Chapter 954 – Another Punch (1/2)

Chapter 954 – Another Punch

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The wind had not even had time to blow or the crowd to blink, much less gasp.

The blade was already in front of Xuanyuan Po, about to sever his neck and bring his head down.

The official from the Demi-human Court had already prepared himself but realized to his consternation that Nie Chi's blade was still faster than he had expected, that he was still too late to stop him. The minor official at the registration table had also prepared himself, but he still could not suppress the joy in his heart, though there was not enough time to form a smile.

It was such a short span of time that sound did not even have time to spread. All around the fighting platform was an eerie stillness fraught with an atmosphere of terror.

Ultimately, an extremely clear sound broke the silence and returned time to its normal speed.

It was not the shlink of a blade, not the rolling of a head off the neck, but a meaty thud.

It was like the sound of a rotten fruit crashing onto the ground in a pulpy mess.

It was like a leather bag of wine crushed flat as the Xiang clan leader sat upon it.

It was like a fist smashing into mud.

Yes, this was the sound that was the most similar, because this was almost exactly what had happened.

Nie Chi's blade was like a bolt of lightning, but Xuanyuan Po's fist was even faster.

No one was able to even see his fist, not even a blur.

When the blade was only half a foot from his neck, his fist had already smashed into Nie Chi's face.

The unimaginable power of the fist was fully transmitted.

Nie Chi's face began to deform. His nose sank, his eye sockets burst, his chin fractured. Countless streams of bod issued from his face like a blossoming flower.

Beneath Xuanyuan Po's fist, his face was like a pool of mud.

His neck broke at almost the same moment, his head flipping backwards to hang over his back.

It was like a ripe, red fruit hanging off a tree branch.

This scene was somewhat strange and utterly terrifying.

Nie Chi lived up to his reputation as a demi-human expert, as he did not die on the spot. His ruptured throat made a few incomprehensible sounds as his body swayed on the platform. Finally, it fell to the ground, and as fetid and nasty juices splashed, he died.

Both on and off the fighting platform was a deathly stillness without the slightest noise.

The Carp tribe judge looked at Xuanyuan Po with a dazed expression.

The spectators, who still had not even had the chance to gasp, were struck dumb, forgetting to cry out.

The minor official, intending to celebrate Xuanyuan Po's death, finally smiled, but it was even more unsightly than if he was crying.

Xuanyuan Po gazed blankly at his own fist.

He then looked at Nie Chi's corpse and shook his head. ”You were too fast.”

In today's Heavenly Selection ceremony, he had never thought about killing anyone.

But his opponent's blade had been too fast, his killing intent too vicious.

How could one convert strength into speed? How could utilize strength to its absolute limit?

Bie Yanghong had said to not be too deliberate.

Follow one's heart to move.

Follow one's heart to strike.

Although there had been no formal ceremony, Xuanyuan Po had once acknowledged Luoluo as his teacher, and Luoluo was Chen Changsheng's only female student.

On this basis, he belonged to the lineage of Xining Village's old temple. Moreover, he was a student of the Orthodox Academy and had lived together with Chen Changsheng for a long period of time.

Whether one followed one's heart or acted according to one's heart, it was all cultivating one's heart, and the heart was the only Dao in the world that could not be cultivated.

When he had said that his opponent's blade was too fast, it was not a sarcastic remark, but the truth.

The blade was too fast for him to consider, too fast for him to think. He could only move according to instinct.

No thought was necessary. Only by moving before thinking could one truly follow one's heart.

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