chsdbacks Chapter 37 As expected of the Sword Douluo renowned throughout the continent.
Chapter 37 As expected of the Sword Douluo renowned throughout the continent.
Chapter 37 As expected of the Sword Douluo renowned throughout the continent.
Yang Jian looked at Chen Xin and suddenly smiled.
His smile was cold.
"I only said I was giving you a chance to live, but I didn't say I would definitely let you go."
Chen Xin and Gu Rong's expressions changed simultaneously.
"You!" Gu Rong struggled to stand up, but the excruciating pain in his broken leg caused him to fall back down. He glared at Yang Jian through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with anger and despair.
"mean!"
"Despicable?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow. "You two, one level 95 and the other level 96, teamed up to kill a twelve-year-old child like me, and that's not despicable?"
The ancient banyan tree was speechless.
Chen Xin's face was ashen, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger.
He knew that today was probably a very bad day.
He took a deep breath, ready to fight with all his might.
Even if they can't beat Yang Jian, they should at least drag Yue Guan down with them.
Yang Jian noticed the changes in his expression.
Suddenly, the conversation shifted.
"but----"
Chenxin and Gurong raised their heads at the same time.
"You've done me a favor," Yang Jian said, a slight smile playing on his lips. "How about this, I'll let one of you go."
"But you can decide for yourselves who it is."
"Whether you want to survive or let the other person survive is entirely up to you."
Chen Xin and Gu Rong were stunned.
Yang Jian held up one finger: "By the way, don't think about fighting to the death, otherwise, both of you will die here today. I'm not joking, remember that."
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, their expressions shifting from despair to hesitation, but ultimately replaced by determination.
They looked at each other, a struggle flashing in their eyes.
They are all afraid of death, which is understandable, but if their survival requires the sacrifice of another's life—
Yang Jian watched this scene, and the smile on his lips deepened.
He turned and walked toward the carriage, leaving without looking back with a single sentence.
"I will only give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
"If we haven't reached an agreement by then, then nobody needs to leave."
Yang Jian leaned quietly against the carriage, her eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to the fate of these two Title Douluos.
Chenxin and Gurong looked at each other.
They have been friends for decades, risking their lives together since they were young, serving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School together, and crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood together.
They are comrades-in-arms, brothers, and the people they trust most.
But now they have to choose one to die.
fear.
The fear of life and death.
Just then, Yang Jian's voice suddenly rang out again, slowly and casually: "It's human nature to be afraid of death, you don't need to feel embarrassed."
Both Chen Xin and the ancient banyan tree paused in their breathing at the same time.
"I've changed my mind now."
Yang Jian opened his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Whoever says 'let the other die' first will live."
"If none of you speak, you will all die."
Chen Xin and Gu Rong's expressions changed again.
"Then let me die first—"
"Then let me die first—"
They almost unconsciously blurted out the same sentence.
The moment the words left their mouths, both of them froze.
They stared at each other, their expressions shifting from shock to disbelief. They never imagined that the other would be willing to die for them.
"I said it first!" Gu Rong was the first to react, his voice hoarse and urgent. "I said it first: if I die, you release Old Bones, and I die!"
"Bullshit!" Chen Xin's face flushed crimson. "I was the one who spoke first, so I have to die!"
"Don't argue with me here, old swordsman. You're more useful than me for surviving. My cultivation is inferior to yours, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School needs you more!"
"Old bones—"
The two level 95 titled Douluo were arguing like ordinary civilians.
Yang Jian watched this scene and sneered.
"I've changed my mind again."
The argument stopped abruptly.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong looked at him at the same time, their eyes filled with fear and anger.
Yang Jian raised a finger, his voice eerily calm: "Now, I think it's better if whoever wants to live has to kill the other."
"Otherwise, I will kill you all."
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Chen Xin's pupils suddenly contracted.
The ancient banyan tree's breathing became heavy.
"You!" Gu Rong gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with excruciating pain from his broken leg. "You've been playing us! You never intended to let us go!"
"You've been playing us for a fool from the very beginning!"
Chen Xin's eyes also turned cold, and he placed his palm on the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword.
Yang Jian remained unmoved and indifferent.
He was just messing with Chen Xin and Gu Rong, but so what? If he wasn't strong enough to win, he would have died at their hands today.
He started counting down.
"three."
Chen Xin's hands were trembling.
He looked at the banyan tree, and the banyan tree looked back at him.
Are brothers of several decades really going to come to this?
"two.
"6
A resolute glint flashed in Gu Rong's eyes.
Seeing the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand, he gritted his teeth and charged forward.
"—".
""
"puff--!"
The sound of the sword piercing the body was clear and piercing.
Chen Xin stared wide-eyed at Gu Rong, whose chest had been pierced by his own Seven Kill Sword.
The Seven Kill Sword pierced through Gu Rong's chest, penetrating his heart, with the tip protruding from his back, dripping blood.
Gu Rong slowly raised her head and saw Chen Xin's pale face.
"You—protect Rongrong—protect her—"
Gu Rong's lips trembled, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.
His condition was already extremely poor.
This sword strike completely extinguished all his chances of survival.
He wanted to say something, but his body was already losing strength, and the light in his eyes was gradually fading.
He stared intently at Chen Xin, his eyes wide open, his lips moving silently, but the words he wanted to say would never come out.
"Bang."
The ancient banyan tree fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
he died.
Chen Xin stood there, staring at Gu Rong's wide eyes, feeling as if all her energy had been drained away.
His hands were still trembling, and drops of blood from the Seven Kill Sword fell to the ground with a soft sound.
Brothers for decades.
Today, in order to save his life, Gu Rong ended his own.
Chen Xin's eyes became unfocused, and countless images flashed through her mind.
We drank together, fought together, and talked about the future under the moonlight when we were young.
Those images flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern, then shattered, vanished, and could never be pieced back together.
"Clap clap clap".
applause.
Yang Jian clapped his hands, a smile of appreciation on his face, as if he were watching a wonderful performance.
"Well done." His voice was sincere and appreciative, without a trace of sarcasm. "No wonder you are the Sword Douluo who is famous throughout the continent."
"I'm a man of my word, you survived."
Chen Xin raised his head and looked at the twelve-year-old boy, his eyes filled with bloodshot.
He didn't know what to say.
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