Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1337: The Final Battle of 1337, Decisive Victory! (Extra Update)

Jing Jianjue, with his sword drawn, had no choice but to strike, watching Han Yan gracefully retreat, forcing him to regroup his sword force and attack Han Yan with a slash.Unfortunately, in the gathering and releasing, the power of the sword was far less dominant than before.

Han Yan slashed out with a sword, and simultaneously, a golden light flashed on her body, activating the Absolute Defense of the Cangxuan Cloud Silk again, with the Glazed Glass Holy Robe also appearing upon her.

"Puff!" Han Yan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Jing Jianjue’s ultimate sword, supported by the full power of the Magic Artifact, was undoubtedly tyrannical. Even with Cangxuan Cloud Silk and Glazed Glass Holy Robe protecting her, she still suffered some internal injuries.

However, a light smile appeared on her face. This sword was Jing Jianjue’s ultimate sword, but it wasn’t hers. Don’t forget, she still had a move, Star Falling in Eight Desolates, left unused.

"I said I’d end it, and you actually believed it? With your brain, I wonder how you cultivated to such a realm?" Han Yan said disdainfully.

"Han Yan, even if you dodge this sword, what can you possibly do about the next one?" Jing Jianjue said furiously.

A full-force strike met only with Han Yan’s retreat; he felt a hollow emptiness, and Han Yan’s mockery was a tremendous humiliation for him.

"You won’t have another chance for the next sword." Han Yan shook her head, confidently asserting.

"Ah..." Just as her voice fell, the tragic cries of Qin Ba came echoing.

The full power of the temple’s magical artifact had been delegated to Jing Jianjue alone, rendering their strength momentarily restored.

If the contest with Huayue had been originally fought with their true capabilities, it wouldn’t have been an issue, but from the beginning of the engagement, they were relying on the enhanced strength from the magical artifact. Now, with strength suddenly declining, how could they possibly adapt?

Under the Innate Divine Ability of Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake, his chest seemed struck by a giant stone, fracturing his meridians one by one.

Huayue wouldn’t miss such an opportunity, letting out a long cry and slashing out, man and sword as one.

With the tragic cry, Qin Ba’s sword shattered into pieces, then his Qi Sea broke apart, and his strong body fell weakly to the ground.

If it were another opponent, perhaps Huayue might have shown mercy, but Jing Jianjue and others’ intentions to kill Han Yan had been clear from the beginning. If not for discovering the Innate Divine Ability, perhaps Han Yan would have already perished at their mutual hands. Against such adversaries, how could Huayue afford to be lenient?

The next to fall was Lu Zhenhuan. His battle with Zirong was balanced on the edge of life and death, but losing the magical artifact’s enhancement affected him more than Qin Ba. If Jing Jianjue had succeeded in killing Han Yan with his hoped-for strike, he might have persevered a while longer.

Unfortunately, Jing Jianjue couldn’t achieve it, so his defeat was inevitable.

Zirong’s icy sword pierced diagonally from below, striking into his Qi Sea, clearly indicating that even if he kept his life, his cultivation was utterly wasted.

Yet, the spectators weren’t concerned with his cultivation, but rather watching the angle at which the sword penetrated, each fostering the same query: apart from his cultivation being ruined, could he preserve anything else important?

Of course, verifying such questions is impossible now, but everyone felt chills descending from their feet, prompting them to clench their legs tighter.

Jiang Yuzhe’s sword simultaneously pierced into Liang Qian’s Heart Meridian.

Among the group, perhaps Huayue was the coldest and most ruthless, Zirong the sly and vicious, but in terms of cruelty, Jiang Yuzhe surpassed them. Being from a prominent family, he was accustomed to familial strife and spared no empathy or compassion.

Without another glance at their fallen adversaries, the three turned in unison, slashing towards Pei Qiuyi.

Pei Qiuyi, already terrified by the seemingly insane Tang Bufan, lost all will upon seeing them team up against him and instinctively attempted to flee the competition platform.

Unfortunately, though his movement was swift, Huayue and the others’ actions were swifter.

Three sword lights enveloped him simultaneously.

"Boom" The Sword Shield, initially challenging for Qin Ba to break, was shattered under the combined strike of the three.

And Tang Bufan’s sword finally landed on him.

This was Tang Bufan’s sole successful strike in the entire match, but it proved to be a fatal attack for Pei Qiuyi.

The cold sword’s edge pierced the Heart Meridian, passing through his body.

Gazing at the gleaming sword edge, secondly trickling with droplets of blood, Pei Qiuyi steadily collapsed, wide-eyed, dazed, empty, bewildered.

He couldn’t comprehend why his Sixth-level Sword Master strength, bolstered by a magical artifact, failed against a mere Second-level Sword Master opponent, ultimately dying by the opponent’s sword.

To fight with will, to hunt with life—it’s terrifying, indeed terrifying. This was his sole contemplation in his final moments.

"Hahahaha..." Tang Bufan laughed wildly.

On the platform, with clothes drenched in blood, every shred of clothing exposing flesh amidst tears, yet unaware, Tang Bufan yelled into the sky, evoking a profound chill in everyone’s hearts.

"Madman, this guy is a madman." Someone stated with a trembling voice.

"Not just a madman, but a madman possessed." Someone added.

The name Madman Tang Bufan began circulating throughout Shangyue City, and soon across Shangyue, eventually extending across the entire Continent. Even if one day, he resumed his original name of Han Bufen, the fame of Madman Tang Bufan remained long on the Continent, rivaling that of Demon Sword Hua Yue, Demon Sword Zirong, and Ghost Sword Jiang Yuzhe.

"Han Yan, I never expected you to be so underhanded!" Seeing his four disciples, two dead and two wounded, Jing Jianjue’s heart churned painfully as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"I’m not underhanded; you’re too foolish." Han Yan said contemptuously.

She wasn’t stupid either, knowing full well she couldn’t triumph over Jing Jianjue, empowered by a magical artifact, how could she actually fight him to decide everything with one sword strike, determining more than just victory, but life and death.

In truth, her previous powerless retreat was seven parts genuine, three parts feigned, aiming to provoke Jing Jianjue’s underestimation, pushing him to fight her at all costs with all energy.

Unanticipatedly, he truly fell for it, heedlessly prioritizing his own advantage, concentrating all magical artifact power on himself. Perhaps, in Jing Jianjue’s eyes, he already held the upper hand; a minor boost in strength might suffice to slay Han Yan on the spot.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t aware this was the misconception Han Yan deliberately led him to.

"Han Yan, dare you fight me alone, fair and square?" Jing Jianjue’s shame and annoyance made his face redden.

"Idiot!" Han Yan berated again.

How ridiculous for him to say this: earlier, when he believed he had the upper hand, there were no calls for an individual duel, yet now, at this moment, he desired a fair fight. Surely, good fortune shouldn’t favor only him.

Initially, seeing him prideful, despite him being an adversary, Han Yan maintained the due respect of a swordsman. Yet, after hearing his request, her disdain for him grew significantly.

"Attack!" Han Yan decisively ordered with a wave.

A roar followed, and Huayue, Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan joined forces to assault Jing Jianjue.

"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Han Yan’s strongest sword was finally unleashed.

This was the true final sword!

"Stop!" On the viewing platform above, Wu Tianxiong suddenly stood.

Yet, since stepping onto the platform, Han Yan discerned Jing Jianjue’s resolute intent to kill. Not inclined towards kindness herself, against an enemy determined to end her life, Han Yan couldn’t possibly cease.

Feigning obliviousness to the command, Han Yan’s longsword continued its downward slash.

Huayue and others exhibited no hesitation; five sword lights like a giant web, persistently shrank, unremittingly pressured.

"Puff!" Jing Jianjue spewed fresh blood, his body collapsing onto the competition platform.

If empowered by the temple’s magical artifact, he might have barely fended off their combined strike, though injured but not gravely. Yet, with Qin Ba and others dead or wounded, the sword array activating the artifact had been long shattered. Facing such combined force with his true capability of an Eighth Rank Sword Master, how could he withstand it?

The fierce qi surged within, instantly shattering his meridians and energy sea, even his bones fracture, rolling his eyes over, fainting on spot.

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