An Amber disciple swung his fist and hit Yan Ting on the face with all his strength, splattering a large amount of blood. Yan Ting staggered back and put one hand on a tree behind him to prevent him from falling to the ground.
His consciousness had long been blurred, and what supported him to continue fighting was everyone's hope for him and his own tenacious belief. Yan Ting's heart beat violently, and his knees suddenly softened and he knelt down.
Seeing this scene, Qin Feiling closed her eyes in pain. She didn't dare to watch anymore. People said that Yan Ting was irresponsible and disappeared without a trace several times after founding the Yan League, putting the burden on her shoulders.
, but what does she do mean nothing compared to Yan Ting? The only one who is still standing here to take one punch after another for everyone, isn't it Yan Ting?
Yan Ting's kneeling on the ground was undoubtedly a blessing from heaven to the remaining twenty people. Yan Ting's will was beyond their imagination. A half-dead body was able to carry more than thirty of them.
He attacked several people in turn, but he defeated seven of them.
However, that's the end of it.
The man who punched Yan Ting in the face showed an ugly sneer, his blood-stained face was hideous and terrifying. He raised his fist again and walked towards Yan Ting with difficulty, intending to end the battle with one punch.
"Yan Ting! Ah -" Mo Xuanzhang yelled, his back suddenly straightened up, hitting the tree trunk, and bounced towards the man through the tree trunk.
In this unexpected impact, the man was knocked away by Mo Xuanzhang, and the two fell to the ground.
Everyone was shocked. Even though his internal organs were severely injured, Mo Xuanzhang still had the energy to use this method to save Yan Ting once. Mo Xuanzhang vomited blood, and he was already severely injured when he fell.
The fragile internal organs were seeping blood faster, and he struggled painfully, but then his eyes widened, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and his limbs, which were obviously limp and weak, did not know where the strength came from at this moment, and he stood up in an instant.
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"Xuanzhang..." The great elder frowned.
However, even if Mo Xuanzhang stood up, he no longer had the ability to walk. He stood there blankly, using all his strength to support himself to stand up. Seeing that he still had the strength, the Amber Man decisively gave up Yan Ting's plan.
The half-dead body turned to attack him.
Compared to Mo Xuanzhang, the Amber Man's condition was obviously better. Although he was walking with difficulty, as if crawling, Mo Xuanzhang couldn't even move.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three consecutive punches hit Mo Xuanzhang's face. Mo Xuanzhang staggered and fell backwards. He had no strength to stand up again. His limbs were like dead objects frozen by thousands of years of ice, without any warmth or warmth.
strength.
Countless attacks fell on Mo Xuanzhang, one punch and one kick. Attacks that were usually not even worthy of scratching Mo Xuanzhang were like the death scythe that seduced his soul and threatened his life, dragging his consciousness step by step into the abyss.
However, Mo Xuanzhang still persisted. He did not lose consciousness. His eyes were just looking at Yan Ting, praying that he would open his eyes.
"If we continue fighting like this, even if we don't die, with the ability of Zhulu Academy, it will definitely take a huge amount of energy and price to cure the two of them. Is it worth it for the Yan League?" Yu Xiao's expression was solemn. If it was replaced by Amber, he was afraid that
Even he couldn't fight for his life like this.
But how did he know the obsessions in Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang's hearts.
Gu Feichun sneered sinisterly: "Huh, struggling to the death, it is best not to lose consciousness, being beaten to death is the best choice."
For him, who had long wanted to get rid of Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang, this ending was undoubtedly the best. Originally, he had not given up hope, but now it seems that these two people are very likely to be seriously injured and die.
Come, his goal will be achieved.
"Yanting, are you still awake?"
In Yan Ting's mind, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded. His eyes slowly opened and he saw a dark figure.
"Master..." A voice as weak as a mosquito came out of Yan Ting's mouth. His eyes were distracted, as if he would faint at any moment.
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The man in black robe faced him, his face hidden by the black robe was still unclear, but Yan Ting was extremely convinced that this was his master!
"Yan Ting, since you're still awake, why don't you go fight?" It's still the same instructive tone as when he was a child. Every time the man in black robe taught him how to break the killing curse, he would use this tone.
He speaks.
Yan Ting felt bitter in his heart, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master, I have no strength. This time... I really don't have the strength to fight anymore. I am so tired. Where have you been... for five months?
You disappeared for five months...I can't find you..."
"Yan Ting, how come you have no strength?" The man in black robe did not blame him for his incompetence. This was the first time he told the man in black robe that he couldn't do it anymore, but the man in black robe still smiled lightly and said: "Your
My friend, your brother is suffering for you, but you say you have no strength to fight, isn't this an act of cowardice?"
"I'm not a coward, but I've really reached my limit. Master, you also said that a person's ability is limited after all. My ability ends here." Yan Ting shed tears. He was not the first
This was the first time he felt so desperate, but this was the time that made him regret the most.
In response, the man in black robe did not scold Yan Ting, but walked to Yan Ting's side, stretched out his withered old palm, touched his blood-stained face, and said softly: "Everyone has his own limit, but
When faced with life and death, everyone's limits can be broken. Yan Ting, do you think you can't break your own limits?"
"Break the limit..." Yan Ting murmured softly, as if talking in his sleep.
"Go, your friend is using his last will to support you, and you have had enough rest!"
As soon as the words fell, the figure of the man in black robe disappeared without a trace!
Yan Ting suddenly opened his eyes. Not far away, Mo Xuanzhang was punched and kicked by seven or eight people. His body had collapsed. He closed his eyes and wondered if he had fainted.
Yan Ting gritted his teeth, stood up slowly with his left hand on the tree trunk, and walked towards the remaining Amber disciples step by step.
"Can he still stand up?"
The two people above the clouds, the top executives of Amber and the top executives of Yanmeng, these three parties were a hundred times more shocked when they saw Yan Ting, who had been kneeling and decadent, stand up again than when he was bombarded by a billion-dollar sledgehammer.
Sensing an aura approaching from behind, several people turned around to look, only to be hit by a fist in their faces. Yan Ting gave up all worries and used the only left fist he could wield to hit their faces with all his strength.
The three people fell to the ground, and those who besieged Mo Xuanzhang also turned around and attacked Yan Ting.
One person roared and hit Yan Ting on the forehead. Yan Ting took a step back, but the soles of his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. He only took one step back and then did not move back again. The man was unwilling to give in and punched Yan Ting's left face again.
This time, Yan Ting's head only tilted 60 degrees to the right due to the huge force, and he didn't even move back.
His eyes were like the death eyes of an abyss demon, staring at the man who punched him twice in succession. This man's mentality was broken. In this physical state, his ability to punch twice with all his strength was already the limit, but Yan Ting
What's the point of getting punched by him twice and it still doesn't matter?
"ah--"
For the third punch, this man seemed to be going beyond the limits of his body and punched Yan Ting's nose. Yan Ting raised his left hand, grabbed his fist tightly, and held it half a foot in front of Yan Ting's nose.
The Amber disciple whose fist was caught was trembling with fright, a look of panic flashed on his face, and he threw out another punch. Yan Ting's head lowered strangely, and the punch grazed the back of Yan Ting's neck.
Yan Ting suddenly let go of his left hand, rubbed the other person's arm along his shoulder, and then threw it out violently.
His left arm slapped the opponent's face. It seemed like an ordinary blow, but it was Yan Ting's final blow with hatred. The man took a few steps back and fell directly to the ground. He made a louder sound from his throat, lost all consciousness, and passed out.
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Just as Yan Ting was about to continue looking for the target, another person rushed up and hugged his lower abdomen, trying to knock him down. Yan Ting took a step back with his left foot and was stuck on the ground, with both hands
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When Fang Du tried his best, the effect of Di Bodhi's endurance and explosive power on Yan Ting showed. He struck the man's back with his left elbow, knocking him down in just two blows.
Yan Ting's mind went blank at the moment. He had forgotten all the moves. The only things he could move were his left hand and right foot. As for walking, he could only drag his left foot. But these two limbs became Yan Ting's sharp weapons in the fight.
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"Ah -" The rest of the people swarmed forward. They knew that with Yan Ting's condition, fighting alone, he could definitely knock them all down with his will, but if they rushed forward together, Yan Ting would never be able to stop them.
They were right. In the collision of nearly twenty people, Yan Ting fell heavily to the ground, and those twenty people fell to the ground with him. After they hit Yan Ting, they either failed to stand firm, or they
They bumped into one of their own, or were knocked out by Yan Ting and fell to the ground together.
Yan Ting was hit by this, his pupils turned white, and his consciousness was on the verge of extinction. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, but even this could not make his consciousness clearer. He bit the inside of his mouth, and his blood was like running water.
Dripping, trying hard to maintain the remaining faint consciousness.
He quickly got up, crawled towards a person like a turtle, pressed on him, and hit his face hard with his left fist.
This is not a battle where strength determines the outcome, but will.
With an explosion of will and endurance that exceeded the limit, Yan Ting seemed to have gained the power of returning to the light. In just a dozen breaths, he beat the Amber disciples who fell to the ground and could not stand up one by one until they were unconscious. The two barely stood up.
He got up and rushed towards Yan Ting, but he hit him with a backhand punch and his body rolled down.
Nearly twenty Amber disciples all fell to the ground.
Yan Ting was lying on someone's body. He closed his eyes and lay peacefully. In this world and time that belonged to him alone, no one disturbed him or interfered with him. He could sleep freely and freely.
Rest without any worries.
"Yan Ting! Stand up, we won, we won..."
"Yan Ting, don't sleep, don't sleep. I'm taking you to the Holy Doctor's Room now. Don't fall asleep. Please, okay..."
"Yan Ting, eat this. Please open your mouth and eat this. Yan Ting, I beg you..."
"Leader, we won, wake up, wake up..."
In his sleep, he seemed to hear Qin Feiling's heart-rending cry, Xiao Chengfan's desperate roar, Xiang Xinyue's desperate cry, and the sobbing sounds of the brothers in the Yan Alliance.
Is this an illusion, the last sound in the world that can be heard before death?
Qin Feiling carefully picked up Yan Ting, crushed a pill and smeared it on his ulcerated lip. It turned into a ball of fleshy foam, which was bitten by Yan Ting in order to retain the last trace of consciousness.
Yan Ting's closed eyes suddenly relaxed a little, and he saw Qin Feiling's pale face. This was the first time that Qin Feiling cried so loudly in front of him.
"We...we...won...did..."
A weak sound came from Yan Ting's mouth. It was not a sound at all, but words squeezed out from his throat. The pronunciation of each word was almost completely changed.
But Qin Feiling heard it very clearly. She hugged Yan Ting gently and nodded frequently. She couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes and said: "We won, we won. I will take you to the Holy Medical Room. Don't sleep."
, don’t sleep…”
"It's good to win... I'm... so... tired... ah..."
"Finally...can...get...a...sleep..."
On the other side of the sky, behind the clouds, a black figure stayed there. He quietly watched the battle, and then left quietly. No one noticed his existence, as if he had never been here.
But when he left, two lines of tears fell from his eyes.