He suddenly roared, determined to turn the tide even with an injured arm, but he was really making a stupid mistake. How could he possibly turn the tide with an injured arm?
So when he tried to turn the tide by using a lose-lose strategy, DARK suddenly smiled sinisterly. He reached for his waist, and a cold, white, and chilling light appeared in his hand.
A flash of white light stunned Xingming, who stared blankly at his arm. Then he heard a thud as something fell to the ground. He looked down and saw a large, rough hand lying on the ground, its fingers still trembling. Blood was gushing out from the hand, forming a small stream on the ground.
"My hand—" Xingming cried out in horror as blood gushed from his severed wrist like a spray gun, the bright red blood almost splattering all over DARK's face.
However, his combat experience was so rich that he knew what the consequences would be the moment he drew his sword. Therefore, after drawing his sword, he immediately retreated and turned, while pulling Jiang Xinyue along to move, completely avoiding the area where blood would splatter. They were completely unharmed, without a drop of blood on them!
Jiang Xinyue bit her lip tightly, blood gushing out, but she didn't scream. She knew that if she screamed, Li Yang would be affected.
She didn't know how she managed to endure it and face the crisis so calmly.
"Don't be nervous, you'll be fine," DARK reassured Jiang Xinyue.
"But what about Li Yang?" Jiang Xinyue finally spoke, asking in a panic.
"This is a good opportunity for him to grow. That person's martial arts are not much better than his. I think he should be able to handle it!" DARK was relieved for Li Yang. Even at this moment, she disregarded her own safety and was still concerned about Li Yang.
As they looked over there, the two people there still did not make a move. They just stood there quietly, staring intently at each other. Their eyes shot out sharp light like swords, piercing each other without the slightest shift or relaxation.
However, the aura emanating from the two individuals was gradually rising and surging. A layer of fine goosebumps appeared on their skin, indicating that under the intense clash of their auras, their internal energy was restless and surging like a dragon, stirring up their power.
Their competition was even more dangerous than physical combat, like a contest of internal strength. If anyone couldn't hold on, their pores would open wide in an instant, and all their internal energy would burst out like white smoke from a steamer. At the same time, it meant that the person was almost crippled, their meridians were broken, their internal energy was completely lost, and their body was utterly ruined.
Chapter 635: Taking Advantage of His Illness to Kill Him
"Damn it! Luo Tian is indeed cunning. If it were a direct fight, Li Yang would still have a chance of winning, since he can use external factors. But in a contest of internal strength, Li Yang is already somewhat weaker than him. If it's a pure contest of strength, Li Yang has absolutely no chance of winning! We have to think of a way!" Cold sweat dripped down DARK's forehead. If something happened to Li Yang, he would have no face to go back to see the sect leader.
"I'll kill you..." With an arm gone and massive blood loss, he was practically a cripple. He leaped up from the ground like a zombie, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace, baring his fangs like a wounded jackal, and pounced on DARK.
"Get the hell out of here! You idiot!" DARK was furious and worried about Li Yang. Without even looking at Xing Ming, he slapped him away, sending him flying. He landed hard on the ground like a rag doll, groaning and writhing, blood pooling up again below him.
If he hadn't called an ambulance, he would have bled to death!
"Whoosh—"
Just now, due to his concern, DARK, whose mind had gone blank for a moment, was stunned by the criminal case. He immediately thought of a solution, raised his arm, and threw the throwing knife in his hand at Luo Tian. The throwing knife flashed with a cold light and went straight for Luo Tian's vital back.
"mean--"
Luo Tian roared. The usually taciturn Luo Tian finally erupted in rage, and his first words were full of profanity. This was because he had almost seen the dawn of victory, because he saw that Li Yang was about to be unable to contain the restless internal energy within him. Goosebumps rose on all his skin, and the internal energy writhing beneath his skin was like earthworms, frantically trying to break through his skin.
He, however, felt much more relaxed than Li Yang. But at this crucial moment, DARK's throwing knife surged forth, its killing intent palpable, aimed straight for his vital back.
If he were hit like this, his body would be crippled, all his internal energy would spray out from the wound, and he would be completely useless. Therefore, he had to stop attacking Li Yang, withdraw his momentum, and twist his body to dodge the flying knife.
However, while he was dodging the flying knife behind him, his attention was no longer on Li Yang. In his opinion, Li Yang was already at his limit, and even if he wasn't crippled, he was almost at the critical point. What offensive power did he have? Besides, the two were three meters apart. Although a master could cross that distance in one step, he would be able to sense Li Yang's attack.
Just as he was thinking this and easily dodging the flying knives behind him, Li Yang on the other side squinted and sneered. Suddenly, he reached for his waist and shot out a series of flying knives. The willow-leaf flying knives were as thin as willow leaves and as fast as lightning. They swept past a gust of wind and arrived in front of Luo Tian in a flash.
Moreover, it wasn't a small-scale, direct attack on Luo Tian's body, but rather a wide-ranging attack that blocked almost all of Luo Tian's escape routes and directions for dodging.
"you--"
Luo Tian was furious. He never expected that the two of them would be so despicable, resorting to throwing knives instead of attacking him directly. They actually used weapons to attack him.
Some say that even the most skilled martial artist is afraid of a kitchen knife! This illustrates the difference between having a weapon and not having one. No wonder Luo Tian was so furious; Li Yang's throwing knives and pistols were similar in function, serving as his essential self-defense weapon, which he never parted with.
"ah--"
Luo Tian roared, and his legs suddenly grew thicker, becoming twice as thick as before. The hard tile floor instantly caved in and cracked, and his feet sank into it. At the same time, his calves bent and his thighs straightened, and he sprang up from the ground as if he had stepped on a spring, jumping several meters high, far surpassing the so-called high jump in the Olympics.
He leaped high into the air, dodging all of Li Yang's throwing knives. This was because when Li Yang fired the knives, he only blocked his escape routes in all directions, not in the air.
It could be said that this was almost his only way out.
"Li Yang...you're courting death!" Luo Tianren swung his legs in the air as if walking on water and riding the wind, his expression cold and his eyes ferocious, determined to kill Li Yang.
But just as he reached his highest point in the air, Li Yang smiled. At the same time, a willow-leaf throwing knife reappeared in his hand. With a light flick of his arm, two strange sounds, "whoosh" and "swish," rang out, and the willow-leaf knife transformed into a white light, heading straight for Luo Tian's lower abdomen.
"Little Li's Flying Dagger never misses! When the dagger is thrown, even ghosts and gods tremble in fear!" Li Yang muttered to himself, indulging in self-admiration.
"How come you still have one?" Luo Tian was almost in tears. He thought he was very clever, jumping high to dodge Li Yang's supposedly brilliant throwing knife, and he was confident he could cripple Li Yang once he landed. But he never expected that Li Yang still had a throwing knife.
Holy crap... He just fired so many throwing knives, how come there are still more? Where is he hiding them? In his crotch?
Luo Tian thought maliciously to himself, while twisting his body to try to dodge Li Yang's almost certain kill. However, being in the air, he was not in control of his own body and had nowhere to catch up, so he could not move at all.
However, even if he imitates a diver and performs a somersault or twist, the throwing knife will still hit him.
"Pfft—"
Blood splattered and shot out, reaching several meters away.
"Ugh—" Luo Tian spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a thud like a kite with a broken string.
The flying knife pierced his body, and his pores, which were originally taut, could no longer hold. His body was no longer intact, like a bag that had been pierced with a hole. Naturally, the contents of that bag could no longer hold, especially magical substances like internal energy and blood.
But a Grandmaster is a Grandmaster. After landing, Luo Tian still managed to leap up with a somersault. His whole body was covered in blood, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, and a throwing knife, as thin as a willow leaf, was stuck in his chest. It was Li Yang's weapon, but he managed to block it by mobilizing his muscles. It was only an inch deep under the skin and was not a serious injury.
But in a battle between masters, a slight difference can lead to a huge loss. It was such a small wound that caused Luo Tian to lose all his advantages and all his plans to fall apart.
"Li Yang, you're ruthless! You're truly despicable and shameless!" Luo Tian cursed angrily.
"Is that so? Then I'll really show you how despicable I can be!" Li Yang sneered, seizing the opportunity to finish Luo Tian off. He took a step forward with his Bagua stance, his body moving like a phantom as he attacked Luo Tian.
"Hmph..."