It was dusk, and the competition ground of Tianyang Martial Arts School was dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and the fighting between the fields was very intense.
Yuan Liang's sword came out like rain, trying to block Lin Mu's every escape route, but regardless of his injuries, even if he was at the peak of his integrity at this time, Lin Mu was only a small level weaker than him.
Warriors are not spiritual beings, and a lower level cannot make a substantial difference.
The main reason why Lin Mu fell into such a passive state was because Yuan Liang's attacks were too fast and even urgent, with one sword after another without interruption.
Yuan Liang held his breath. Before the breath dissipated, he did not intend to give Lin Mu a chance to breathe.
Ding!
There was another soft sound, and Lin Mu took a few steps back. When he looked back, he saw that he was already at the edge of the competition arena behind him. If he stepped back further, he would exit the competition arena.
This means he will lose.
There was no need to think about what to do next. Yuan Liang had already charged forward again, swinging his iron sword horizontally, without giving him a chance to hesitate.
Lin Mu mobilized the spiritual power in his body as quickly as possible, and the white spiritual power attached to the sword. He had been dodging and dodging, and finally used all his strength.
His robes shook. Lin Mu held the sword in both hands and struck from bottom to top. The sword was drawn out so fast that it struck first and last.
When the two swords clashed, the sound that came out was not the sound of the swords before, but a violent explosion, the sound of a crack between spiritual powers.
Boom!
The ground of the competition ground cracked, and smoke and dust swept away instantly.
The smoke and dust were so thick that no one could see clearly what was going on inside, but when the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone who looked at it trembled.
Yuan Liang's sword still struck Lin Mu's sword, but the hand holding the sword was trembling violently. Blood was already flowing down from the corner of his mouth, and subtle blood marks appeared on the skin on his body. The sword was blocked, and Yuan Liang's internal injuries also broke out. Being able to endure such pain and fight until now has reached his limit, but in the end he was still a little short.
Lin Mu showed no mercy and kicked Yuan Liang hard.
The iron sword was released from his hand, and Yuan Liang flew out like a kite with its string broken, hitting the ground.
The atmosphere of deathly silence spread in the competition arena, and the surroundings were full of unwilling and regretful eyes.
Song Zhenghai sighed silently: "My child, it's okay, you have worked very hard."
Tan Yong seemed to be muttering to himself: "It's a pity, it's a pity. I spent so much effort and even aggravated internal injuries, but we still lost! Alas! What a pity, what a pity!"
However, there was no regret at all in his expression and tone.
"How could this happen!"
Xiao Lingyuan looked at the scene, her words filled with unwillingness. Only they understood what kind of perseverance and determination it took for Yuan Liang to drag this breath until now, but the final result was still failure.
How to make people willing.
Yun Xi looked at Yuan Liang lying on the ground and remained silent for a long time.
The referee of the exchange meeting was a teacher from Tianyang Martial Arts School. When he saw Yuan Liang passed out, he immediately shouted: "The game is over, Sunset Martial Arts School Lin..."
The referee's voice suddenly fell silent because an extremely weak yet strong voice sounded from the stage.
"I...still...haven't lost..."
His body was shaking. Yuan Liang stood up tremblingly. Blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears. His injuries were already very serious.
The referee looked at him who might fall down at any time and said: "Yuan Liang, you have tried your best, it is enough."
But Yuan Liang ignored him. He still stood. Even though his whole body was stooped with pain, he still stood there, with flames rising in his eyes.
In the silence, a soft and sweet voice suddenly came from the stands: "If you don't fall to the ground and stay up for ten seconds, you won't lose."
When the referee heard this, he looked towards the auditorium, but did not find the person who spoke. He sighed and stepped away.
"The game continues."
At this moment, not to mention the audience present, even the netizens watching the live broadcast on the Internet were sweating in their hearts.
Lin Mu pointed his sword at the extremely embarrassed Yuan Liang, not hiding his contempt and disdain to say: "You are really asking for trouble!"
The faded spiritual power erupted again, and this time, Lin Mu took the lead.
The battles of earth-level warriors are often life-and-death fights, all fought with skills and little spiritual skills.
Lin Mu was not quick to draw the sword, but the frightening heaviness could be felt from hundreds of meters away. He swung the sword towards Yuan Liang's waist without reservation.
The weapons used in the exchange meeting were all unopened blunt weapons, and the swords were also blunt. They could hit people with such force that they would be broken at the waist.
The referee stared closely at the two people on the court, with spiritual energy surging in his body, and he was ready to rescue at any time.
But just when everyone thought Yuan Liang couldn't catch Lin Mu's sword, the shadow of the sword whirled, and Lin Mu's sword passed Yuan Liang's shadow and fell into the void.
"What's going on?"
Yuan Liang's speed at this moment was beyond everyone's expectations!
Lin Mu turned back quickly.
Yuan Liang has taken back his sword, and flames are rising from the sword.
Lin Mu suddenly said in shock: "Are you crazy?!"
Yuan Liang breathed out gently, and the air dispersed into the air, extremely hot.
Yuan Liang's talent is considered to be on the upper side among his peers. His family is not rich, so the skills that can be given to him are only the lowest. Therefore, in order to go further in the future, Yuan Liang has not had any skills until now.
Have learned any exercises.
His spiritual power should be transparent and colorless.
But now it has turned into a raging flame, and there is only one possibility for this result.
"Brother Song, is this student of yours crazy? In just one exchange meeting, your heart is burning! He doesn't want to die?"
On the rostrum, Tan Yong said to Song Zhenghai with a very bad tone.
Song Zhenghai's eyes always fell on the competition stage, with tears in his eyes: "This is his own choice, he is not crazy."
"This kid is too impulsive and has no foresight."
Tan Rui made a simple comment and then stopped talking.
He held his head and looked indifferent, but in his heart he was thinking about who the person who just made the sound was, and he always felt a little familiar.
"Why is his heart burning?"
Still in that dark corner, Nangong Yao spoke in surprise.
Heart fire is something that everyone has, and it symbolizes a person's lifespan.
Burning the inner fire can greatly improve one's own status and strength, but the price is that one's life span will be greatly shortened.
Burning the fire in the heart is often a choice that people make when they are in desperate situations. Yuan Liang actually made such a decision at this time.
It’s just an exchange meeting, is it necessary?
No one could get a response from Yuan Liang, because he was burning with anger and had launched a counterattack again.
Flames spread across the sky, and in just a few breaths, Yuan Liang fired dozens of swords, and each sword he fired was far more powerful than the previous one in terms of speed and power.
Lin Mu tried his best to dodge, but eventually there was nowhere to hide.
There was another sound, and a violent tremor came along the sword. Lin Mu's jaw trembled, and his five fingers were forced to move away because he could not bear the force.
The iron sword flew out, and his mouth was filled with blood.
"I surrender!"
Not giving Yuan Liang a chance to use his second sword at all, Lin Mu gave up even more decisively.
And this time he admitted defeat.
The referee in the audience rushed forward with lightning speed and slapped Yuan Liang on the chest.
The rising flames suddenly disappeared.
Yuan Liang looked at the sunset in the distance infatuatedly. The last bit of red light was reflected in his pupils, condensing with blood and tears, and the curtain slowly fell.
Yuan Liang's body went limp and he collapsed into the referee's arms.
"The competition is over, Yuan Liang of Tianyang Martial Arts School wins!"
The referee's voice was much louder than before, as if he wanted to vent the pain and anger in his heart.
There were no cheers in the field. Everyone looked at the fallen figure with only pain and pity in their hearts.
It is true that no matter who makes the judgment, they will think that Yuan Liang made a wrong decision, but no one dares to blame him, and no one will blame him.
Except for his parents who were hugging each other and crying.
In the corner, the four young people disappeared early.
At the school gate, Yun Xi pressed her hat.
"No need to go to the hospital anymore, let's go home and prepare."
The three of them were stunned and vaguely understood something, but they still couldn't help asking: "What are you preparing for?"
Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and Yun Xi's voice was also blown far away.
"Tomorrow, we will play."
***The author has something to say***
Do you think Yuan Liang is just a sidekick who accepts the good guy card? No, no, no, it’s good that he has a serious role!
By the way, I actually really want to portray Yuan Liang more realistically and touchingly, but my writing skills are limited and I can only reach this level. I have to continue to learn.
