MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again
Chapter 257 - 16: Deathmatch Between Fellow Disciples

Chapter 257: Chapter 16: Deathmatch Between Fellow Disciples

"The second match, Xia Fuer versus Nila."

Nila responded to the call and climbed onto the platform, slowly drawing the giant axe from behind his back, "Junior brother, how have you been these past years?"

Xia Fuer offered a faint smile, "Thanks to my senior brother, my teacher and I have been doing quite well."

"That old bastard isn’t dead yet?" Nila sneered coldly, "It seems you’ve really gone out of your way."

"Yes, all thanks to senior brother." Xia Fuer’s eyes brimmed with intense hatred as he gritted his teeth and demanded, "Why!"

Nila shrugged his shoulders, "The old man wouldn’t agree to give me his daughter and he kept secrets from me. After all these years of running around for him, it turns out I was nothing but a servant."

"Nonsense! Master would never do such a thing!" Xia Fuer interrupted, "It was you who harbored malicious intentions, poisoned our teacher’s food, betrayed our sect, and even raped and killed our junior sister."

Nila just chuckled sinisterly, seemingly savoring the brutal acts he had committed, offering no retort.

"Nila, you know why I’m here today," Xia Fuer shouted lowly, "to personally kill you and avenge our junior sister!"

"Oh, I see." Nila nodded, "You don’t dare enter Yu River City, afraid you’ll be attacked? You really didn’t need to worry. If you came to my Yu River City, I would have given you a fair duel."

"It’s the same here. Today, either you die or I perish!" Xia Fuer raised his giant axe, frenzied blood power continually extracted from within his body, casting a reddish glow upon the twin blades of the axe.

"Good, very good, you’ve truly mastered the blood-enhanced skill. As your senior brother, I’m sincerely happy for you." Nila took a half step back, swinging his giant axe fiercely down at the other.

"Twin Moon Slash!" Xia Fuer roared lowly as two arcs of blood burst from the tip of the axe, crossing each other and slashing downwards.

Nila raised his weapon, easily blocking the attack, "You haven’t fully grasped this move yet. Use it less in the future."

With that said, he delivered a side kick, forcing Xia Fuer back.

The King of Cang, explaining to Xixi in the stands the grudge between the two men, "That man named Nila and Xia Fuer were once fellow disciples under the same master. Their teacher was the one who won the second seat for our Cang nation thirty years ago, the Blood Axe Second Rank Duke. Unfortunately, he took in the wrong disciple, was secretly harmed, and has been bedridden for years, half alive, half dead."

"Ah? Father, the Blood Axe Duke is actually so pitiable? Why didn’t you punish the villain for him and uphold justice?" Xixi looked sympathetically at Xia Fuer, "He seems to be losing, Nila is so bad!"

"You can’t say that," the King of Cang began to teach Xixi about power politics, "It’s true that Nila was wrong to poison his sect, but the Blood Axe Duke didn’t treat Nila well either. Nila was his earliest disciple, but the treatment, honestly, was no different from a servant’s. And Nila himself had great talent and was fully qualified to be trained as the next Blood Axe, but unfortunately, the Blood Axe Duke was narrow-minded and deliberately suppressed him, leading to his own misery in the end."

"So that’s how it is; Nila is also quite pitiable," Xixi couldn’t help sighing, "They are both so pitiable, can’t they be stopped from fighting?"

"Ah, well..." The King of Cang ruffled Xixi’s hair, "That’s their own sect’s affair, and it’s not appropriate for me to interfere. Remember, Xixi, not everything is as it appears. Those who seem evil might have their own sad stories behind them. Every issue has two sides, and if you can’t see the whole picture, you shouldn’t rush to conclusions."

"Okay," Xixi nodded, not quite grasping the concept, "I will remember that."

"Good." The King of Cang turned his head, "Let’s continue watching the match."

While they spoke, Xia Fuer had already exchanged over a hundred moves with Nila, their heavy axes swung fiercely, creating waves of blood, blossoming on the platform like red lotuses.

"Junior brother, if that’s all you’ve got, then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed." Nila sneered, "I hope in the next life you learn some more skills before seeking revenge on me."

As those words fell, Xia Fuer sensed an unprecedented crisis as layers of blood power tightly enveloped his body.

Nila’s skill followed soon after, with the surrounding space lighting up with red glints, all marks deliberately left by Nila during the battle.

"Strangulation!" Nila spoke casually, and instantly, those marks swelled rapidly, each mark transforming into a giant axe, unleashing the moves Nila had previously used.

Combining a hundred attacks into one moment for simultaneous release, the power was overwhelming—if one didn’t die from it, they would be left crippled.

Xia Fuer’s defense was quickly broken through, his arms, thighs, and all over his body were slashed by the axe blades, leaving bone-exposing wounds.

Nila seemed not to wish to kill his opponent directly and voluntarily withdrew his skill, "Junior brother, are you alright?"

"Cough cough~~" Xia Fuer spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, he had struggled fiercely to make it to the final battle, but in front of Nila, he was like a child, beaten without the strength to fight back.

"Why!" Xia Fuer pounded the ground forcefully, tears of frustration flowing down his cheeks.

"Did you think you inherited your master’s mantle?" Nila smirked, "Did you think that just because you could defeat other Second-Transformation Peak experts, you were something special?"

Nila, dragging his huge axe, stepped toward Xia Fuer: "My dear junior brother, wake up. The opponents our master chose for you were trash. He inflated your confidence so you could not see the real world. I must say, your luck hasn’t been bad either. Compared to Lu Hong up there, you’re not much different. The opponents you faced in the several rounds of the tournament were not strong."

"I don’t believe it!" Xia Fuer shouted, summoning his remaining strength, he picked up the giant axe, and blood-red waves of energy exploded outwards.

"Good, good, good!" Nila retreated a hundred steps, "I’ve been waiting for this moment. I really want to see how strong the Duke of the Bloody Axe’s secret technique, the Guillotine, truly is!"

With people seated on the stage and the sky above, damn it, a fight is just a fight, why drag me into it? Lu Hong frowned discontentedly, leaning slightly forward, he too wanted to take a close look at the power of this skill.

Nila felt the ground shifting beneath his feet, he looked down to see a blood-red execution platform rising up.

A strange laugh whizzed from behind, turning his head, he saw a massive figure staring at him.

"Is this our berserker clan’s Heavenly God? Truly thrilling!" Nila laughed wildly.

The giant shrouded in a red cloak opened its arms, revealing the Guillotine in its chest cavity, urging in a frenzy, "Come, come, accept the judgment of death!"

Before his words finished, countless black arms grabbed Nila, dragging him in.

Xia Fuer’s strength was nearly drained, supporting his last breath he swung down his weapon

"Slash!"

At the same moment, the giant axe atop the Guillotine also came crashing down.

"For so many years, I have been researching, always searching, and finally, I have found the berserker clan’s other lost skill." Nila offered no resistance throughout, all to secretly gather his strength.

This moment was the perfect time to strike!

"Blood—Execution!"

The counterattack from Nila piqued the interest of Duke Cang, who spoke to Xixi beside him, "Speaking of which, it was I who provided the opportunity for Nila to learn this skill."

"Hmm?"

"Ha ha, my dear daughter, that year I sent envoys to the Sacred Empire, and Nila was among them. When they passed through the Odd Dimension, the Empire’s garrison just happened to discover an ancient relic, Nila followed them inside, and he acquired this long-lost skill."

As the Blood Execution was unleashed, the entire coliseum plunged into darkness. It obscured the vision of the spectators, until moments later, a point of red light slowly rose in the center of the arena.

By the red light, one could vaguely see a pair of large hands holding a hundred-meter-long giant axe, performing a horizontal slash that cleaved through everyone’s sight, and along with that the Guillotine trapping Nila, vanished in the wake of the skill’s attack.

Xia Fuer’s chest burst open, his eyes gradually dimming, and he collapsed with a thunderous fall.

"It seems you haven’t fully mastered the teacher’s skill," Nila, equally covered in fresh blood, had also been wounded by the Guillotine, only he had survived it.

"No... ...impossible... ..." Blood and spit flew from his mouth, filled with rage and despair.

"Junior brother, don’t blame me, really don’t blame me." Nila, dragging his weary steps, approached Xia Fuer step by step: "I remember when our master punished me, confining me to solitary, starving for ten days. If you hadn’t secretly brought me food, I might have died that day."

"But why, why did you oppose me? Why couldn’t you see through our teacher’s true nature? No matter how dutifully you served him for years, he was still using you. Can’t you understand? Why can’t you understand? Why!" Nila roared madly at Xia Fuer.

Xia Fuer clung tightly to Nila’s sleeve: "I... ...I only know... ...once a teacher... ...for a lifetime... ...a..."

Watching his arm fall helplessly, Nila calmed down from his rage, murmuring softly, "Farewell, junior brother."

Wu An did not announce the outcome immediately, and the nobles and high-ranking officials present in the stands of the arena had expressions of sympathy. The happenings within the Duke of the Bloody Axe’s family were somewhat known throughout the kingdom of Cang. These matters were complex, without right or wrong, and any conclusion was a tragedy.