novelraw Chapter 1221: 1206: Pyrrhic Victory
Chapter 1221: 1206: Pyrrhic Victory
Chapter 1221: Chapter 1206: Pyrrhic Victory
Seven Kills pierced right into Zhou Jin’s stomach.
The stomach is not a vital part of the human body, so this stab didn’t instantly incapacitate Zhou Jin; instead, it incited his beastly nature.
Zhou Jin wrapped his arm around Song Yun’s neck, bending his elbow, and launched a fierce blow towards Song Yun’s cervical spine.
Yet Song Yun completely ignored this.
His eyes were bloodshot, with only one thought in his mind: to kill Zhou Jin. Once he was dead, everything would be settled.
Song Yun withdrew his hand, and then plunged it again into Zhou Jin’s stomach.
Thud.
The sound of the blade cutting into flesh was exceedingly clear, even clearer than the sound of Zhou Jin’s blow against Song Yun’s spine.
Song Yun’s eyes rolled upward. The strong impact on his cervical spine made his whole body go numb, causing dizzy spells in his head.
The dizziness almost made Song Yun vomit, but his strong willpower forcibly subdued the nauseating sensation.
Now, it was a test of willpower.
It was a question of who would hold out the longest.
Song Yun pulled his hand back once more, and then thrust it forward again.
Thud.
The third stab.
Pain and a stark white pallor washed over Zhou Jin’s face. Song Yun’s three stabs had severely injured his internal organs, leading to massive bleeding.
If Zhou Jin couldn’t eliminate Song Yun quickly, he was likely to faint from blood loss or die outright; or perhaps perish from the internal damage caused by Song Yun’s knife.
Hence, Zhou Jin’s grip intensified even further.
It was akin to a flash of energy before death.
Gag.
Song Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes remained blood-red.
“Let’s see who dies first!”
Song Yun withdrew the Seven Kills again.
The fourth stab.
This stab directly ruptured the lifted-up spleen.
Zhou Jin gasped sharply, his legs buckling, about to fall, but he steadied himself quickly, being a top thirty expert of the War God List. Then, he let go of the hand attempting to push Song Yun away, and instead, clasped his fists together, raising them high.
At that moment, Zhou Jin channeled all his strength into his fists, his target being Song Yun’s head.
This strike aimed to crush Song Yun’s head like a watermelon!
However, Song Yun simultaneously drew out the Seven Kills.
Without Zhou Jin’s hand to hinder him, Song Yun’s arm adjusted direction, and then, aiming the blade tip upward, he forcefully pressed it into Zhou Jin’s body.
Zhou Jin’s hand also swung down powerfully at the same time.
Thud.
The sound of blade entering flesh remained just as clear, while Zhou Jin’s fist was now above Song Yun’s head. Song Yun could even feel the intense force emanating from the fist, and the gusts of hot air generated by its friction with the atmosphere.
Song Yun’s hand accelerated.
Excitement flickered in Zhou Jin’s eyes; in just 0.001 seconds, he would smash Song Yun’s head into pieces like a watermelon. Then, he would be the protagonist of this event, capturing Sunan’s market, expelling the Shura Alliance, and his influence within the Zhou Family would grow undeniably great.
Suddenly.
Zhou Jin’s entire body froze.
His face wrinkled instantly.
In that fleeting moment, Zhou Jin felt all his strength, like a flood bursting through a mountain, disperse utterly, leaving no trace, his whole being uncontrollably spasming.
Song Yun lightly released his grip, stepping back, looking at the Seven Kills angled upwards piercing into Zhou Jin’s left rib, a difficult smile appearing on his face.
Zhou Jin staggered backwards, then sat heavily on the ground.
His eyes were filled with disbelief; he wanted to point at Song Yun, but found he no longer had the strength even for that.
His heart had been pierced by the strange dagger’s blade tip!
Once the heart is pierced, no matter who one is, life’s curtain will fall.
Even a top thirty War God List fighter like Zhou Jin was no exception.
Looking at Song Yun, Zhou Jin, with a trembling voice, said, “You… won, it was… it was me…”
Then, Zhou Jin’s body leaned back, collapsing to the ground. After a few involuntary spasms, there was no more life.
Song Yun’s legs buckled, and he too collapsed onto the ground.
He then began to breathe heavily and quickly.
A gentle small hand pressed onto Song Yun’s wound.
Narrowing his eyes, Song Yun saw Qingluan’s face.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me help you deal with Zhou Jin.” Qingluan said while binding Song Yun’s wounds with bandages, “So, I’ve been watching from the sidelines.”
“Cough.”
Song Yun coughed, spitting some fresh blood, then managing to force a smile, said, “I… don’t want to rely on you every time, you… you’re my… my woman, you… should stand behind me, and I… I should protect you.”
“But… I hate to see you hurt.” Qingluan’s body trembled slightly as she said, “Why are you… you men… so proud? Even if it costs your lives?”
“Heh, a man’s dignity… you, you wouldn’t understand.” Shaking his head, Song Yun said, “Every time… I let you help… I grow more guilty, so… so, certain things… I’ll handle myself.”
Gently caressing Song Yun’s face, Qingluan softly said, “I don’t understand men, nor do I want to, because in my lifetime, there is only you, Song Yun. Let’s go.”
With that, ignoring the bloodstains on Song Yun’s body, Qingluan lifted him by the waist.
Song Yun’s weight was as nothing to Qingluan.
Qingluan calmly walked towards the rooftop exit.
Just then, a voice echoed hauntingly from the side.
“Song Yun, you’ve grown again.”
Qingluan stopped, raising her head, looking at the man standing against the moonlight, softly saying, “Kunpeng, are you here for Song Yun?”
“This time, I won’t let him go.” Kunpeng said, glancing at Song Yun in Qingluan’s arms. “Holy Daughter, if you stop me, you’ll die, and so will he. There’s no negotiating.”
“If death is the case, then let us die together.” Glancing down at the semi-conscious Song Yun, Qingluan smiled and said.