tang, the Taixu Palace is counting on you."
Xuan Jingmo walked to Tang Siyu's side, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
With his ability, competing for a top-three finish would have been no problem.
However, they encountered Yun Chen halfway there.
If Tang Siyu loses, the Taixu Palace will have very few spots left to enter the secret realm.
They simply couldn't explain this to the sect leader, the elders, or even their fellow disciples.
Tang Siyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and she nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I can't possibly lose to the people from the Divine Thunder Palace. I'm confident."
After saying that, she leaped onto the arena and stood facing Shen Nan.
"Tang Siyu, I'll take your life."
As Shen Nan watched her go on stage, a smirk appeared on his lips, and a chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
The faintly emanating lightning spiritual power around him carried a suppressed yet violent force.
"Really? That depends on whether you have the ability."
A barely perceptible, icy smile curved at the corners of Tang Siyu's lips.
It's still uncertain who will kill whom.
"start!"
Just then, the presiding elder announced.
Almost at the same time, the two of them moved!
Shen Nan shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
He knew his condition was not perfect and he needed to act quickly.
The long sword, crackling with blinding arcs of electricity, slashed straight at Tang Siyu's face without holding back.
Tang Siyu's eyes narrowed, not daring to take the blow head-on. She nimbly slid to the side and back, while simultaneously flipping her wrist, drawing a precise arc with her longsword, intending to deflect the domineering strike with a clever technique.
"laugh!"
Swords clashed, sending sparks flying.
Tang Siyu felt a surge of immense force, and her entire arm went numb. She was secretly astonished by Shen Nan's strength.
"Let's see how many cuts you can make!"
Shen Nan pressed his advantage relentlessly, unleashing his swordsmanship like a raging storm, each strike faster than the last, crackling with lightning and enveloping Tang Siyu completely.
Tang Siyu held her breath and focused her mind, her swordsmanship becoming extremely rigorous, her defense impenetrable.
She knew that Shen Nan's offensive was fierce, but it was also very taxing. As long as she could withstand this onslaught, she would have a chance.
"Clang clang clang clang!"
The dense clang of metal on metal was like a sudden rain pattering on banana leaves. The two figures moved rapidly across the arena, their swords flashing and their movements dazzling.
Below the arena, watching the fight between the two, Zhao Xiruo looked tense.
"Yun Chen, can Senior Brother Shen win?"
She was still traumatized by her previous battle with Tang Siyu, so she was a little worried.
Yun Chen opened his mouth, about to speak, when Liu Yanran said, "Don't worry, Shen Nan has rich combat experience. Tang Siyu... will be easy to take down."
She and Shen Nan have come this far together, experiencing countless life-or-death situations; this battle is nothing compared to that.
If it really comes down to a fight, even someone at the Nascent Soul stage isn't without a fighting chance.
“He can win, but he’s a bit too impatient, and he might suffer a loss.” Yun Chen frowned and shook his head.
Perhaps it was because he was so eager to avenge Ruoruo that he immediately saw the problem.
Liu Yanran looked at Yun Chen with some surprise.
However, just as she was about to speak, something unexpected happened on stage.
Shen Nan slashed with his sword with great force. In the instant before the old force was exhausted and the new force was generated, Tang Siyu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the killing move that had been hidden all along was finally unleashed.
Instead of retreating, she advanced, closing in like a ghost. Her longsword abandoned all its fancy moves, transforming into an extremely thin and fast streak of cold light, aimed directly at the gap in Shen Nan's ribs exposed by his sword swing.
This sword strike was delivered from a tricky angle and at a ruthless moment.
"Be careful!" Yun Chen, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately called out a warning.
Shen Nan's mind went blank with alarm bells. He forced himself to turn around, but he was still a fraction too slow.
"laugh!"
The longsword sliced across his ribs, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash.
The intense pain caused Shen Nan to pause in his movements.
Tang Siyu, not one to back down, used her left hand, fingers drawn together like a sword, to strike Shen Nan's vital point on the chest with lightning speed, intending to cripple his mobility in one fell swoop.
In that critical moment, a ruthless glint flashed in Shen Nan's eyes.
Ignoring the pointing finger, he suddenly headbutted Tang Siyu hard in the face.
This completely unexpected and brutal fighting style startled Tang Siyu, causing her finger to instinctively slow down by half a second.
"boom!"
A dull crashing sound sounded.
Tang Siyu was hit so hard that she saw stars, felt a sharp pain in her nose, and the soreness made her tears well up instantly, completely distorting her movements.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Shen Nan's calloused left hand, like an iron clamp, grabbed Tang Siyu's wrist, which was holding the sword.
At the same time, he clenched his right fist, gathering the remaining lightning on it, and with an unstoppable momentum, slammed it hard into her heart.
Tang Siyu's pupils contracted sharply. She tried to break free, but her wrists felt as if they were welded shut with a hot iron.
In the rush, she could only barely raise her left arm to block.
"Crack!"
A clear cracking sound rang out.
Tang Siyu screamed as she was sent flying backward by the punch, the blood spurting from her mouth drawing a glaring red line in the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.
After struggling for a while, he was unable to get up.
Shen Nan was panting heavily, his left shoulder and ribs were bleeding profusely, and his face was as pale as paper, but he still managed to stand up straight.
He walked step by step to Tang Siyu, picked up the long knife that had fallen to the side, and held the tip of the knife above her throat.
"I...I give up!"
Tang Siyu stared at the cold blade, feeling the stinging pain in her throat, and screamed, her eyes filled with terror.
Shen Nan's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes remaining unwavering.
"Admit defeat?"
His voice was hoarse, filled with undisguised killing intent: "Junior Sister also admitted defeat back then, did you ever stop?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and the long knife stabbed downwards without hesitation.
"presumptuous!"
A furious shout exploded like a thunderclap.
Beside the arena, the elder's expression darkened. He didn't move, but a powerful spiritual pressure descended instantly, like an invisible hand that precisely gripped Shen Nan's wrist holding the knife.
Shen Nan felt his arm sink as if into quagmire, unable to move forward any further.
The blade was poised on Tang Siyu's throat, and one more step would have taken her life, but at this moment it was as if she had been cast in molten iron, unable to move.
"She's already admitted defeat, yet you still went for the kill. Are you trying to break the rules?"
The elder's voice was authoritative and carried an unquestionable force, his sharp gaze fixed on Shen Nan.
Stopped by someone, Shen Nan's eyes showed a hint of regret, but he also knew that he could not kill anyone today, so he put away his weapon and cupped his hands in greeting to the elder deacon.
"I couldn't stop in time, I didn't mean to."
"you!"
The elder deacon's eyes flashed with anger.
Even a fool could see that he was going to kill Tang Siyu.
Besides, they're not deaf; Shen Nan's words were intentional.
"Hehe! Swords and blades have no eyes on the arena, there's no need to make a fuss. Junior Nephew Tang didn't die, did he?"
At this moment, Elder Lei, who had been sitting on the high platform, stepped forward and spoke.
These were the words spoken by Lin Xuantong, the head of the Taixu Palace, after Zhao Xiruo conceded defeat.
Now, Elder Lei returned it exactly as it was.