Chapter 1281: Chapter 1280: Brothers Locked in Mortal Combat
Jieteās eyes shimmered with sadness. He still remembered what Ji Long had said to him back then, that they must follow the true heart of a warrior and use their lives to protect Siteli!
But now... Jieteās heart was filled with disappointment and desolation. The life in Blood Howl Camp had completely changed Ji Long, making him utterly lose his honor, his promises, and his persistence!
And just now, Ji Long had personally lured the people of Blood Howl Camp over. A killing intent flashed in Jieteās eyes. Since Ji Long had completely changed, he would no longer consider Ji Long a brother.
"Kill!" Jiete growled low, without saying more, and charged straight towards Ji Long.
Ji Long was startled. He hadnāt expected Jiete to charge so suddenly, but after a brief panic, he quickly steadied himself: "Jiete, I know your strength very well. We are about equal. Trying to kill me is simply wishful thinking!"
With that, a longsword appeared in Ji Longās hand, and he engaged in a battle with Jiete.
The Bright Saintess looked at Ling Feng and said, "Ling Feng, arenāt you going to help Jiete?"
Ling Feng shook his head and said, "This is their battle, it concerns their beliefs, I will not interfere! Besides..."
Saying this, Ling Feng glanced around and said, "If I interfere now, weāll be surrounded and beaten!"
Because all around, several powerful opponents were lurking, each with late Divine Realm cultivation. However, none of them had appeared, obviously waiting for Jiete and Ji Long to determine a winner before showing themselves.
The Bright Saintess also sensed these presences, and couldnāt help but turn pale: "Why are there so many experts? What should we do now?"
Ling Feng patted the Bright Saintessās shoulder and said, "When soldiers come, we block them, when water comes, we cover it with soil, what is there to fear? If worse comes to worst, weāll enter the depths of Crying Ghost Valley. Iām actually quite interested in that place now."
The Bright Saintess frowned and said, "You didnāt have this in mind all along, did you? I donāt want to go in. According to Jiete, itās even more dangerous inside than outside!"
"Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving!" Ling Feng smiled and said, "Moreover, these people are not our match. I also know that besides Ghost Hand, there should be other War Generals from Blood Howl City Master, though I donāt know who they are!"
Last time, in order to quickly rescue the Bright Saintess, Ling Feng used the power of the Mo Yu Sword, but actually, he preferred to use his own strength in battle, partly to gauge his true abilities, and partly to continuously improve through battle.
This time, a War General with strength comparable to Ghost Hand might appear, and Ling Feng certainly wouldnāt miss this opportunity! Even if heās not their match, thereās still the Mo Yu Sword and Crying Ghost Valley as backup plans, so Ling Feng felt no worry, even a bit of eager anticipation.
Ling Fengās guess was correct. Although they had killed Ghost Hand, Blood Howl City Master wouldnāt personally lead a team to hunt them down. In the City Masterās mind, they werenāt worth it!
So this time, Blood Howl City Master dispatched another War General, a peak Divine Realm expert with the nickname Shenyan, to lead Blood Howl Camp.
"What? Found them?" A tall, scarred man, several miles away from Ling Feng and the others, said excitedly: "Finally found them. I want to see what kind of people can kill Ghost Hand. Lead the way!"
Meanwhile, the battle between Jiete and Ji Long had reached a fever pitch. They had long forgotten everything, putting all their might into every move without holding back!
However, Ling Feng also saw that Jieteās strength was indeed a bit lacking compared to Ji Long. If this continued, Jieteās defeat would be imminent.
"Jiete, youāre no match for me!" Ji Long laughed wildly and said, "Show your ultimate move, or you wonāt stand a chance!"
A look of anger appeared on Jieteās face: "Damn it, taste my Thunderbolt Slash!"
With that, Jiete and his longsword turned into a Thunder Flash and charged towards Ji Long.
The corners of Ji Longās mouth curled into a sinister smile: "Iāve been waiting for this move. Witness my Sword Sweep Nine Provinces!"
A wave of his longsword conjured countless sword blossoms before Ji Long, each blossom carrying tremendous power.
"All style, no substance!" Ling Feng, seeing this scene, couldnāt help but sneer disdainfully.
In the path of Sword Dao, Ling Feng was quite an adept, and he could see that although Ji Longās moves were dazzling, they were full of flaws, and he wasted a lot of energy needlessly.
"But, whether you can exploit this flaw depends on your insight!" Ling Feng murmured to himself, looking at Jiete.
Bang, bang, bang, three consecutive heavy strikes followed by a puff sound as Ji Longās longsword pierced Jieteās chest, grazing past his heart.
"You... you actually... didnāt dodge!" Ji Longās eyes widened, and he clutched his own neck, but the blood still gushed out, quickly soaking his entire body.
Jiete withdrew his longsword and coldly said, "Iāve told you many times, your moves are too fancy, which leads to insufficient power. Iād never expected youād never change this habit!"
"What happened?" The Bright Saintess first cast a Healing Power of Light on Jiete and then asked Ling Feng, puzzled: "How did it suddenly end?"
Ling Feng explained: "I mentioned before, Ji Longās moves contain a lot of superficial elements, which dilute the power of the moves. He and Jiete are about evenly matched, even if one is stronger, itās only by a slight margin. If they clash, the most likely outcome is mutual offsetting."
"However, Jiete didnāt let Thunderbolt Slash and the sword blossoms cancel each other out. Instead, he used his body to bear the final sword blossom, saving Thunderbolt Slash to attack Ji Long!" Ling Feng sighed and said, "Ji Long lost because he wasnāt ruthless enough. He never expected Jiete would risk his life to achieve mutual destruction!"
Only at this moment did the Bright Saintess realize, and a hint of admiration appeared in her gaze towards Jiete. Being ruthless to others isnāt much of a skill, but someone ruthless to themselves is truly fearsome.
With a thud, Ji Longās neck was half-severed by Jiete, and he died without a breath left. Jiete looked at Ji Longās corpse, and a trace of sorrow flickered in his eyes. Although Ji Long had changed, they were once brothers, trained and fought together.
And now, with his brother dying by his own hand, Jieteās heart was indeed in turmoil.