Chapter 95: Leave no regret behind (2/2)

“Bora!”

Quite a few Holy Dawn students shouted in tremendous alarm. They could see that the kick had broken Bora’s entire right arm!

“You better concede the match.”

Watching Bora stand up once again with a pale face, looking at the light blue sword appearing in his left hand, Justin shook his head and added, “You only have your left hand left now, so your Illusion Sword’s already broken, plus your other arcane skills never had any effect on me from the start. There’s no meaning to you prolonging the fight.”

Everyone’s attention gathered on Bora.

Almost everyone felt that Justin’s words were correct, that it would be meaningless even if Bora were to persevere and continue the fight.

But Ayrin’s loud shout suddenly rose again just at this instant.

“Bora, do your best!”

“Bora, defeat him!”

“…” Stingham watched Ayrin desperately cheering for Bora, and suddenly couldn’t resist cursing him. “You, your heart’s really black. He clearly can’t beat him, yet you still have to encourage him, do you want him to get killed on the field?”

“At least I can’t leave any regret behind.” Under Ayrin’s cheers, his body slightly trembling, Bora lifted his head and suddenly said these words.

“What do you mean?” Justin was slightly surprised and confused.

“You and me are the same, neither of us have the gift of a special mighty bloodline.” Bora resisted his pain, looking at Justin. “But the more it is so, the more effort we should make, shouldn’t we? If you were in my shoes, would you easily throw in the towel in this fight? In the future, you would certainly have regrets when thinking back on it if you were to give up just like this, right?”

“You’re correct. I respect your choice.

“This is such a fight. No one wants to leave regrets behind.”

Justin’s face became solemn. He nodded and didn’t say anything else. The next second, his body melted into an iron blur, charging in Bora’s direction.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Several mournful sounds tore through the air.

When he was still five or six meters away from Bora, several black metallic blades flew out from his right fist. They didn’t shoot straight at Bora’s body, but shot separately at several spots beside Bora’s position.

Bora had accelerated just moments ago, but now he was forcibly compelled to a halt.

“Clang!”

The next instant, Bora’s sword in his left hand slashed on Justin’s left shoulder, but it was once again blocked by a patch of black metal that stuck to the blade of the sword at the same time.

“Boom!”

A somewhat apologetic expression flashed in Justin’s eyes. He released the accumulated power of his left arm and punched mercilessly. The moment he punched, his left arm actually became at least a full foot longer than usual.

“Crack.” Bora’s left arm also hung limply down.

“…”

The stands were still, basking in this unspeakably bitter atmosphere. With his two arms broken, Bora couldn’t continue the fight no matter how he tried.

However, Justin was filled with astonishment and a sense of danger in this instant.

The moment his punch broke the joints of Bora’s left shoulder, Bora kicked up ferociously with both his feet.

This seemed to be some kind of counter.

But the most important thing was, he was already shooting backwards from the recoil of the punch, and he believed that Bora could also tell that his feet couldn’t possibly reach his body. Kicking like this was entirely useless.

However, he felt an ice-cold feeling on his belly just at this moment.

“What!”

He abruptly narrowed his eyes. He immediately saw a bloodstain bloom outward on his belly. A length of light blue sword appeared along the sprinkle of his own blood.

“What’s going on?”

“Why is there another sword?”

“Did Bora sandwich a sword between his feet and pierce Justin?”

The entire stands instantly flew into an uproar, surging into an incomparable mess.

“What happened, boss!” Iron Forest Academy’s Wilde and the other team members also cried in disbelief.

“There were three swords!”

Ferguillo’s expression was icy-cold, but the most heartfelt respect glittered in his eyes. “He wasn’t holding one sword in his left hand, but two! He must have projected the third sword’s image on the second sword. At the end, he was already prepared for the possibility of both his arms being crippled, and planned to hold the last hidden sword between his feet and launch a counter attack.”