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Chapter 853 - 825 I Lost

Chapter 853: Chapter 825 I Lost

Li Chen’s blade was swift, and formidable.

However, what shocked Zhao Xing the most was not the power that the blade contained.

It was the will that emanated from the blade itself!

This was a blade with a will!

In the instant when Red Moon and the iron rod made contact, Zhao Xing felt as though he was sinking in a mire, with endless ghosts howling around him.

From these ghosts emanated a single consciousness.

That was... greed!

"Ding!"

Without any hesitation, Zhao Xing swiftly tilted his rod, attempting to completely deflect the force, in order to lessen its impact on him.

The blade slid over the iron rod, sparking a flurry of sparks and even some iron filings kept breaking off.

Zhao Xing instinctively kicked out.

However, to his surprise, his kick was blocked.

"Bang!"

Li Chen’s leg collided fiercely with Zhao Xing’s, resulting in a deep, muffled sound, with throbbing pain radiating from their shins.

But there was no time to think further, as both of them launched attacks simultaneously.

"Ping!"

Blade and iron rod crossed, sparking again.

Li Chen’s left arm bent, sending an elbow strike fiercely towards Zhao Xing who was withstanding Red Moon’s full power.

"Crack!"

From Zhao Xing’s chest, the sound of bones breaking could be heard, and his whole body was violently flung backward.

This was the first time Zhao Xing had been injured during this fight!

This was also because he had underestimated the power of Red Moon!

Red gleam flickering, Red Moon sliced through the air, striking at Zhao Xing once more.

With a roll, Zhao Xing uncomfortably dodged Li Chen’s slash. Simultaneously, the iron rod in Zhao Xing’s hands also began spinning frantically.

In the air, the sound of fierce wind could even be heard.

Carrying the fierce wind, Zhao Xing’s iron rod furiously descended towards Li Chen’s head.

This strike had the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, let alone Li Chen’s head, even if it hit the hardest granite, it could instantly crush the stone into pieces.

After all, this was not merely the power of the iron rod, but also Zhao Xing’s Xuanjie Pinnacle True Qi!

"Boom!!"

The iron rod missed and heavily struck the ground, even smashing a large pit into the earth.

Meanwhile, Li Chen had already leapt up, rushing directly towards Zhao Xing along the rod.

"Bang!"

A foot, heavily kicked Zhao Xing’s jaw.

Instantly, Zhao Xing was kicked and sent flying.

"Not bad! Cough cough!" Zhao Xing, climbing up from the ground, wiped his mouth corners and, surprisingly, a smile appeared on his face: "You are really strong! Great! This is indeed that person’s son! How can that person’s son be weak? It was my mistake!"

"You are also very strong." Li Chen’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

After all, he had also suffered considerable injuries earlier, and although the use of Red Moon greatly enhanced his combat power, Red Moon did not provide the function of healing wounds.

"Boom!!"

The two clashed once again, with Li Chen’s Red Moon slicing directly across Zhao Xing’s abdomen, leaving a long narrow wound.

Strangely, not much blood flowed from the wound.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xing’s iron rod also hit Li Chen’s shoulder.

Suddenly, Li Chen’s entire left shoulder collapsed.

"Thud!"

The two fell to the ground simultaneously.

"What happened?"

"Who won in the end?"

Looking at the two lying on the ground, motionless, the disciples of Mystic Star Sect couldn’t help but draw a bit closer and observed them while asking.

In the Martial World, there is an unwritten tradition that no bystander, regardless of their relationship with the fighters, is allowed to interfere during a duel; otherwise, it would be considered a rule violation.

Hence, even though these Mystic Star Sect disciples wanted to help Zhao Xing, they dared not initiate an intervention recklessly.

Because, their master was still present, perhaps observing this scene. If discovered by the master, being expelled from the sect outright wouldn’t be surprising.

"Who won in the end?"

Just as everyone was still puzzled, a coughing sound suddenly rang out.

"Cough cough!"

Zhao Xing struggled to prop up half of his body, looked at his abdomen, and couldn’t help shaking his head.

Such a wound could only be stitched up and slowly healed. Moreover, he could feel part of the blood inside his body mysteriously vanishing. He was very clear that it was likely the work of the knife in Li Chen’s hands.

But now, he truly no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

"Big Senior Brother!"

"Big Senior Brother has won!"

Seeing Zhao Xing sitting up, a group of Mystic Star Sect disciples couldn’t help but cheer loudly and immediately rushed towards Zhao Xing, surrounding him.

"Big Senior Brother, are you alright?"

"To be injured so severely? Quick! Help Big Senior Brother to heal! Potion, Pill, right, we also need needles and thread, Big Senior Brother’s wound needs to be stitched!"

"Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!"

The group of Mystic Star Sect disciples immediately became busy.

As for Li Chen, he was completely forgotten by them.

Two disciples were just about to go back to the pavilion to fetch things when they suddenly froze.

"Lang Yan, Wu Feng, what’s wrong with you? Hurry up, didn’t you see Big Senior Brother..." a Mysterious Level Beginner Stage disciple, upon seeing the two suddenly stopping, couldn’t help but shout out loudly.

However, he also stopped halfway through his words.

At that moment, the Mystic Star Sect disciples seemed to finally realize something was amiss and turned their heads to look in another direction.

There, Li Chen had already stood up at some unknown time.

Red Moon went into the sheath.

Li Chen was walking towards the grand doors of the pavilion somewhat strenuously.

Because his left shoulder was shattered, Li Chen’s walking posture looked a bit awkward.

But, no Mystic Star Sect disciple dared to take a step closer in the direction Li Chen was moving towards.

Watching Li Chen walking silently towards the grand doors of the pavilion, Zhao Xing couldn’t help shaking his head and chuckling bitterly, "I lost."

Hearing Zhao Xing’s words, the surrounding Mystic Star Sect disciples also quieted down, with quite a few clenching their fists.

"I..." the Mysterious Level Beginner Stage disciple was just about to say something, but was suddenly pulled at the clothes by Zhao Xing.

"Forget it, he won." Zhao Xing’s face, with a rare smile, said.

"Let’s not forget what our Mystic Star Sect cultivates," Zhao Xing spoke, "Let him go, if I’m inferior in skill, there’s nothing I can say."

Li Chen, as if he couldn’t hear their words, walked straight towards the grand doors of the pavilion.

In his eyes, it seemed only the grand doors of the pavilion remained, while the surrounding Mystic Star Sect disciples were completely ignored by him.

Of course, it wasn’t a complete disregard; his right hand was still tightly holding onto the handle of the Red Moon.

If anyone dared to obstruct him further, he would no longer show mercy.

"Xiaoxiao, brother-in-law is here to take you home." A gentle smile appeared on Li Chen’s face.

Standing on top of the pavilion, Lin Xiaoxiao covered her mouth with both hands, her clothes unknown when they had been soaked with tears.