I Have A Martial Dao World

Chapter 33: 33. Fight to the Death (Complete)

Lu Yao slowly approached his seemingly exhausted opponent, ready to deliver a finishing blow and secure a perfect three-to-zero victory.

But Lao Shen refused to yield without a fight. His face hardened as he pulled out an old-fashioned glass syringe from his bosom, filled with a green liquid.

This thing was meant for Organ Refining Martial Artists, and it would have severe side effects if he used it, but he was past caring at this point!

He fiercely jabbed it into his chest and pressed down. His veins bulged all over his body as if tiny snakes were crawling underneath his skin, a sight quite chilling to behold.

After throwing the glass syringe to the ground where it shattered into pieces, Lao Shen bellowed in a hoarse voice, "You little bastard! You're dead meat now!"

His already broad physique bulged out further, becoming even more imposing. His eyes bloodshot, he surged forward with a speed more than double what it had been and stabbed with his knife.

Lu Yao narrowly dodged the attack, cursing inwardly: The effect of this stimulant is too damn strong.

Lao Shen, seizing the momentum, roared and spun the ox horn knife like an electric fan, while Lu Yao hopped desperately to avoid the slashes.

The shortcomings of his physical condition were laid bare, and after a series of intense moves, he was out of stamina and got slashed across the shoulder, blood gushing forth.

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Finally feeling his opponent's flesh under his blade, Lao Shen got excited, howling with even more frenzy as he attacked, drooling from the mouth.

Lu Yao exerted his mind to stabilize his spirit and dismiss any distractions, trying not to let the intense pain in his shoulder disrupt his state of focus.

[I have to try to adapt to my opponent's increased speed, and then counterattack!]

He was utterly unconcerned with his own life or death. He didn't fear dying, since his body, ravaged by terminal cancer, was undergoing horrific changes, virtually indistinguishable from a corpse. Facing his own body every day had led him eventually to see through the nature of life and death.

With a heart undisturbed by life or death, Lu Yao was solely focused on winning now! His life had been pretty unlucky, but the best thing that had happened to him was meeting these two sisters—gentle, kind, lovely, and adorable.

If Haoran Martial Arts Hall dared to bully them, he would definitely win the duel, a three-to-zero victory, and shave Sun Haoran's head clean as retribution for his own actions, depriving him of all his dignity!

After avoiding another round of attacks, Lu Yao had gradually adjusted to his opponent's speed. Seizing the chance, he rolled on the ground to dodge an assault while simultaneously delivering a ruthless chop to his opponent's foot.

Lao Shen, devoid of any sense of pain, only cursed furiously: "You little fucker, I'll tear you to shreds!" As his words trailed off, he lunged again!

Lu Yao easily sidestepped and was back to the previous routine—

The two seemed to have an unspoken agreement, one attacking and the other dodging. In no time, Lao Shen was covered with cuts and could do nothing but scream in agony and curse.

At that moment, the sisters' delicate voices called out simultaneously: "Lu Yao/Junior Brother~ come on~"

Lu Yao's spirit soared, filled with a fierce desire to win. Fully entering his focused state, he charged at his opponent, aiming to finish him off with one strike!

By this time, Lao Shen was panting heavily, covered in blood, with his eyes rolling back and emitting bestial howls as he charged forward. But it was as if he were moving in slow motion, which was quite eerie.

Lu Yao was suddenly startled—why had his opponent suddenly slowed down? No, is it that I'm in a deeper state of focus?! That shouldn't be possible, my condition isn't good, and I'm injured...

Even the spectators around him were in slow motion, their whispering and tea sipping all slowed down... Lu Yao's mind was in disarray.

Suddenly, a secret to maintaining composure taught by Liao Ya flashed through his mind—Unperturbed at heart, unencumbered by emotions; fearing neither the future nor dwelling on the past.

Lu Yao had an epiphany, a fortunate insight: I understand now! The original me was merely unafraid of life and death, with a mind free of distractions, which allowed only the most superficial level of focus;

But being focused is not just about having no distractions—it's more about having unwavering belief, obtaining an indomitable spirit! At this moment, my conviction is—victory!

Invisibly, it was as though something had shattered. Lu Yao felt his body instantly becoming dozens of pounds lighter.

By this time, Lao Shen had already charged over, the ox horn knife slowly stabbing towards the chest. But it moved so slowly, like a falling dry leaf, seemingly afraid that Lu Yao wouldn't be able to dodge it.

Lu Yao activated the recently learned Carp Stance, allowing the ox horn knife to brush past the tip of his nose.

The dodge was incredibly easy, and he could clearly observe the knife piercing a droplet of sweat as if captured by a high-speed camera.

Then, Lu Yao, holding a kitchen knife, sliced from Lao Shen's elbow to his shoulder, gouging out a deep, bone-deep gash!

He hadn't exerted much strength; it was entirely using the opponent's own momentum.

Blood surged out in great amounts, instantly staining Lao Shen's entire arm red, dribbling down his clothes ceaselessly and forming a small stream on the ground.

Such an amount of blood loss wouldn't necessarily be salvageable even in an ICU. Lao Shen screamed loudly and actually turned to flee.

Lu Yao used the Carp Stance again, his spine powered his entire body forward in a lunge, the kitchen knife sweeping across his opponent's throat!

Blood gushed forth, and Lao Shen could only desperately cover the wound with his hand, staggering out a few steps before collapsing to the ground, motionless.

An enemy that should have taken a slow and grueling effort to kill was now slaughtered as easily as a chicken. Lu Yao finally entered the "Calm Steadiness" realm!

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The Carp Stance had only been recently learned; to use it in actual combat usually required years of hard practice, but now Lu Yao picked it up without any discomfort, which was precisely the effect of "Calm Steadiness" or "Complete Entry into Steadiness."

At times, the human body does not obey its owner, such as twitching one eyebrow or moving the ears - some people are born able to do it, others are forever incapable.

After achieving "Calm Steadiness," Lu Yao could control all parts of his body at will, doing anything he wanted! It's said— "The body moves as one desires," and this was truly the case!

He didn't need to practice to be able to eat with chopsticks using his feet, or to use his feet to wipe himself with paper after using the toilet!

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The onlookers exclaimed continuously:

"What's going on with this sickly boy? How did he suddenly gain the skills of decades overnight?"

"What was Sun Haoran thinking, insisting on this final match? It's simply humiliating."

Liao Qe jumped up happily; while Liao Ya was shocked—her junior brother had achieved "Calm Steadiness" before her! He had only been practicing Spirit Refinement for how many days!

In the main seat to the east of the restaurant, Sun Haoran suddenly stood up, his composure gone, his face completely darkened with anger and disbelief plain in his eyes.

Not having defeated the Liao sisters was one thing - they came from a reputable family and were closely related to a Blood-Exchange Realm Martial Artist - but… why couldn't he even defeat a sickly boy!? Losing all three rounds!!! He had made a fool of himself for nothing, completely losing all his prestige!!!

At this moment, the looks directed at Sun Haoran had changed. The Haoran Martial Arts Hall had suffered a great embarrassment.

The disparity between the two martial arts schools was stark—the Liao Family Fist had a total of only 3 people, while Haoran Martial Arts Hall had 3 martial masters just sitting in residence; having their heads shaved bare was truly an inexcusable defeat.

Next to him, Duan Pei was grinning from ear to ear, visibly elated.

And the elderly Master Pang spoke in a hoarse, indistinct voice, "Master Sun, be patient and calm, haste makes waste. Don't disgrace the face of the Yunzhou Martial Faction."

Sun Haoran sat back down, his face paler than the corpse of Lao Shen.