High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 170 - 118: Chen Kuang Is Dead (Triple - )
"He... he actually took a punch from the Martial Saint?!"
Among the onlookers who were originally calm and composed as they watched, many suddenly jumped up!
As for the rest, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to jump, but they were already frozen in place.
The old man in the purple robe widened his eyes, and his figure, which was about to leave, suddenly froze, feeling as if he were dreaming.
He hesitantly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, inevitably suspecting that his old eyes were deceiving him...
Yet Chen Kuang still stood lively in the middle of the waters, while the Martial Saint opposite him was like a sprinkler, spraying blood all around.
"Uh..." the old man in purple robe twitched the corner of his mouth, holding back a trace of laughter.
But inside, he felt a dread he hadn’t experienced in years.
A punch from the Martial Saint!
How many in the world today could take that?!
Even in the Profound Profound Realm, who would truly dare to take it?!
Though it was merely a borrowed body, the courage to step forward was already monumental!
Moreover, Chen Kuang managed to remain unscathed and even injured the Martial Saint.
To speak of it, it was as unbelievable as an ant tripping an elephant; regardless of whether Chen Kuang lives or dies today, the world will forever remember he took the Martial Saint’s punch.
And... this time, the Martial Saint really acted unscrupulously.
Others might not see it, but the old man in purple robe knew that the borrowed body of the Martial Saint was on the verge of collapse from trying to exert its maximum power.
Whether the owner of this body agreed or not, it shouldn’t be used this way.
After this battle, the body would be irreparable, impossible to cultivate further.
Whatever the Martial Saint Pavilion promised him... was nothing more than empty talk.
The person might have had some talent before, possibly ranking among the younger generation, but now there’s no chance at all...
"Alas."
The old man in purple robe returned to the top of the stone peak, took down the jade flute from his waist, and fondly stroked it a few times.
His gaze was heavy, murmuring, "Let it be, do one’s best and listen to destiny."
...
Lin Er You stared dazedly at the chessboard before him.
The game had reached its end.
The black pieces had fallen into a desperate situation.
A moment ago, Lin Er You even harbored a misconception, thinking he could turn the game around.
He had been making strategic moves, seemingly reversing his disadvantage, but in the end, he realized that nothing had really changed.
Even though Lin Er You tried his best to reverse the situation, he still felt he was facing a huge net, no matter where he moved, he would ultimately be blocked. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Zhang Zhizhou smiled and said, "So? Have you found a solution?"
He shook his head again, "This game was doomed to be so, my junior brother, don’t you believe it? No matter what, it’s already a dead end, why not concede and let’s leave together."
He glanced sideways at the distance, mumbled, "Can’t let them run again... This time, I must stop them."
Lin Er You was silent for a while, not speaking, just placing another piece.
Zhang Zhizhou shook his head, "Fine, then I’ll accompany you to the end."
He glanced at Lin Er You’s face, advising, "On the path of cultivation, long-lasting friends are rare; the blossoms fall, the spring departs, and autumn arrives, all just fleeting moments in life. You’re still young, but I’ve been there."
"Sometimes, it’s okay to think that the death of one is fine — out with the old, in with the new!"
This senior brother still speaks so wildly...
Lin Er You couldn’t help but smile in tears, but he knew Zhang Zhizhou was trying to comfort him.
But what he was thinking about was something else entirely.
It was undeniable that Chen Kuang was no match for "Mu Zhao."
There would be no miracles this time, Chen Kuang’s Dao Realm had shattered, and the only chance he had to contend with the Saint was gone.
Even though Chen Kuang created many incredible records, in a game against a Saint, he didn’t even have the qualification to sit opposite the board.
Because... "Mu Zhao" hadn’t even unfolded his own "Dao Realm."
Yes, with merely a punch, "Mu Zhao" had completely shattered the Profound Profound Realm Dao Realm that Wen Si had given Chen Kuang.
And now, the enraged "Mu Zhao" would definitely do his utmost.
But the truth was, in that split second, Chen Kuang had the opportunity to escape.
Yet, Chen Kuang not only stayed but chose to provoke "Mu Zhao."
This was a very unusual thing.
Lin Er You couldn’t help but have a suspicion in his heart – why would Chen Kuang do this?
Could it be that he was really seeking death?
No, impossible.
Lin Er You shook his head inside; Chen Kuang was too cunning of a guy, there was no reason for him to act rashly and do something so irrational at this time...
Then, perhaps there was another possibility.
Lin Er You had a hazy realization, a conjecture ready to surface.
He... might really be looking for "death."
...
Wen Si had already brought Chu Wen Ruo, her daughter, and Qingcuo to the border of Liangyang.
Ahead of them, not far away, was another abandoned lookout hidden in the mountains.
This place had been completely collapsed due to the impact of that punch from the Martial Saint and half-buried by a landslide.
As they traveled, they also saw the transformed landscapes caused by "Mu Zhao."
"Mu Zhao" had traveled all the way from the Martial Saint Pavilion.
Along the way, he hadn’t concealed his tracks at all, openly walking on the river surface, leaving a gigantic footprint pit at the riverbed with each step.
