Ch 352: The End Of Life And Death

Zhang Shang’s blade differed greatly from ordinary tools; the blade was rhomboid, exceptionally sharp, and the iron material at the blade’s edge was truly remarkable, yet the others knew nothing of this.

In contrast, his opponent, the burly strong man, now seemed somewhat embarrassed.

Due to the rules’ limitations, he could not utilize his favored Cultivation Technique and Special Ability.

Thus, Zhang Shang clearly held the upper hand in this duel.

He saw him wield the blade in his hand without hesitation, directly hacking towards the strong man.

Facing this fierce Offensive, the strong man dared not be negligent, retreating repeatedly, attempting to avoid the fatal blow.

However, Zhang Shang’s Attack was relentless like a storm, giving the strong man no chance to breathe.

He saw him quickly adjust his posture, a Flying Kick like lightning kicking towards Zhang Shang.

But Zhang Shang’s reaction speed was extremely fast; he instantly sidestepped, easily dodging the kick. Immediately afterward, he swung his blade, Blade Light flashing, pressing towards the strong man.

Seeing this, the strong man hurriedly sidestepped, but just as he thought he had successfully avoided the blade, Zhang Shang suddenly unleashed a Whip Leg, kicking at him like a gale.

This kick was incredibly powerful; the strong man was caught off guard and kicked away.

“No, I’ll definitely lose like this,” the strong man mused inwardly, “I can’t use the Void Extremity Technique now; I can only find a way to take his blade first.”

His mind made up, the strong man immediately charged at Zhang Shang like a hungry tiger, attempting to seize the blade from his hand when he was off guard.

Seeing this, Zhang Shang’s lips curled into a slight smile.

He quickly changed his grip on the blade, reversing the hilt; this made it extremely difficult for the opponent to seize the blade.

“This guy can hear what I’m thinking?” The strong man was suspicious, but he had no time to think; Zhang Shang was already closing in.

In a flash, Zhang Shang raised his hand and dropped the blade, a blade like lightning thrusting toward the strong man.

The strong man dodged sideways, but the instant he avoided the blade, Zhang Shang flicked his wrist, the blade turning sharply, slashing horizontally at the strong man.

This change of tactics was incredibly fast; the strong man couldn’t react, only feeling a flash of Cold Light before Intense Pain shot through his arm.

He looked closely and saw that his arm had been deeply Wounded by Zhang Shang’s blade; Blood immediately gushed forth.

The strong man looked at the Wound, his eyes instantly turning red, filled with intense Anger. “You brat, don’t be arrogant!”

He didn’t want to care about the Rules, but the problem was that the Rules forcibly Suppressed his Ability; even if he wanted to quit, he couldn’t.

While the strong man was angry and helpless, Zhang Shang gave him no chance to breathe, attacking again with his blade.

The Blade, carrying a fierce wind, cut through the air towards the strong man’s throat.

The strong man instinctively leaned back to dodge, but Zhang Shang kicked him in the back.

Gritting his teeth, enduring the Intense Pain in his arm, he pushed off with his legs and lunged at Zhang Shang, attempting to suppress Zhang Shang with his Burly frame.

Zhang Shang nimbly dodged, simultaneously drawing an arc with his blade in the air, once again cutting the strong man’s clothing.

Zhang Shang took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the strong man before him, silently making up his mind to quickly resolve the battle. He suddenly and without warning raised his fist and smashed it into his own eyes!

In an instant, intense pain struck; Blood immediately welled up in Zhang Shang’s eyes, flowing down his cheeks. He endured the Intense Pain, quickly wiping away the Blood and tears from the corner of his eyes, then without hesitation, smeared the Liquid mixed with blood onto his blade.

The Blade was stained with this strange Liquid and seemed to be imbued with some Mysterious Power. Zhang Shang closed his eyes, muttering an Incantation: “Morning hears the Dao, evening hears, death rebirth, omniscience, lifetime long, second push loss, blood breaks ten thousand solutions!”

As his Incantation sounded, the Space around them seemed to tremble slightly. Suddenly, countless figures of Zhang Shang and the strong man appeared from all directions like phantoms, surrounding the strong man.

However, surprisingly, everyone’s eyes were focused on the strong man.

Faced with these sudden numerous opponents and himself, the strong man felt as if his head was going to explode; he was completely at a loss.

As he was astonished, Zhang Shang’s Finger suddenly pointed forward, and those phantom-like Zhang Shangs and strong men charged at the strong man like hungry tigers. The strong man had no time to react before he was overwhelmed by this group of frenzied figures.

In a short moment, the strong man’s screams ceased. When everyone looked again, the strong man was lying on the ground, covered in Blood, clearly dead.

The moment the strong man died, the numerous Zhang Shangs and strong men who had suddenly appeared dissipated like Smoke, leaving only Zhang Shang, drenched in sweat, pale as paper, as if he had just experienced a Life and Death battle.

The others rushed forward to support Zhang Shang, concernedly asking about his condition. Zhang Shang slowly sat down, letting out a long sigh of relief.

This thrilling battle, although costing Zhang Shang a great Price, resulted in a comforting outcome—not a single person died in the Life and Death team of three. This undoubtedly brought a glimmer of comfort and Hope to the remaining eleven.

With the end of the final “Life and Death” round, this cruel Game finally came to a close.

In this round, eight people unfortunately lost their Lives; of the original one hundred and forty-four people, eighty-eight remained after the “Truth and Lies” Test; now, after this “Life and Death” round, only sixty-five remained.

As everyone was still immersed in the lingering fear of this life-or-death struggle, the Mysterious Voice sounded again: “Life and Death is over. The next Test will begin in an Hour. Please be prepared.”

However, a shout suddenly came from the crowd: “How many more Tests are there?!”

This shout seemed to express everyone’s feelings; everyone was filled with Fear and confusion about the upcoming tests.

Unexpectedly, this time, the Voice did not disappear suddenly as before, but after a moment of silence, it slowly replied: “Five in total. You have completed two; three remain.”

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, causing everyone present to feel a wave of despair.

Five Tests, meaning they had to endure three more life-or-death ordeals. In the first two alone, one hundred and forty-four people had been reduced to sixty-five. Such a huge loss made people instinctively fear the upcoming Tests.

If all five Tests were completed, how many people would survive? How many would ultimately live to leave this terrible Place?