Chapter 117: Unleashing 80% of My Strength

After staring for a long, long time, Master Jinghai, her hair tousled by the sea breeze, finally realized that the passionate man who once charged into the Demon Realm to wipe out an entire sect for her, the iron-willed warrior who had relentlessly hunted enemies for ten days and nights without sleep, slaughtering a whole clan merely because an adversary had insulted him—this man, who once held her close and vowed to love, cherish, and protect her for life, had completely transformed behind those dark sunglasses. He had become a stranger she could no longer fathom.

Those once tender eyes that had wrapped her in warmth and safety, eyes that had made her willing to forsake everything for him, were now shrouded in darkness behind those lenses. The fiery spirit that had burned within him, the same passionate heart that both he and Qin Xiaochuan had shared in pursuit of a noble ideal, had been extinguished in that irreparable accident long ago.

Brushing her wind-blown hair aside once more, Master Jinghai’s heart finally calmed. She looked steadily at Sikong Lang across from her and said calmly, “Yes, I have already passed it on to Qin Xiaochuan.”

Hearing this, Sikong Lang seemed to find the answer he sought. Gazing at the aged and weathered Master Jinghai before him, a wild and sinister smile crept across his face. “Excellent. You’re useless now.” He paused briefly, then as if reconsidering his words, he added, “No... not useless. I’ve simply lost all patience with you. I no longer wish to see you in your waning years.” Releasing the demonic aura within him, Sikong Lang tensed every muscle, readying himself for battle.

Watching Sikong Lang gather his strength, the familiar scene stirred memories in Master Jinghai’s mind—memories of the man she had long since given up on: "Still unchanged, your mind remains consumed by battle."

‘Will we keep fighting like this forever?’

‘These demons never seem to end. I fear that one day, we will grow old, lose our peak physical strength, and what if we encounter a demon stronger than us?’

‘If only time could stand still...’

‘I dread the day a stronger demon appears, when our bodies have aged. The thought chills me to the bone.’

‘Human bodies are truly inconvenient.’

‘Would you stay youthful with me forever? Then we could fight side by side eternally.’

...

Shaking off the involuntary images of Sikong Lang speaking to her from the recesses of her mind, Master Jinghai assumed a fighting stance herself. “I can no longer tolerate this either. I cannot bear to hold back—I will sell my soul if I must to seize the fleeting strength you possess.”

“Oh, really?” Sikong Lang, having fully recovered his strength, stepped forward with a faint curl at the corner of his mouth. Fixing his gaze on the battle-ready Master Jinghai, he seemed to have cast aside all restraint, baring his teeth in a sinister grin. “Then it’s a fight to the death, isn’t it, little junior sister, Master Jinghai?”

As Sikong Lang charged forward, Master Jinghai knew well that her remaining spiritual energy was only enough for three spirit orbs—and she had to give her all with each one, no reserves. Her senior brother was gone; the man before her was now a demon intent on ending her life. Without resolute determination, she might truly be killed...

“Hmm? Xiaochuan, you’re awake?” Seeing Qin Xiaochuan suddenly sit up in bed, Zhang Yang hurried to his side with concern. “What’s wrong? You look terrible.”

“Sikong Lang is fighting!”

“Huh? Oh, right, the semi-finals should be underway this afternoon.” Thinking Qin Xiaochuan was asking about the scheduled match, Zhang Yang replied quickly. But Qin Xiaochuan ignored him, threw off his covers, leapt out of bed, and dashed toward the door.

“Hey, hey, Xiaochuan, where are you going?”

By the time Zhang Yang chased downstairs, Qin Xiaochuan had become a tiny dot vanishing at the end of the road. Watching his speed, Zhang Yang’s mouth twitched. “Too... too fast! This kid’s gotten stronger again...”

After shooting a spirit orb at Sikong Lang’s chest, Sikong Lang dodged to the side. His two fingers, originally aimed to pierce Master Jinghai’s heart, grazed her shoulder instead, ripping away a bloodied scrap of cloth and a piece of flesh. Sikong Lang seemed resolute in his intent to kill the junior sister he once loved dearly. What differing ideals had driven them to this tragic confrontation?

The spirit orb rebounded sharply, pushing Master Jinghai backward. Grasped by Sikong Lang’s hooked finger, she was dragged across the ground, leaving a watery smear. She planted her fingers firmly, halting her fall. Sikong Lang’s ruthless attack was meant to kill; he truly wanted her gone. Looking up at his twisted, malevolent smile, she felt a chill.

Just barely, Master Jinghai calculated her remaining spiritual energy. Though the orb hadn’t pierced his chest as she’d hoped, it had blown a large hole in Sikong Lang’s left arm, leaving only a few muscles connecting the nearly severed limb. ‘Two orbs left!’ She wasn’t satisfied with this outcome.

“Clack.”

Sikong Lang dropped the bloodied flesh and cloth onto the ground. “I wanted to rip out your heart, but you timed it well—just as I struck, you fired.” He approached the crouching Master Jinghai. At the severed arm, muscle tissue sprouted like granulation tissue, knitting the arm back together from above and below. “Using 45% of my strength to fight you was a disservice. Now, let me show you 80%!”

“What? His arm...” Master Jinghai’s heart sank watching the severed limb heal before her eyes. His muscles could regenerate? She had thought disabling his arm might give her the edge, but hearing him admit he had only used half his power was disheartening. Her wish to bring him down with her seemed impossible now. Watching Sikong Lang unleash his terrifying demonic power, despair welled up inside her. There was truly no way to defeat him.

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