As the sword reached mid-air, it suddenly transformed into a cascade of silver light that gradually arced and exploded like a firework, its brilliant blossoms enveloping Jun Wuyi's body.

Xiao Han's move was truly a dazzling spectacle, designed to confuse the enemy's eyes and attack where defense was impossible!

To put it plainly, it was an attack executed entirely in circles! Each substantial thrust was aimed directly at Jun Wuyi's back!

To be even more direct, the brat was purely bullying an opponent by leveraging his superior mobility!

How could a person be so utterly shameless? Truly, when arrogance reaches its nadir, it becomes an invincible force! Xiao Han's despicable tactics were undeniable proof of this!

But no matter how shameless Xiao Han's approach was, Jun Wuyi's situation had become precarious under the assault of these underhanded maneuvers! He looked rather ragged!

Upon seeing Xiao Han fight this way, many spectators immediately frowned in disapproval; this included the Seven Swordsmen of Silver City!

"What is the meaning of this? The man is clearly suffering from leg impairment, so why is he engaging in this evasive combat? Does he have any sense of honor left? Where does such conduct place Silver City?" demanded the third of the Seven Swordsmen of Silver City, his brow furrowed in deep dissatisfaction.

Though Jun Wuyi's lower limbs were crippled, he was not entirely useless. Indeed, over the past decade, he had focused solely on cultivating his Profound Qi, achieving startling progress, now reaching the mid-stage of Heavenly Profound. His cultivation was indeed superior to Xiao Han's, and his sword was a divine artifact surpassing even the Profound Jade Sword. Comparing the two, while Xiao Han's approach might not be honorable, it was certainly the most advantageous and correct strategy. To discard his own strengths and engage in a head-on clash would be suicide, wouldn't it?

The Sixth Elder stated coldly, "In a life-or-death struggle against a sworn enemy, one must use every means available. What room is there for discussing honor at a moment like this?"

Although Xiao Han's fighting style was utterly base and vile, the two were engaged in a genuine, life-or-death duel, which was, in its own way, dazzling and utterly gripping. Consequently, whether from the Silver City contingent or the Grand Army of Tianxiang, nearly everyone was watching the battle with complete focus.

Yet, 'nearly everyone' does not mean 'absolutely everyone.' For example,

Off to one side, the little princess of Silver City, Han Yanmeng, pouted, leaning against Mu Xuetong, looking utterly wronged. Faced with such a momentous battle, she lacked even the slightest interest in watching.

Mu Xuetong, whose expression was already displeased and who worried deeply for Jun Wuyi, let her eyes dart around. She leaned close to Han Yanmeng's ear and whispered, "Girl, why are you upset? If you aren't agreeing to this marriage, this is the perfect opportunity! You little fool."

Han Yanmeng's delicate body trembled, her eyes lit up, and her face brightened. With a resounding "Wahaha!" she jumped up, grabbed Mu Xuetong's arm, and shook it back and forth, an excitement too great for words bubbling within her.

Jun Wuyi suffered from a chronic ailment that severely limited his mobility, while Xiao Han pressed his advantage mercilessly, establishing an almost overwhelming dominance in the arena. If not for Jun Wuyi's far superior internal power and his apprehension regarding the divine artifact in his hands, Xiao Han would have already struck a killing blow. Even so, once this advantage solidified into victory, everything would be settled.

The people from Silver City watched Xiao Han, who was currently dominating the fight, their expressions complex and strange—it was impossible to tell if they felt excitement or disappointment, joy or sorrow.

The young woman in white finally tore her gaze away from Jun Moxie and turned toward the battleground.

One glance!

She looked for only a single moment!

She sighed lightly and murmured, "That Xiao from Snowwind Silver City is finished."

Snake King Qianxun frowned and inquired, "I also felt there was something subtly strange about this fight, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Jun Wuyi's strength clearly surpasses that of the man named Xiao, but his leg..."

The young woman in white whispered, "Jun Wuyi's legs must be healed. His lameness is a pretense! The disadvantage he currently faces was orchestrated entirely by him from the very beginning."

Truthfully, in terms of Profound Qi cultivation and weaponry, Jun Wuyi held the advantage over both of them. However, Jun Wuyi had indeed been crippled for many years prior, meaning his martial techniques would be relatively rusty. The martial arts lineage of the Ice and Snow Silver City sect were quite formidable, far beyond what Jun Wuyi could match. This was the only area where Jun Wuyi was inferior to the man called Xiao. If Jun Wuyi wished to win, it would not be difficult; he would only need to use a heavy technique to knock his opponent's sword flying, and the match would be decided.

But Jun Wuyi’s true intention seemed to be ending his opponent's life. The actual gap in their strength was minimal. Moreover, numerous high-level masters from Silver City were observing nearby. If Jun Wuyi could not kill the man named Xiao instantly, he would inevitably be stopped by the Silver City contingent. This is why he set up this entire scenario: one purpose was to exhaust the opponent's Profound Qi as much as possible, and the other was to engineer a fatal, one-strike opportunity. Once this chance was created, he would not allow the man named Xiao to live, nor would he permit anyone to interfere!

"So that's it!" The green-robed girl, the Snake King, suddenly understood.

A sword cry, sharp enough to tear the air, pierced the atmosphere. Xiao Han's long hair whipped wildly around him, his face a mask of savage exhilaration. After this period of warm-up and buildup, Xiao Han's state had peaked! His lifetime of accumulated power converged into his treasured sword; the killing move was ready at his fingertips!

Cold Wind Flying Snow Ruthless Sword!

The temperature in the arena seemed to drop suddenly, as if the bone-chilling gales of deep winter were howling to life.

"Jun Wuyi, you are finished! What does it matter if your Profound Qi is higher than mine? You are nothing but a cripple! Until death, you remain just a cripple! Hahahaha!" Xiao Han roared maniacally.

As his laughter echoed, the icy chill in the air manifested as six-sided snowflakes, shimmering silver and drifting down like a dream. In an instant, from the heavens to the earth, everything seemed saturated with these deathly sword-light snowflakes, pouring down madly toward the seated form of Jun Wuyi!

Jun Wuyi sat on the ground, utterly unable to evade!

Feng Buyu let out a long sigh, hesitation clouding his mind: should he step forward to intervene, or let nature take its course?

Not far away, watching the fight, Ying Bokuang and Jun Moxie suddenly exhibited identical, strange smiles—a smile of mockery, a smile of dark satisfaction. But at this moment, no one whose attention was entirely fixed on the combatants noticed.

At this moment, Xiao Han was filled with the intoxicating joy of finally avenging his great hatred. A long-held wish was finally realized today! Today, I have finally washed away my shame with blood! Yao'er, what does it matter if you were steadfast? The man you loved has died by my sword!

Even if I cannot have you, no one else will possess you!

Xiao Han's face twisted in maniacal fury as he swung his sword with all his might, driving the fatal strike toward Jun Wuyi!

Jun Wuyi appeared to have no recourse either. After tracing a circle with his sword, with a sharp clang, it was knocked soaring into the air! Xiao Han laughed triumphantly, showing no slackening, and thrust his sword straight ahead!

Suddenly, Jun Wuyi’s perpetually calm face broke into a smile—a smile of immense pleasure and smugness! He even winked at Xiao Han, making a face that no one could have predicted the Blood-Robed General would ever make!

In that instant, almost everyone gasped simultaneously!

It was not the Blood-Robed General’s grimace that stunned them, but the scene itself—it was too bizarre, too unbelievable!

Because at that moment...

Jun Wuyi suddenly sprang into the air, regaining full, upright posture, his movements exceptionally nimble and vigorous. Just as the sword strike neared his body, Jun Wuyi executed a motion so ridiculously simple: he kicked Xiao Han savagely right in the abdomen!

Xiao Han had struck with the intention of being ruthless, final, and venomous, focusing all his energy on Jun Wuyi’s upper body. Consequently, he had entirely neglected his lower half! Why would anyone worry about a kick from a man whose legs were crippled? That would be the act of a fool!

Especially after Jun Wuyi’s sword was disarmed, Xiao Han had completely relaxed his guard, even largely dropping his vigilance over his upper body, poised to assume the victor's stance, completely submerged in the fantasy of utterly dominating, tormenting, and playing with his foe, just as before—thinking, You, Jun Wuyi, will always be beneath my heel. Whatever means I use are justified as long as I win, allowing me to debase, toy with, and abuse you at will!

But Xiao Han never dreamed that the cripple opposite him would suddenly deliver such a kick! And such a heavy one at that!

Why would Jun Wuyi kick me? Isn't he disabled? How can a man with crippled legs strike with his foot? And strike me?

The kick landed with brutal solidity—incredibly solid. Xiao Han’s body was violently launched backward, flying away like a snapped kite string.

The sword light, which had yet to reach its target, scattered completely as Xiao Han himself was kicked away. Blood sputtered from Xiao Han’s mouth and nose.

But his eyes remained fixed in utter disbelief; his mouth hung open in shock, unable to close! How? He has been crippled for over ten years! How could he kick me?

What...?

Even upon landing, Xiao Han could not break free from the conflicting torrent of anger, confusion, and astonishment.

Jun Wuyi granted him no respite. With a long cry, his body shot forward like an arrow, swiftly catching up to Xiao Han’s retreating form. He delivered another fierce kick to Xiao Han's chest. Xiao Han roared in pain, and a rib immediately cracked with a "kacha." His eyes were filled with chaotic panic, and the rare, exquisite Silver City sword slipped from his grasp, lost somewhere unknown...

But Jun Wuyi wouldn't give him time to recover. The Third Master’s fists hammered down onto Xiao Han's temples. As his fists connected with the heat of Xiao Han’s face, Jun Wuyi’s eyes instantly flared crimson!

Is this the exhilarating feeling of personal revenge, fist striking flesh?

Ten years of hatred! Ten years of resentment! Ten years of separation by life and death! Ten years of suppressed grief and indignation! Ten years of wandering apart! Ten years of crippled existence!

"Ah!" Jun Wuyi roared madly toward the sky, his blows raining down in a frenzy, yet tears of guilt streamed down his face!

Elder Brother, Elder Sister-in-law! I have avenged you!

Second Brother! Your little brother misses you!

My two nephews, do you see? Do you see this?

Yao'er! My Yao'er!

The vile wretch before me is the root cause of everything! Jun Wuyi wept as he roared silently, delivering one final, crushing punch directly into Xiao Han's Dantian. A series of crackling sounds erupted, and a wisp of cold air dissipated—Xiao Han’s Dantian was shattered.

Xiao Han’s body shot away with a whoosh. At this moment, he seemed utterly immune to the physical pain. His eyes, wide with terror and incomprehension, remained fixed in shock, sputtering a sequence of gasps in mid-air: "Impossible! This is impossible! How? This cannot be! It's not real! It's not real..."

Jun Wuyi did not allow him a moment to breathe and instantly closed the distance again!

A rapid, violent flurry of thump-thump-thump sounds followed; flesh and blood scattered!

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