Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 349 - 348 [Almost Perishing Together with Blood Mist]

Chapter 349: Chapter 348 [Almost Perishing Together with Blood Mist]

The Blood Mist’s Skull Killing Skill was broken, sparking intense anger and surprise. He lunged at Ye Tianchen with the Fish Intestine Sword, while Ye Tianchen clenched his fists tightly, erupting with the strongest light. At that moment, Ye Tianchen’s fist strength had reached the peak of the King-level Superpower Realm.

What Blood Mist never anticipated was that Ye Tianchen, facing the Fish Intestine Sword—one of the ancient ten Divine Swords with the power to sweep everything away—did not dodge or evade but charged straight ahead. This courage and domineering spirit were something Blood Mist had never encountered before, resulting in his carelessness. He was struck in the chest by Ye Tianchen’s punch, not only bleeding from the corner of his mouth but also spouting fresh blood from his back, as his chest was pierced by Ye Tianchen’s fist. In turn, the Fish Intestine Sword also stabbed into Ye Tianchen’s left chest.

Because of Blood Mist’s oversight, he was seriously injured, even more so than Ye Tianchen, sustaining a wound that was undoubtedly fatal. Therefore, Blood Mist continued to charge forward recklessly, as Ye Tianchen retreated. It wasn’t that Ye Tianchen couldn’t hold him off, but Blood Mist was now fighting recklessly, and the Fish Intestine Sword was truly strong—a sword capable of sweeping away everything. Ye Tianchen could feel its formidable and unbelievable strength, no wonder his own strike with the Taie Sword was blocked by it.

Spurt!

Ye Tianchen’s entire left chest was pierced by the Fish Intestine Sword, and he was also driven by Blood Mist’s momentum to crash into the wall behind him. Both Ye Tianchen and Blood Mist glared fiercely at one another, their strength beyond doubt.

"Even if I die, I’ll drag you to hell with me!" Blood Mist bellowed.

"Is the ruthless elder young master of Longteng worthy of such loyalty from you?" Ye Tianchen asked with a hint of regret.

"It’s not a matter of worth. Just because you are strong, I must kill you!" Blood Mist said coldly.

Blood Mist was very strong; although the two were archenemies determined to see one victorious, it was clear that either Ye Tianchen would die or Blood Mist would. There were no other options. Nevertheless, Ye Tianchen felt some regret. He experienced the sensation of one hero lamenting the fall of another. Blood Mist’s death would mean one less master in the world. As someone who valued prowess, Ye Tianchen respected his opponents, no matter if they were life-and-death rivals, as these strong individuals were far superior to those without skill, who spent their days spouting empty threats.

Smack, bang!

Ye Tianchen felt reluctant to kill a fellow hero, but he couldn’t afford to hold back; otherwise, he’d be the one to lose his life. Thus, he delivered a heavy palm strike to Blood Mist’s chest, spraying another burst of blood from Blood Mist’s front to his back. A large hole opened in Blood Mist’s chest; he was surely doomed. Now, he only wished to take Ye Tianchen down with him. It wasn’t that his strength was inferior to Ye Tianchen, but his carelessness and failure to foresee Ye Tianchen’s courage and audacity in facing the Fish Intestine Sword had resulted in his severe injury and loss of the opportunity for a strong showdown.

In battles between masters, they could sometimes fight for days on end, but victory could be determined in the blink of an eye. Whoever was careless and lost the initiative might find death upon them—nothing more needed to be said. A single misstep could lead to total defeat, and in battles between masters, this phrase couldn’t be truer. Aside from personal strength, victory was also decided by factors such as the right moment, terrain, cooperation, and practical experience.

However, at that moment, Blood Mist realized he had lost and was facing death. Still, he aimed to take Ye Tianchen down with him. No matter how Ye Tianchen attacked, Blood Mist continued to charge forward with the Fish Intestine Sword, determined to take Ye Tianchen with him into death. Whether it was out of loyalty to the elder young master of Longteng or an unwillingness to fall to a strong opponent like Ye Tianchen, Blood Mist wanted to perish together with Ye Tianchen at the very least.

Bang!

Ye Tianchen’s back smashed into the wall behind him, with the Fish Intestine Sword leading the way, followed by the impact against Ye Tianchen’s back, causing the entire wall to collapse instantly. Blood trickled from the corner of Ye Tianchen’s mouth. Blood Mist was formidable, his strength no less than Ye Tianchen’s. Had it not been for his oversight and underestimation of Ye Tianchen’s readiness to engage in a barehanded fight against the Fish Intestine Sword, he would not have lost so quickly, so disastrously.

Now, the only thought in Blood Mist’s mind was to take Ye Tianchen down with him. Throughout his life, Blood Mist had faced countless life-and-death battles, always emerging as the killer of his adversaries. This time, however, it seemed it was his turn. Ye Tianchen was merely twenty years old and already possessed such strength. If allowed to continue growing, there might come a time when even the elder young master of Longteng would struggle to deal with him.

The battle with Blood Mist had made Ye Tianchen realize that, given his current strength, he still had a significant gap between himself and Dragon Teng’s young master. If the young master decided to attack at this time, he definitely would not be his match. Even with his ability to grow stronger in the face of stronger opponents and his potential for cross-realm battles, he might still not be a match for Dragon Teng’s young master. This realization made Ye Tianchen feel an urgent need to enhance his strength rapidly; otherwise, there would eventually come a day when he would face the young master in battle, and he would certainly be the one to die.

The logic was very simple. Blood Mist was but Dragon Teng’s top war general and had put up a fight with him that, if not for carelessness, might not have ended in defeat. How much stronger would the young master be? It was unimaginable.

"Go to hell!"

With a loud roar, Blood Mist grasped the hilt of the Fish Intestine Sword with both hands and swung it with all his might to the right, aiming to cleave Ye Tianchen into two. Ye Tianchen sensed a great danger. Blood Mist was freakishly strong; even having punched through his heart, he still had such power, like an immortal cockroach, delivering a final strike in a do-or-die attempt to take Ye Tianchen down with him.

Crack!

Ye Tianchen’s left hand suddenly grabbed the hilt of the Fish Intestine Sword as well, blocking the momentum of Blood Mist’s swing to the right. However, the cruel aura of the sword, reminiscent of regicide and patricide, continued to invade to the right, inch by inch trying to split his body open. It was a kind of Sword Qi that could cleave open Ye Tianchen’s body even if the blade itself had stopped moving to the right.

"There’s no use struggling. No one has ever escaped the slaughter of the Fish Intestine Sword. Anyone wounded by it will not survive. All they can do is wait for death," Blood Mist said with a cold laugh. He knew he was going to die, but so would Ye Tianchen. By taking down a young expert like Ye Tianchen, Blood Mist thought his own fall wouldn’t be too disgraceful.

Blood flowed continuously from Ye Tianchen’s mouth, his injuries severe. The Sword Qi of the Fish Intestine Sword relentlessly eroded his body, moving from left to right and quickly approaching his heart. Once it reached his heart, Ye Tianchen would be undoubtedly dead.

Hum!

The Taie Sword, thrust into the ground, started to tremble more violently. It sensed Ye Tianchen’s peril. It was a time when Ye Tianchen had no way out, and Blood Mist could still inflict such a grave wound; his strength was truly formidable.

Ye Tianchen’s right hand brought his middle and index fingers together. Just as Blood Mist roared, determined to bisect Ye Tianchen and take him down with him, a sword light descended from the sky. With the speed of thunder, the Taie Sword pierced straight through Blood Mist’s skull.

"You are very strong, so strong that it’s unthinkable. Perhaps even the young master would have a hard fight against you. Remarkable!" Despite his unwillingness, Blood Mist gave Ye Tianchen a look. At this point, he no longer had the strength to drag Ye Tianchen down with him and could only sigh. Having battled all his life without defeat, Blood Mist had now lost to Ye Tianchen and died at his hand. This young man, barely twenty years old, truly possessed an indescribable strength and unfathomable power.

Blood Mist was dead. Ye Tianchen pulled the Fish Intestine Sword out from his chest, blood gushing forth. The terrible wound was so severe that one could almost see his heart, just a little bit more, and Ye Tianchen would have died alongside Blood Mist. However, the gentle power left inside his body by Zhang Ruotong quickly contained the wound, slowly repairing it. Although it was slow, the wound did not worsen, which meant Ye Tianchen wouldn’t lose his life.

Ye Tianchen lay on the ground, exhausted from the battle. Blood Mist’s strength had exceeded his expectations. Observing the standing corpse of Blood Mist, impaled by the Taie Sword from above, Ye Tianchen truly admired him. Blood Mist was not just a strong warrior but also could be considered a hero. It was just that the two stood on different grounds, forcing them into a life-or-death struggle. Otherwise, they might have become friends. This world was destined to have many such helplessness.

As Blood Mist breathed his last, the blood-red skull, held in mid-air by the Buddha Beads, began to shrink and eventually faded away. There, twinkling like soft, cheerful stars, was the absence of a murderous aura and the greed for Life Force. It seemed to Ye Tianchen that the ninety-nine souls massacred by Blood Mist finally found their release. They had only been liberated twenty years after death—an utterly cruel fate, yet ultimately they were freed from the torment of tempering and the pain after death.

After the battle ended, Ye Tianchen sat cross-legged on the ground, not daring to move. While the healing power left by Zhang Ruotong was at work, his injuries were substantial. He had nearly hurt his heart, and his whole body had nearly been split apart. The fact that he survived was terrifying. Apart from Zhang Ruotong’s healing power, it was his own strength and physique that had pulled him through. He needed time to recuperate and to strengthen himself while healing, never knowing when Dragon Teng’s young master might attack. When that time came, it would be a fight with a narrow escape from death. He did not know if he would live...(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for the Recommendation Ticket, Monthly Ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)