Chapter 105: A Hundred Years of Solitude
Speaking of which, with such a commotion here, there should be some movement in the town!
There should be many True Realm experts coming to watch.
Shi Feizhe looked towards the town and saw a faint light from afar. It seemed like a True Realm expert had activated their True Martial Divine Image. Something must have happened.
Recalling what the old man had just said, he had never made an agreement with Hua Chonglang to duel on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.
Therefore… the seventh day of the seventh lunar month was a conspiracy!
But who was it targeting?
I wonder how Brother Shan is doing!
On one hand, there’s a duel between the world’s top martial artists, and on the other hand, there’s a good friend in the Jianghu.
Which is more important?
Which is heavier?
Of course… friends are more important.
Knowing the outcome of the duel is enough. Whether Hua Chonglang or Yuan Jiuzhong wins, it doesn’t matter much to him.
If Yuan Jiuzhong wins, the invincible remains invincible.
If Hua Chonglang wins, well, they’re not close!
But if a friend is gone, they’re truly gone!
Another “boom!” resounded as the two clashed again, shaking the earth. Shi Feizhe, who initially found it absurd, now calmly watched as ice and heat intertwined. The entire desert seemed to be flooded, like a vast ocean.
So this is how the floods in the mountains came to be!
Such incredible power, how great it would be to use it for farming!
This was Shi Feizhe’s most profound feeling as he witnessed this disaster-like battlefield.
Martial artists at this level are truly exaggerated!
At this moment, he saw the strange man from before drifting along with the water.
He went there so quickly, now he’s lying down on his way back. I thought he was an expert, but he turned out to be a weakling!
Why bother?
Shi Feizhe broke through the ice, utilizing the cold air from the air and the great river to create a small igloo floating on the river. Then he pulled the man up.
The man was covered in blood, seemingly severely injured. He lay on the ice, and the ice beneath him quickly turned red.
“Friend, hold on. We’ll be safe soon as we follow the river!” Shi Feizhe said to him as he laid him on the ice.
“My name is Kan Bujian,” the man with glasses said, spitting blood as he lay on the ice. “So this is what the peak of martial arts looks like.”
“So this is what the peak of martial arts is like…”
“It’s truly worth it…”
After saying that, he fell silent.
Shi Feizhe looked at the man, a nameless person who had come to witness the peak of martial arts, and sighed in his heart.
There are too many people like him in the Jianghu, like frogs in a well, wanting to jump out but with no way to do so.
They can only keep jumping, jumping!
In the end, they die in mid-air or are driven mad by the glimpse of the sky from within the well.
There’s a path to the heavens, but it doesn’t belong to me!
Shi Feizhe understood this feeling all too well!
Amidst the booming sounds, Hua Chonglang grew stronger as he fought. He had become familiar with this realm and even more familiar with this style of fighting where will guided power.
His fists and strength had already surpassed Yuan Jiuzhong’s, and his blows landed on Yuan Jiuzhong’s body, even injuring him.
Naturally, he was covered in wounds himself!
But he no longer cared about his injuries. There was only one thought in his mind: to kill Yuan Jiuzhong!
Kill him!
Kill him!
“Good! Good! Good! This is exhilarating!” The injured Yuan Jiuzhong couldn’t feel the pain at all. He only felt exhilarated.
It was the feeling of blood boiling, of battle intent surging, of the thrill of combat!
He never thought that before his death, he would have such a hearty battle!
A hundred years!
A full hundred years!
Ever since he had become invincible in the Central Plains a hundred years ago, he had never encountered a worthy opponent!
All his opponents couldn’t even withstand a single move from him!
For a martial artist like him, who loved to fight and challenge the strong, fate had given him the greatest punishment!
That was having no opponent!
He had been lonely for a whole hundred years, with no decent battle to make his blood boil.
Who would have thought that before his death, he would have such an opponent.
He only felt joy!
Thinking about it this way, I can consider my death a happy one!
“Hahaha… Take another punch from me! I’ll die without regrets!” Yuan Jiuzhong wanted to fight more, but his time was running out.
It’s a pity that Hua Chonglang wasn’t born a hundred years earlier!
This punch was his last, the final glimmer of his life, the summation of his entire existence.
He had spent his whole life walking his own path, doing what he wanted to do.
But the Jianghu, for him, was mostly boring and lonely, so this last punch of his life was ironically cold.
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During these hundred years, people asked him why he didn’t unify the martial world, why he didn’t kill or rape, why he didn’t do this or that?
Those fools were only thinking about using power to do what they wanted, not about pursuing the peak of power.
He couldn’t understand others, and others couldn’t understand him.
Being able to do anything meant that nothing could pique his interest or bring him joy anymore.
A hundred years of loneliness and solitude, no one understood.
He was like an exile on the highest peak of the Jianghu, where the air was thin and cold, and he was all alone.
The Jianghu truly held no meaning for him!
It would be good to end it like this, to die in battle without regrets!
After throwing this punch, his consciousness began to slowly fade…
On the other hand, Hua Chonglang’s punch was incredibly warm and gentle, a warmth that could shine upon one’s heart. But after accepting this warmth, one would feel an extreme coldness.
Without warmth, where would coldness come from?
Hope is the cruelest form of despair, warmth is the coldest form of ice!
This was Hua Chonglang’s ultimate punch.
It was also a punch where he burned his life, gambled his life, and broke through his limits!
If he couldn’t do what he wanted to do, life would be meaningless!
If he couldn’t kill the opponent before him, what was the point of living longer?
If he couldn’t stake everything to defeat the person in front of him, then what was the point of practicing martial arts? Was it just to take revenge on the vile people within the Demon Sect?
He had to win!
He had to prevail!
He had to kill Yuan Jiuzhong!
“Die! Die!”
The collision of lonely coldness and cruel coldness transformed this desert, or swamp, or whatever messy terrain it was, into a world of ice and snow.
Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the glacier beneath their feet continued to rise, like an ice peak piercing the heavens.
Yuan Jiuzhong’s punch, carrying a hundred years of loneliness, shattered Hua Chonglang’s warm yet icy fist with unstoppable force.
Because loneliness can drive people mad, loneliness carries power.
A hundred years of solitude, incomprehensible to anyone, naturally possessed terrifying power!
With a “crack,” it shattered Hua Chonglang’s fist and struck his chest, leaving him severely injured!
Hua Chonglang knew he had lost. He had used all his strength, but he still couldn’t kill Yuan Jiuzhong.
Ultimately… what a pity…
In his current state, he no longer had the strength to fight or recover.
As long as Yuan Jiuzhong exerted a little more force, he would die!
To be killed by the invincible Yuan Jiuzhong could also bring a perfect end to his life!
He lost convincingly, defeated wholeheartedly!
He was worthy of being the invincible Yuan Jiuzhong!
But the punch stopped. The invincible fist had already reached his chest, just a little bit more, and it could end his life.
But the fist stopped!
Although Yuan Jiuzhong stood like an iron tower, reaching for the heavens, his eyes were devoid of life.
He was dead!
Cause of death: natural causes!
In the end, no one fulfilled his wish, no one killed him.
He remained the lonely, invincible Yuan Jiuzhong!
The invincible can only be defeated by time and themselves, not by others!
But this outcome was unacceptable to Hua Chonglang!
He reached out with his broken hand, grabbed Yuan Jiuzhong, and shook him desperately, shouting in anger, “Don’t die! Don’t die! Kill me before you die!”
“What am I supposed to do after you’re gone?”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Who will kill me? Who will end my life?”
“Who?!”
At this moment, he understood Yuan Jiuzhong, he became Yuan Jiuzhong!
The number one expert in the world is so bored that he can only go home and wait for death, just like a lonely old man.
