Chapter 526

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Chapter 526: Seventy-Two Hours

If we compare it to a game, the current situation is very clear.

Both top laners are fighting each other, our top laner is in a good state, while the enemy top laner is not low on health but is already in the danger of being killed.

At this moment, a well-developed jungler comes to gank our top laner.

If our top laner forcefully kills the enemy top laner, their skills will go on cooldown and they will definitely be killed by the enemy jungler.

All three sides are engaged in a psychological battle. Our top laner can retreat, but that would result in a huge loss because the minions are in the hands of the enemy. The enemy top laner doesn’t want to die, so they keep moving towards our tower. The enemy jungler doesn’t want to use their skills prematurely, they are waiting for an opportunity for the opponent to use their skills or for our top laner to safely leave so they can create a one-on-one situation.

This is the current basic situation.

At this critical moment, the game is not only about strength but also about mindset.

The three parties show a fragile balance. Once one of them shows determination to fight till the end, the balance will be broken. Once this balance shatters, the whole situation becomes chaotic and it becomes difficult to predict the next steps.

After all, this is reality, not a game. In a game, when your team’s top laner dies, they just wait at the fountain to revive. But here, if you die, there’s no coming back. It’s not like seeing things from a god’s perspective, it’s like seeing things through your own eyes. Nobody can remain so calm and composed. Just thinking, it’s no big deal to trade one life for another.

Trade?

Trade my foot!

Exchange my life? Only a fool would make such a deal!

Black Dragon from the North Sea was one of the most unstable cornerstones in the triangle, because he was the one being hunted. To stay alive, he had to entrust his hope to someone else. It felt like walking on a tightrope, with no way to turn back.

When Bai Wei raised his sword, his heart turned cold half-way.

Yuan Yong still couldn’t understand, is it really worth trading lives like this?

He had no idea that the other person was a puppet, and couldn’t figure out what the other person was thinking.

The golden light on the sword in his perception was dazzling. It emanated a strong killing intent, making him shiver and feel an icy coldness throughout his body, as if the radiance could cut through flesh and bone.

With life and death in front of him, Tie Futu had no intention of making a move. He was waiting for the moment when Bai Wei’s breathing became unstable after attacking.

Yuan Yong’s state of mind finally became unbalanced.

Its eyes were filled with blood, and its inner voice roared with unwillingness.

… How could I die here!

… I have worked so hard to reach the realm of the Dragon King, destined to rule one of the water veins in the world!

… In the future, I will also pass through the Dragon Gate and achieve the true dragon form!

The North Sea Black Dragon, full of ambition and youthful vigor, is unwilling to sit and wait for death. His heart is filled with endless regret. If he had known it would turn out like this, he should not have attempted to intervene from the beginning! Even if he dies here, he will definitely not die without a fight, so he must not die!

With countless thoughts in his mind, Yuan Yong made a decision at the same time that Bai Wei raised his sword.

Its state of mind collapsed, and it threw the two hostages in its hands towards Tie Futu, trying to disrupt Bai Wei’s vision and judgment.

You wanted a hostage, right? I’ll give you a hostage!

Go kill him, don’t come kill me!

This action can fundamentally work, generally speaking, but after letting go of the hostage, Tie Futu didn’t even look at Bai Ze and the snake girl. Even Bai Wei didn’t stop, instead he walked faster.

With no hostage in hand, Bai Wei’s last fear also disappeared.

The Fourth Prince wanted to curse Yuan Yong’s action, it was basically self-destructive. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to curse.

Bai Wei’s sword fell swiftly, a golden arc of light created a line in the sky, like a flash of silk passing by. The North Sea Black Dragon looked at this golden line with terror. It could see but couldn’t stop, only able to watch it grow larger in its eyes, then land on its forehead. Scales of the dragon cracked open, bloodshed filled the air.

At the same time, as he made his move, Tie Futu, who had been waiting for a long time, swung his heavy sword.

There weren’t any fancy sword moves, he just swung a blunt heavy sword, like hitting a baseball, hitting Bai Wei’s unprotected and defenseless side waist.

The strength was enough to directly split a small mountain.

If it were a human body, at this moment, the organs would surely shift and shatter, and the entire interior would be destroyed into a pile of mashed flesh.

But he was a puppet, with a strong body but no fragile human body parts. This force was like a blast on a basketball, spreading through the empty air, penetrating and reverberating through the tension of the gas itself.

There was some damage, but not enough to hinder Bai Wei. He held up his sword, bringing the move to an end.

The golden thread cut through the body along the spine’s backbone, like splitting a fish open.

It cracked open.

"How dare you… kill me… the North Sea will not let this go…"

Yuan Yong didn’t get to finish his words, his vision filled with a golden light.

The North Sea Black Dragon, who had just recently entered the Dragon King realm, died on the spot. Its body was torn open, and its soul was severed by the Golden Power.

Not finding peace in death.

Bai Wei was too busy to pay attention to his last words because he was not feeling relaxed either.

Moments ago, he had held back a little with that sword strike, using the Golden Power to strengthen his puppet body. He simply divided his strength, using only 70% of it, which was enough to kill the enemy. However, the remaining 30% of his strength didn’t have any effect, and his defense crumbled instantly.

The reason for this was Tie Futu… He was not an ordinary Martial Saint.

Being above Level 40 makes one a grandmaster. Being above Level 50 makes one a Martial Saint. There are no further divisions beyond this level.

Tie Futu had very few entries, but they were the most extravagant that Bai Wei had ever seen.

[Extreme Martial Art]

[Overall Level: 69]

He surpassed Bai Wei by almost thirty levels…

According to the grading system of cultivation, a Holy Domain Mage is at Level 50, while a legendary level is at Level 60, and anything above Level 70 is considered demi-god.

He became incredibly strong through his own training and practice, and reached the peak of legendary fighting power.

Even if Bai Wei used the Golden Power to forcefully increase his level, he couldn’t defeat him. The power at the initial stage was far from enough, and it was already a level suppression.

They say this monster single-handedly ravaged the martial arts world of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, almost breaking its backbone. Now it seems… it wasn’t just boasting.

Bai Wei held up his puppet body, his left hand already broken. It was the first time in a long time that his hand was forcibly broken while alive. As a result, his combat power decreased by at least thirty percent. Although it seemed only one hand was broken on the surface, the internal injuries were even more severe.

"For the sake of killing a black dragon, you completely lost the chance to fight against me. What a pity. If I had taken that blow, I would have shed a few drops of blood too." Tie Futu casually lifted the heavy sword made of mysterious iron onto his shoulder. "However, you still have a chance to fight me… This is just a puppet body, I can see that your real body isn’t here. I am undoubtedly stronger, and I’ll give you the chance to seek revenge on me."

Bai Wei used his power to gradually smooth out the malfunctioning of the puppet’s internal workings, and carefully repair and strengthen his broken left hand and the newly-formed cracks. His tone was calm, "Do you really have to kill her?"

"I owe a debt, and I have to repay it. There’s no reason to refuse when it allows me to clash with a strong foe and repay a favor. Don’t bother trying to convince me… it won’t work. I’ve already made my decision, and I won’t change it." Tie Futu’s skin was a dark copper color, and his voice was like a statue of a benevolent deity. "You can try to buy time, but no one is coming to save you here."

Bai Wei said, "I know."

"With your current state, you won’t last against a few of my moves," Tie Futu said calmly. "It’s too late, give up… Train for another ten or twenty years, then come to the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom to seek revenge against me."

He was not afraid that the other party would not come. He waited for Chao Lu to die at his hands. With such deep hatred, it was impossible for them not to seek revenge.

When the time comes, life and death will be determined by fate. He had already faced such situations countless times and actually found pleasure in waiting for the tiger to return to the mountain.

Bai Wei exhaled, even though the puppet didn’t need to breathe, he still took a breath to relieve his exhaustion.

This attitude seemed to make Tie Futu believe that the other party was already prepared for failure and was about to raise his iron sword.

But he heard Bai Wei say, "I suggest you not be in a hurry to take action…" He hooked his finger and a golden thread playful bounced out of the ground, pulling out a tens-of-meters-long line on the ground. The Fourth Prince of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, who was trying to sneak out, was caught by the neck and fell to the ground in a sorry state. He tried to grab the golden thread that was wrapped around his neck, but he couldn’t do it, struggling to breathe.

Tie Futu paused for a moment and then said lightly, "You can try to kill him, but it won’t make much sense. It’s just exchanging one life for two."

"Yuan Tianjian cares a lot about the life and death of this prince." Bai Wei held the thread in his hand. "But I know you don’t care."

Tie Futu smirked, "What do I have to do with the fortunes of the world? I’m just a warrior. If he dies and the world falls into chaos, maybe I can kill more powerful opponents… Yuan Tianjian can’t control me, I just owe a few favors."

Bai Wei said, "Three days."

Warrior asked, "What three days?"

"In three days, I will return him to you," said Bai Wei. "But during these three days, you cannot kill them."

Tie Futu twisted his neck and calmly said, "I have enough patience for that, but what can you do in just three short days?"

Bai Wei replied, "Enough to kill you."

Upon hearing this, Tie Futu put away his heavy sword, turned around, and sat on a rock.

"Three days from now, at noon, I will be waiting for you to come and kill me."

"I hope you keep your word and follow through!"