Those Classmates who Suddenly Disappeared
Chapter 992: Never Admit Defeat

Chapter 992: Chapter 992: Never Admit Defeat

Above the platform, the situation reversed, and Jin Yi danced with blade and sword, doubling his defense and intercepting all of the leader of Xuanjian Sect’s attacks, then seizing a flaw to counterattack with equal ferocity.

"How can this be, his power hasn’t increased, but his moves are more refined and harder to decipher," the leader of Xuanjian Sect, struck by a blade, felt his face burn with shame, grinding his teeth in hatred.

Finally, it was Jin Yi’s turn to go on the offensive, with a blade in his left hand and a sword in his right, swordsmanship and knife technique intertwining chaotically yet with inherent order, utterly baffling to the observer.

The leader of Xuanjian Sect was forced to retreat step by step, unable to even think of counterattacking. His defenses were breached several times, and had he not dodged swiftly, he would have suffered several wounds by now.

"What a joke, can I not even defeat a disciple of Jian Shen?" Rage and humiliation provoked the leader of Xuanjian Sect to an explosive outburst, his roar and surging power nearly blasting Jin Yi away.

"All in!" Jin Yi knew it wasn’t sensible to compete in terms of power, but he wanted to try anyway. He merged blade and sword in a combined strike, the ferociousness of the attack unexpectedly splitting the Qi of the leader of Xuanjian Sect.

"What!" The leader of Xuanjian Sect grabbed the blade and sword with one hand while slamming the other onto Jin Yi’s body, the overwhelming force nearly shattering him from within.

Jin Yi was severely injured, blood spurting wildly as he was sent flying, no longer able to grip his weapons.

The leader of Xuanjian Sect was not much better off; struck by the blade and sword, he bled from his wounds and struggled greatly to stem his own bleeding, his complexion poor.

This round left both men grievously injured, but Jin Yi seemed the worse for wear, having even lost his weapons. What to do next was the question.

Everyone watching Jin Yi lying on the ground felt a tug at their hearts, each person inwardly cheering him on, hoping he would stand up.

Jin Yi did not disappoint. Clenching his teeth, he endured the pain and finally rose again. His body shook from his injuries, but his eyes still blazed with fighting spirit.

Looking at Jin Yi’s current state, it seemed a third-rate master could easily defeat him, but the leader of Xuanjian Sect didn’t make a move, because he wasn’t the only one who was injured.

The leader of Xuanjian Sect gripped his wound, teeth clenched, the murderous gleam in his eyes as if he wanted to devour Jin Yi alive.

It was clear to everyone that the situation was not good for Jin Yi; without a miracle, the one to lose would certainly be him.

Lu Bei saw this too and quickly shouted, "Let it go, Jin Yi, concede. To fight to this extent is not shameful."

"No, I must keep fighting, I must win, I must meet my master with victory," Jin Yi said, then took a deep breath, focusing all his power into his palm.

The leader of Xuanjian Sect sneered, "Admirable spirit, that much is like Jian Shen, no wonder he took you as his disciple. But sadly, even if Jian Shen himself came today, the one to win would still be me." With that, the leader of Xuanjian Sect roared out loud, bolstering his presence and then, concentrating a powerful force in his palm and advancing with fierce steps, he charged toward Jin Yi with an overpowering momentum.

"Come on, I’m not afraid of you, whoever is scared is a little dog," Jin Yi, resisting his pain, faced the formidable enemy and rose to the challenge.

The two closed in on each other, each landing a palm strike on the other’s body, the muffled thud sounding enough to make one’s blood run cold.

The leader of Xuanjian Sect landed a heavy blow on Jin Yi, exacerbating Jin Yi’s injuries, causing him to spit out more blood. Jin Yi was flung even farther, nearly toppling out of the ring.

Jin Yi’s palm strike hit the leader of Xuanjian Sect’s wound, reopening the barely ceased bleeding. The pain was so intense it caused the sect leader to break out in profuse sweat, and he could no longer hold himself up, dropping to one knee.

This time, it was a mutual toll, but sadly, Jin Yi was more severely wounded, yet Jin Yi didn’t give up. He clenched his fists; he still wanted to stand up, not for anyone else, but to bring victory to the person he revered most.

After much struggle, Jin Yi finally managed to rise again. However, sadly, the leader of Xuanjian Sect recovered faster. He was already standing in front of Jin Yi, his face twisted with loathing, "You and your master both like to oppose me, very well, I shall indulge you." With that, the leader of Xuanjian Sect struck Jin Yi with another palm, knocking Jin Yi back to the ground once more.

"Stop, Sect Leader! Jin Yi can’t fight anymore. There’s no need for you to be so ruthless," Lu Bei said urgently while rushing onto the ring, only to be forcefully restrained.

The leader of Xuanjian Sect appeared indifferent, "What’s the hurry, Lu Bei? I’ve set the rule: no one may interfere in the Martial Arts Competition until a victor is determined. Everyone here has agreed to that."

"You bastard!" Lu Bei wanted to help, but the opponents were too many and too strong for him.

At this moment, Jin Yi was trembling but nonetheless trying to rise again, his fighting spirit earning the admiration of many. However, the leader of Xuanjian Sect only sneered, "See, Lu Bei? It’s not that I’m merciless; it’s this stubborn kid. He won’t concede; he still wants to fight me. Perhaps you should advise him."

Lu Bei shouted anxiously, "Enough, Jin Yi. It’s not shameful to admit defeat now."

The leader of Xuanjian Sect appeared to be persuading in good faith, "You heard them. Everyone is telling you to concede. Persisting in this fight is meaningless."

"Mind your own business!" Jin Yi said, pressing his hands on his legs just to barely stand, his back no longer straight.

"Good lad, you’re a martial arts prodigy. It’s a waste for Jian Shen to have you as his disciple. You should consider joining my sect," the leader of Xuanjian Sect suggested, but Jin Yi immediately gave a merciless rejection, "Stop joking. My master can only be Jian Shen."

Hearing this, the leader of Xuanjian Sect’s face darkened. He had just raised his hand and softly said, "Since Jian Shen sent you to your death and you’re so stubborn, refusing to concede, then don’t blame my ruthlessness."

At this time, Gu Fan hurried over, his thoughts in disarray. Jian Shen was all he could think about, especially since this clue had been right by his side all along. It was almost laughable, perhaps this was luck.

However, when Gu Fan arrived at the ring, he saw an empty scene. He was too late, the Martial Arts Competition was over, and everyone had left.

"Can’t believe my luck," Gu Fan muttered anxiously. This was an invaluable clue, could someone tell him what had happened here?

Gu Fan leaped onto the ring and saw many bloodstains, feeling a surge of anxiety. It seemed to have been a fierce battle. If the blood belonged to Jin Yi, he dreaded thinking of how severely Jin Yi might be injured. He prayed to the heavens that Jin Yi was alright.

Just then, several people came to clean up the site. Gu Fan immediately grabbed one of them and questioned about the duel. He then learned that Jin Yi had been severely wounded and rendered unconscious by the leader of Xuanjian Sect, and Lu Bei had already taken Jin Yi away for treatment.