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Chapter 320 - 299 killings Episode 3

Chapter 320: 299 killings Episode 3

In the VIP seats.

A three-meter-high wall suddenly broke apart, tumbling upwards and exploding midair into countless fragments.

Fragments fell like rain.

A white figure burst from behind, breaking through the debris and diving down from midair.

Below, Li Chongnan raised her hand and pointed.

Whoosh!!!

An invisible Sword Dragon soared up, rushing towards the white figure.

"Innate Eight Trigrams·Wind Sunder!"

The white figure suddenly paused, revealing the form of Chen Jiahan wearing a black and white mask.

Whoosh!

His body slowly faded, turning out to be just an afterimage, which the Sword Dragon pierced through and dissipated.

In the midst of continuous swooshing sounds.

Chen Jiahan’s figure instantly split into three, diving towards Li Chongnan from three different angles.

All three figures struck out simultaneously, their right hands shaped like claws.

"Die!"

"How naive!" Li Chongnan raised her arms high.

Dozens of Sword Dragons once again soared up beside her, rushing towards the three figures.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

All three figures turned out to be afterimages, each one scattered by the impact.

The real Chen Jiahan appeared directly behind her.

He heavily struck towards Li Chongnan’s back, but she, reacting quickly, turned to parry the blow.

One person accumulated power for the attack while the other hurriedly defended; the disparity in strength was enormous.

With just a dull thud, Li Chongnan was knocked back over ten steps, and before she could stabilize, another leg shadow appeared, lashing towards her left face.

Boom!

She raised her hand to block, as the Sword of Wisdom condensed and swept around her.

But the dispersed Sword of Wisdom only felt it had hit something hard, before being shattered.

After a loud bang, Li Chongnan was sent flying, her body losing its defensive stance midair—she had been forcibly shattered by a massive force.

Even though she had already broken through to the fifth section and once again enhanced her entire body, this fierce blow caused her arms to ache dully, her muscles felt as if they were shaken apart, and for a moment, she couldn’t muster her strength.

"Acquired Eight Trigrams·Shock Three."

Chen Jiahan’s figure appeared behind her, moving even faster than she was flying sideways!

As Li Chongnan quickly closed in, he raised his right palm, and the corner of his mouth beneath his mask curved up slightly.

Muscle lines flowed like water from all over his body, converging towards his right palm.

In an instant, his right palm was twice as large as in its normal state.

"Off you go."

Whoosh!

He struck out with his right palm like lightning, smashing it downwards like a giant fan.

Just then, Li Chongnan’s eyes suddenly widened.

Her pupils, originally pitch black, now surged with specks of red light.

In the whites of her eyes, countless tiny Sacred Texts crawled rapidly like living worms, densely packed to a chilling degree.

’Ming Guang.’

In an instant, a bright flame lit up in the depths of darkness within the hearts of both individuals.

No sooner had the light ignited than it spread rapidly through the darkness like ink in water.

Chen Jiahan’s sweeping palm, while the darkness was spreading, abruptly came to a halt, rigid in midair.

He felt as though his body was starting to disobey him...

It was as if in the depths of his heart, a multitude of unknown feelings of brutality, chaos, Madness, pain, and all other negative emotions suddenly surged forth.

It was like they were repressed stocks from many years, which at this moment, were ignited and erupted by some primer.

Everyone harbors a dark side deep within their heart.

Even children, when playing with insects, can develop a desire to torment them.

The human heart is complex, and countless thoughts flash through it every moment. Among these thoughts, no one can guarantee that all their thoughts are pure.

It’s social morals that prompt us to suppress these dark aspects, to discard them or bury them deep within our hearts.

But indisputably, they too are a part of us.

’Ming Guang’ is about magnifying and releasing this part of our nature, the suppressed self buried deepest within us.

For a time, inside the VIP seats, amidst broken seating and walls, the two stood at a standoff only a meter apart, neither moving.

Li Chongnan’s eyes had countless black characters passing through, mysterious and inexplicable.

Chen Jiahan’s whole body trembled, unable to move as sweat poured down his forehead like rain.

"You...!!!" He couldn’t understand why he was experiencing this.

He had cleared his mind through meditation, supposedly cutting off all distractions, but now...

"You’ve lost," Li Chongnan suddenly shouted, raising her hand to strike.

Bang!

The palm was simple and unadorned, hitting Chen Jiahan squarely in the chest.

A tremendous force sent him flying backward, crashing into the back of a row of chairs.

The chairs collapsed in disarray, and Chen Jiahan was buried among them, his chest clothes burst open from the force, revealing the pale skin beneath.

Yet, weirdly, there were no injuries on his skin.

With a crunch, Chen Jiahan stood up, tearing the tattered clothes from his body, baring his upper torso.

The severe reaction brought on by ’Ming Guang’ had passed, and he was able to move again.

"That move... I have sparred with the Dragon Whisker Fist of the Dragon Whisker Sect, and there’s no way they have such a technique... What exactly are you practicing!?" His voice was noticeably heavier now.

Even with his many years in fierce competitions, he had never seen such a martial arts style.

Provoking an opponent’s inner darkness in such a way was a technique he had never even heard of.

"Not much time left," Li Chongnan didn’t answer his question but instead took a deep breath and looked at the swell on her forearm from the block.

The strength of his flesh was much higher than she had anticipated.

Raising her head, she focused her gaze on Chen Jiahan.

"Next time, I’ll settle it with you!"

"Heh heh..." Chen Jiahan chuckled, raising both hands, and assuming a boxer’s starting pose.

Then, with a beckoning gesture toward his opponent, the provocation was unmistakable.