Chapter 890: The Fighter and the Sword

The Fighter and the Sword

A vermilion-colored star silently lit up in the sky!

Ribbon-like divine radiance, like a barrier piercing through the world, crashed down from the sky with a rumble, and together with two other Divine Path Auras, enveloped Chen Ling within!

"There's another Divine Pathway??"

"Three Divine Pathways descending their favors at the same time, how is this possible?!"

Amidst everyone's exclamations, Chen Ling blankly raised his head to look. Three Divine Path Stars were lined up side-by-side above him, like three pupils from a distant world... They were looking at him.

"The color is like cinnabar, the shape like colored glaze... There's no mistake, this is the [Path of the Actor]."

"The [Path of the Actor]? That is quite rare... But what relationship does he have with the [Path of the Actor]?"

"Is he very good at acting, or Singing?"

The appearance of three Divine Path Stars high in the sky attracted the attention of the vast majority of people present. But immediately after, in the nothingness behind Chen Ling, pairs of scarlet pupils silently opened!

Anger and intimidation flowed from those pupils like a writhing sea, and their target was precisely the three Divine Path Stars in the sky!

...

Thump——Thump——Thump——Thump...

The sound of feet stepping on the floor was like thunder, echoing one after another from behind. At such a close distance, it nearly shattered the eardrums of Jian Changsheng's group of three!

The three turned their heads simultaneously, only to see that the scalp-numbing Audience members seemed extremely dissatisfied with their action of breaking open the curtains. A terrifying Oppressive Aura, like invisible giant hands, sought to crush their bodies into pieces!

Pain surfaced on the faces of Jian Changsheng's group of three at the same time. Their blood vessels bulged one by one, as if about to burst!

The palm that had originally torn open that corner of the curtain was also gradually forced to withdraw under the pressure...

...

Crack——

Bursts of explosive sounds came from beneath Chen Ling. The three Divine Pathways that were covering his feet just a moment ago seemed to be squeezed by something, shattering inch by inch!

Everyone was stunned.

"What... what is this situation? Can [Divine Favor] even be withdrawn?"

"Finally obtaining [Divine Favor] in a desperate situation, only to helplessly watch them retreat... What a pity."

The three Divine Pathways gradually distanced themselves from Chen Ling, leaving only the vast wind and snow, submerging that red-clad figure nailed to death upon the bones...

Chen Ling blankly watched this scene. After a long time, as if completely in despair, he gave a miserable, self-abandoning laugh.

...

"Damn it... just what the hell is this thing?!!"

Jian Changsheng painfully knelt on one knee on the Stage. His eyes glared angrily at those swarming, writhing scarlet pupils, and he cursed loudly.

"World-Ending, it's the Aura of World-Ending." Sun Bumian said in a deep voice, "It... is that rumored World-Ending entity."

"Then how can we resist it??"

"We cannot resist it... Even if, this is just a segment of memory."

"Then what about Hearts?? He's still down there! Now he has nothing left!"

Bitterness rarely surfaced in Sun Bumian's eyes. "We cannot save him... No one in this world can save him."

"Bullshit!!!"

Jian Changsheng flew into a rage, "I spent so much effort smashing this wall open, not to watch him get beaten! Bumian! Didn't you just save me as well?! Now that the three of us are here, yet we can't change anything??"

"Is he the same as us? Don't you see what's in his fate??" Sun Bumian pointed at that writhing scarlet,

"Tell me, how are you going to deal with this guy?"

"..."

Jian Changsheng was left speechless.

...

"... It's you guys again." Chen Ling laughed miserably,

"True, I should have thought of it long ago... The moment I step onto a Divine Pathway, it means there is a possibility of escaping your control. How could you possibly leave it be?"

"You wish I would stay on the Stage forever, becoming a marionette for your amusement and entertainment..."

Chen Ling looked at the Divine Pathways retreating like a tide, only deep despair and madness left in his eyes,

"Come on, Qian!! Didn't you want to kill me? Do it!! Shoot at my head! Remember, if you want to completely kill me, you have to shoot twice!!"

Chen Ling's hoarse roars echoed over the wind and snow.

...

Jian Changsheng looked sideways and happened to see Chen Ling's hysterical appearance. His fists subconsciously clenched...

"Fuck it!!"

He jerked his head around and forcefully tore off the silver pendant from his neck. He held the Scabbard in a reverse grip like a small Dagger.

He used the sharp edge of the pendant to pierce into his own chest, then forcefully sliced a bloody gash downwards!

Scarlet fresh blood poured onto the ground with a splash!!

"Spades, what are you doing??" Sun Bumian's pupils contracted slightly.

"Isn't it just a segment of memory? What's there to be afraid of!" Jian Changsheng's eyes were full of bloodshot veins. He used the pendant to cut open his own stomach and chest. The pain caused his body to burst forth with potential, and he stood up bit by bit under the Oppressive Aura of World-Ending...

"I simply refuse to believe in this heresy..."

"He changed my fate once... This time, it's my turn."

[Unprecedented determination and resoluteness are in Jian Changsheng's eyes.]

[If fate is an unstoppable brute bull, Jian Changsheng is a fighter draped in red cloth. He has fought with his own fate thousands of times. Even if he fails, he will stagger and crawl back up.]

[He has fought with his own fate so many times, never once giving up...]

[This time, you want him to kneel and submit to Chen Ling's fate?]

[Absolutely impossible.]

Jian Changsheng roared and charged towards the slowly healing curtains. The silver pendant in his hand was like an unstoppable sword, and with all his might, he thrust it into the gap in the curtains!

The fighter's sword is unstoppable;

As the tip of the sword pierced into the curtains, "Destiny" began to be frantically consumed. Jian Changsheng grabbed the hilt with his blood-covered hands, and forcefully sliced downwards, cutting open the curtains...

The curtains were shattering bit by bit, and Jian Changsheng's pendant was gradually wearing down, yet he showed not the slightest intention of stopping.

Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua's pupils contracted in disbelief...

[Chen Ling's life is a pre-arranged Script. There are no 'ifs' in his life.]

[But this time, perhaps it's the fighter gambling everything, perhaps the Audience is moved by it, or perhaps everyone is looking forward to a new possibility...]

[And thus, a brand-new page appeared in his fate.]

[This is the 'if' of 'if'.]

...

Bang——!!!

A loud noise like thunder came from above the heavens!

Qian Fan, who had just raised his gun muzzle and aimed at the center of Chen Ling's brow, only felt the earth shake. He blankly raised his head and looked up...

Rose red, pitch black, deep purple;

In that instant, the three Divine Path Stars in the sky that were supposed to fade away became grand and resplendent!!

Three Divine Pathways smashed through the heavens and the wind and snow almost simultaneously, like unstoppable swords, enveloping Chen Ling, who was nailed to death on the bones... The agitating Aura swept across the earth, flipping everyone inside the Courtyard to the ground!

This time,

The Divine Pathways returned because of them.