Chapter 396: Chapter 237: Blue Arc vs. Mu Long, Revenge, Black Electric Light
But at that moment, Mu Long suddenly lifted his leg and kicked his back, withdrawing the sword from his body. Simultaneously, he disappeared once more into the boundless darkness.
With a "puh chi" sound, a fountain of blood gushed out from the wound in Blue Arc’s body, but it was quickly swallowed by the infinite darkness.
Blue Arc curled up on the ground, hands covering the wound on his abdomen, as he had wished... blood stained his hands red.
He had given up thinking; his body seemed like a marionette, moving almost solely on the reflexes honed from years of training.
Instinct told him that there was no hope of victory in Mu Long’s domain. So instinctively, he stood up, instinctively bent his knees slightly, as deep blue lightning enveloped his entire body, and he started to dash in a fixed direction.
Like a beam of deep blue lightning, he shuttled through the pitch-black tunnel, leaping several dozen meters in an instant. However, before he could reach the edge of the barrier, a deafening eagle’s cry echoed once again from the canopy of darkness!
Blue Arc abruptly turned, using the swing of his arm for momentum, lifting his lightning-clad fist and striking upward, meeting the sword blade. The blade was jolted outward by a gust of wild wind, and the dancing arcs of electricity spread upward along the sword like howling pythons.
The air resonated with the electric sizzle and burnt, blurring Mu Long’s hands with numbness, causing his figure to soar backward; but Blue Arc’s body was also flung back into the barrier’s interior.
He raised his head in the darkness.
Afterwards, no matter which direction Blue Arc ran, the great eagle lurking in the dark depths clung to him like a shadow, like a specter haunting, its shadow indiscernible in the dark curtain, igniting deep blue sparks each time, each lighting inevitably accompanied by the hoarse cry of an eagle and the quivering of a sword.
Mu Long could always descend from the sky at the last moment before his departure, forcing him back into the barrier.
And just as he charged to the edge of the barrier once more, the dark eagle no longer swooped from the sky, but attacked from a different direction. Mu Long burst out from behind Blue Arc, raising his hand, drawing a sword that hissed through the air like a snake’s tongue.
In an instant, the sharp sword pierced through Blue Arc’s thigh.
Blood sprayed out from inside the thigh. Blue Arc knelt on the ground, twisting his right arm abruptly, grabbing the sword piercing his right leg with one hand while slightly curling the fingers of the other.
Frenzied arcs of electricity extended from his fingertips, forming a pulsating ball of lightning in his palm.
He tightly gripped the longsword impaling his thigh, preventing Mu Long from escaping, and simultaneously thrust his palm backward swiftly.
Accompanied by surging lightning, a devastating spherical burst shot out.
Amidst the onrushing electricity, Mu Long was momentarily stunned, then furrowed his eyebrows. He wanted to discard the longsword in his hand, but it was too late, so he could only raise his arm to guard himself.
But the next second, just as the lightning was about to touch Mu Long, it suddenly extinguished... indeed, the crackling electricity shattered like bubbles.
In the dark curtain, Mu Long stood frozen in place, then his expression gradually darkened to the extreme; he was thoroughly infuriated inside, because he understood that just now... his enemy had actually shown him mercy.
Mercy?
Pitied by his own enemy?
It was like hitting a fist against cotton, the face beneath the knight’s helmet twitched, and Mu Long finally couldn’t suppress the roaring fury from deep in his throat:
"Blue Arc, what on earth are you doing? Fight back, or what meaning does my revenge hold?!"
Speaking those words, he once more withdrew the blood-stained longsword from Blue Arc’s body.
Blue Arc didn’t even let out a scream, only coughed up a mouthful of blood, then hung his head like a puppet, eyes vacant, kneeling in a pool of blood.
Wings formed from the swirling gray cloak, Mu Long soared high towards the top of the dark curtain, at that moment he seemed like a black sun, ever ready to plummet downward, scorching everything in the world.
In the darkness, his furious roars echoed continuously.
It was as though countless people were striking the ground with their hilt, just like an ancient solemn courtroom.
But Gu Qiye couldn’t hear.
Neither did he want to hear.
He suddenly felt as though his blood ran cold, as if a heavy snowfall lay upon him. Clearly, his body had blood flowing through it, yet there wasn’t the slightest warmth.
"Is it really okay to just die like this..."
Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.
I killed someone else’s father, yet want to avenge my own mother? How selfish... But if I’m not qualified for revenge, then what have I been doing all these years?
I sacrificed so much, what was the point?
But if I died, Xiaomai, Wenyu, Dad, what would happen to them?
Dad finally came back after so many years, yeah, maybe he wants to let go of the past with Mom and start anew with us, but I’ve never forgiven him.
Same with my sister, clearly if I just talked to her, she would stay at home, right?
If I gave up on revenge, I could definitely convince her to give up too, and then we could just live together quietly as a family...
Clearly having them around already makes me very happy, so why am I always fixated on Mom’s death? Why... can’t I appreciate it?
If I could still live, I would reconcile with Dad when I return, apologize, then clearly explain to my sister, I’m not seeking revenge anymore...
No more revenge.
Surely Mom would also want to see the four of us together in peace... but since I killed innocent people, do I really deserve to live?