Chen Xuan shook the spear in his hand, flinging off the blood. He dragged his azure-gold spear and walked step by step toward Yu Xiaogang, who was leaning against a boulder.
"Master, I've heard you're a prophet. Was this situation part of your calculations as well?" he said with a chilling smile.
Yu Xiaogang was covered in blood, his mouth frothing as the intense pain twisted his face into a grimace. His eyes were ablaze with fury as he glared at Chen Xuan. If looks could kill, Chen Xuan would have died a thousand times over.
"Chen Xuan, even if you kneel and beg me now, I, Yu Xiaogang, will never forgive you for what you've done today. Mark my words: you will be the first formal student ever expelled from Shrek Academy!"
Chen Xuan chuckled coldly, his face full of disdain. At this point, did such threats even matter? If he truly cared, would he have acted in such a remote and desolate place where no one would know it was him?
Shaking his head, Chen Xuan regarded Yu Xiaogang with an air of mockery. "Yu Xiaogang, if you're truly terrified, you could try begging me. Maybe I'll consider leaving you with a whole corpse."
"Rubbish!" Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid, his voice trembling as he spat out his defiance.
But deep inside, fear had already gripped him. The oppressive sense of death hung over him like a shadow.
As a renowned theorist, Yu Xiaogang wasn't foolish enough to misjudge the situation. His intellect told him to maintain composure and attempt to intimidate Chen Xuan, hoping to exploit his immaturity and provoke hesitation.
"With Tang San and the others' strength, they'll surely reach the finals. You, Chen Xuan, had the chance to bask in fame under Shrek's banner, but you chose to rebel and attack your teacher. You are a disgrace to Shrek Academy!"
Yu Xiaogang straightened his back, pointing an accusing finger at Chen Xuan. His stern expression gradually morphed into a sly smile, as though he had regained control of the situation.
But then—
Slash!
Blood splattered. A finger fell to the ground, staining the yellow sand red.
"Ahhh!"
Yu Xiaogang let out a pig-like scream, his face twisting in agony. Physical pain and humiliation shattered his façade of composure.
His lofty demeanor, his condescending finger-pointing—all of it had been reduced to a joke.
Yu Xiaogang roared in fury, his face contorted with madness as he lunged at Chen Xuan like a rabid beast, ignoring the pain in his body.
"Rabid dog," Chen Xuan muttered coldly. Without hesitation, he thrust his spear forward.
Thud!
The spear pierced Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, sending him flying backward until he slammed into the boulder again. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the sound of flesh ripping was accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.
Yu Xiaogang hung limply against the rock, pinned in place by the azure-gold spear. His disheveled appearance was a far cry from his former dignity.
Chen Xuan walked forward, his expression icy. "If you beg me now, I might grant you a complete corpse."
Yu Xiaogang's hatred-filled eyes stared at Chen Xuan as he gritted his teeth. His body trembled with a mixture of pain and rage. But his rationality had long been obliterated, leaving behind only raw emotion.
"Seems like you've gone mad," Chen Xuan said indifferently as he drew a short blade from his waist.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
The blade moved so quickly that it blurred. Blood sprayed as Chen Xuan carved chunks of flesh from Yu Xiaogang's body—his arms, thighs, and abdomen—until the ground beneath them was soaked red.
"Arghhhh!" Yu Xiaogang screamed, his voice tearing through the air as his body convulsed in agony.
The searing pain finally broke him. His wild demeanor gave way to a trembling figure barely clinging to consciousness. With tears in his eyes and blood staining his lips, he whispered, "Spare… spare me. I was wrong."
Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden surrender. "So, the mighty master can bow his head after all. I expected you to remain stubborn until the end."
With a chilling smile, Chen Xuan leaned in. "Master, you and I are alike—we both hold grudges. But I'm more patient than you. And now that you've begged, I suppose I should honor my promise."
With that, Chen Xuan's blade flashed again.
Snap!
He severed Yu Xiaogang's tendons in both arms and legs, ensuring that the "Master" would live a life of utter humiliation, unable to ever recover.
"You should've watched your step when you left the arena," Chen Xuan muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Turning away, he glanced at the horizon and muttered to himself, "Time's almost up." The faint shimmer of a shadow clone flickered at his side.
Meanwhile, in the distance, a Spirit King returned to find his injured brother lying in a pool of blood. The rage in his eyes burned like an inferno.
"Remember this, Tang San. If I don't kill you, I'm no longer human!"
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