Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution-Chapter 667 - : Injure Your Left Shoulder
Chapter 667: Chapter 667: Injure Your Left Shoulder
Lin Shen originally intended to deal with me, but An Jiahe fought his way up and eliminated all those prestigious young masters.
It was only because of An Jiahe’s status that no one could do much about it, if it were anyone else, these prestigious young masters wouldn’t have let it go so easily.
Tian Zhixia also passed through the ranks effortlessly. Most of his opponents were Ascenders, and occasionally a Nirvana Being would come forth, claiming they had long admired him and just wanted a glimpse of Little Imperial Uncle’s elegance.
The entire journey was almost like attending a fan meet.
Seeing this, how could An Jiahe not realize that it was all arranged by Lin Shen?
Now, he regretted some things, not having expected Lin Shen to cheat so blatantly. He shouldn’t have encouraged so many prestigious young masters to join the competition.
Now he was in a difficult position, to accuse Lin Shen of cheating, but Lin Shen wasn’t even competing, so how could he be accused?
To say that he cheated for Little Imperial Uncle? Unless An Jiahe went mad, he wouldn’t do such a foolish thing.
An Jiahe had planned for every eventuality but hadn’t anticipated his opponent would change from Lin Shen to Little Imperial Uncle. Now, all his prior scheming was useless.
The only thing left to do was to seize the first place and get the Dark Domain Seed; otherwise, this would be an utter defeat.
However, defeating Little Imperial Uncle Tian Zhixia was no easy task, yet An Jiahe had no choice but to win, for Dual Nirvana meant too much to him.
Both individuals defeated their respective opponents and advanced to the grand finals smoothly.
The winner between An Jiahe and Tian Zhixia would be the champion of this competition and earn the mysterious grand prize.
To the discerning eye, the previous matches were but a farce; only this final battle was truly serious.
The prestigious young masters also watched An Jiahe’s performance. They were well aware that An Jiahe had brought them along to trouble the new Dean of the Celestial Master Institute, but ended up at a disadvantage himself.
They were all curious how An Jiahe would strike back against the Celestial Master Institute, as defeating Tian Zhixia was no easy feat.
“Little Imperial Uncle, please forgive my offense,” An Jiahe said, bowing as he stepped forward.
“Let’s rely on our own abilities, show me all your strength,” Tian Zhixia replied, carrying a long box on his back, which held the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade.
He hadn’t had the chance to use the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade throughout the competition, not even the large hammer he usually wielded.
Then, Tian Zhixia swung the large hammer in his hand, smashing it directly towards An Jiahe.
The force of this hammer could shatter mountains, but An Jiahe, although he wore a long sword at his waist, hadn’t yet drawn it.
His movement technique was like a phantom, weaving in and out of Tian Zhixia’s broad swings. The hammer, fierce as a storm, couldn’t even touch the hem of his garment.
Tian Zhixia was not impatient. Suddenly he smashed the hammer into the ground, flames terrifyingly rising from the hammer, exploding out like a bomb.
The ground blasted open, creating a huge crater, and the force of the explosion propelled An Jiahe into the air. His body was now enveloped in a white, jade-like carapace.
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“Now can we fight seriously?” Tian Zhixia said, with the large hammer over his shoulder, looking up at An Jiahe in the sky.
“To battle against the Little Imperial Uncle today is an honor for which I have no regrets in this life,” An Jiahe said, as he removed the sword from his waist and slowly drew it.
The blade was emerald green like water, its body resembling a secluded spring, and its edge emanated a frosty gleam.
“Fine blade,” Tian Zhixia remarked as he looked at the knife in An Jiahe’s hand. “If I’m not mistaken, the knife you’re holding is the renowned ‘Reaper’s Decree,’ forged by the master swordsmith Zhong Zhiquan, correct?”
Little Imperial Uncle has good eyes and insight. Indeed, this knife is the “Reaper’s Decree,” crafted by Master Zhong Zhiquan,” An Jiahe responded. However, he then cast aside the Reaper’s Decree he was holding and took the sheath in his hand.
Everyone was somewhat taken aback, not understanding An Jiahe’s intention, wondering why he would discard the famous blade and only hold its sheath. Could it be that his brain malfunctioned, and he threw away the wrong item?
“What is the meaning of this?” Tian Zhixia asked coldly, looking at An Jiahe.
An Jiahe, with a smile, explained, “Both of us are the pride of the Celestial Race; we shouldn’t be fighting each other to the death. Injuring any of us would only please those who harbor hatred and would be a loss to our race. However, my blade technique is too sharp, and it is bound to inflict injury, so I will fight with only the sheath, to avoid any accidents.”
An Jiahe’s words were graceful, and even Lin Shen had to admit that it was difficult to harbor any ill feelings towards him, even as An Jiahe’s opponent.
Unfortunately, such words had little effect on Tian Zhixia.
Tian Zhixia had seen far too many different sorts of people; An Jiahe’s attempt to move him with just a few words was simply impossible.
Tian Zhixia struck the ground with the giant hammer in his hand; the Reaper’s Decree, stuck in the ground, was sent flying by the vibration, landing precisely in front of An Jiahe.
“As a junior, you still lack the ability to wound me. Just use your skill if you can, so you don’t have to make excuses for losing later on—it’s such a nuisance,” Tian Zhixia said impatiently.
Seeing Tian Zhixia immune to his tactics, An Jiahe had no choice but to catch the Reaper’s Decree and said seriously to Tian Zhixia, “Since Little Imperial Uncle insists, I must comply. But please be wary, Uncle. With this strike, I aim to injure your left shoulder.”
“Come on,” replied Tian Zhixia, not entertaining the banter, forcing An Jiahe to drop the pretense.
“Be careful,” An Jiahe said as he flapped his wings, transforming into a streak of light rushing towards Tian Zhixia.
Tian Zhixia stood tall and unmoving like a pillar supporting the heavens, watching him with cold eyes.
As An Jiahe brushed past Tian Zhixia, everyone saw Tian Zhixia suddenly lift his giant hammer; however, they failed to see An Jiahe’s blade strike.
Clang!
An eerie sound abruptly filled the air, and spectators saw blood bloom like flowers on Tian Zhixia’s left shoulder, where a carapace had been pierced to reveal a deep, bone-deep wound.
“What a quick blade!” The on-looking crowd’s faces shifted with unease, for even among Nirvana Level peers, the majority had not clearly seen An Jiahe’s blade in motion.
“Teacher Jiahe is indeed extraordinary. With such a blade, it’s hard to find a match in the world. If he were to participate in the weapon rankings, I fear his score might surpass that of Fist God,” commended the many students who had studied in the institute.
The observing Emperor Tianshu was also mildly surprised, “Such speed with that blade from Jiahe was remarkable. But why have I never seen such a Blade Technique before?”
“That’s just him messing around with a self-created Blade Technique; it’s not worthy of the Emperor’s notice,” An Yi remarked.
“To create such a Blade Technique at his age, Jiahe’s talent is perhaps a once-in-a-millennium pinnacle of excellence for our Celestial Race. Indeed, he is truly the most fitting candidate for the Dark Domain Lotus Seed,” Emperor Tianshu declared with a look of satisfaction.
“What a quick blade,” Tian Zhixia said, looking at An Jiahe and offering his admiration too.
“Little Imperial Uncle, shall we call it here and settle with a handshake?” An Jiahe proposed with perfect propriety.
If Tian Zhixia were to concede now, he could save some face, but ultimately, he would have no claim to the final reward against An Jiahe.
