Chapter 890: The Fighter and the Sword

A vermilion star lit up silently in the firmament!

Divine radiance, like a ribbon, crashed down from the sky as if piercing the barriers of the world, and together with the other two divine path auras, it enveloped Chen Ling!

"There's another divine path??"

"Three divine paths descending to grant favor simultaneously—how is this possible?!"

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Chen Ling looked up in a daze. Three divine path stars were lined up above him, like three eyes from a distant world... watching him.

"Color like cinnabar, shape like glaze... There's no mistake, this is the 'Path of the Theatrical God'."

"The 'Path of the Theatrical God'? That's extremely rare... But what does he have to do with it?"

"Is he good at acting, or perhaps singing opera?"

"As far as I know, no... However, the younger brother he imagined is."

The three divine path stars appeared in the air, attracting the attention of most people present. But immediately after, in the void behind Chen Ling, pairs of scarlet eyes opened silently!

Anger and intimidation flowed from those eyes, like a writhing sea, and their target was the three divine path stars in the sky!

……

Thump—thump—thump—thump...

The sound of footsteps on the floor was like thunder, echoing one after another from behind. At such close range, it nearly shattered the eardrums of Jian Changsheng and the others!

The three of them turned to look, only to see those hair-raising "audience members" appearing extremely dissatisfied with their attempt to break the curtain. A terrifying pressure, like an invisible giant hand, threatened to crush them into pieces!

Pain appeared on the faces of all three. Their veins bulged, as if they were about to burst!

The hands that had been tearing open the corner of the curtain were gradually forced back...

……

CRACK—

A series of explosions came from beneath Chen Ling. The three divine paths that had been covering his feet were crushed by something, shattering inch by inch!

Everyone was stunned.

"What... what is going on? Can [Divine Favor] be withdrawn?"

"To finally obtain [Divine Favor] in a desperate situation, only to watch it retreat... What a pity."

The three divine paths gradually moved away from Chen Ling, leaving only the vast wind and snow to swallow the red-clad figure pinned to the bones...

Chen Ling stared blankly at the scene. After a long while, as if in total despair, he let out a miserable, self-deprecating laugh.

……

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

Jian Changsheng knelt painfully on the stage, glaring at the swarming, writhing scarlet eyes, and cursed loudly.

"World-ending, it's the aura of the world-ending," Sun Bumian said in a low voice. "It... is the legendary World-Ender."

"Then how can we resist it??"

"We cannot resist it... even if it's just a memory."

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

A rare bitterness appeared in Sun Bumian's eyes. "We can't save him... No one in this world can."

"BULLSHIT!!!"

Jian Changsheng was furious. "I didn't go through all this trouble to break the wall just to watch him get beaten up! Bumian! You saved me earlier, didn't you?! Now that the three of us are here, we can't change anything??"

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

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

“……”

Jian Changsheng was speechless.

……

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

"Of course, I should have guessed... Once I stepped onto the divine path, it meant there was a possibility of escaping your control. How could you possibly let that happen?"

"You'd rather I stay on this stage forever, becoming a marionette for your amusement..."

Chen Ling watched the divine paths retreat like a receding tide, his eyes filled with nothing but deep despair and madness.

"Come on, Qian!! You want to kill me, don't you? Do it!! Shoot me in the head! Remember, if you want to kill me for good, you have to shoot twice!!"

Chen Ling's roar echoed over the wind and snow.

……

Jian Changsheng turned his head and saw Chen Ling's hysterical state. His fists clenched involuntarily...

"Fuck it!!"

He turned his head sharply, ripped the silver pendant from his neck, and gripped the sheath like a small dagger in his palm.

He used the sharp edge of the pendant to pierce his own chest, then forced it downward to carve a bloody wound!

Scarlet blood poured onto the ground!!

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

"It's just a memory, what's there to be afraid of!" Jian Changsheng's eyes were bloodshot. He used the pendant to cut himself open, the pain unleashing his body's potential, and he stood up bit by bit under the pressure of the World-Ender...

"I refuse to believe this nonsense..."

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

[There was an unprecedented determination and resolve in Jian Changsheng's eyes.]

[If fate is an unstoppable bull, Jian Changsheng is the matador draped in a red cloth. He has fought his fate a thousand times, and even if he fails, he will crawl back up, stumbling.]

[He has fought his fate so many times, and he has never given up...]

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

[Absolutely impossible.]

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

The fighter's sword is unstoppable;

As the blade pierced the curtain, "luck" began to be consumed frantically. Jian Changsheng, covered in blood, gripped the hilt with both hands and forced it downward to cut the curtain open...

The curtain shattered bit by bit, and Jian Changsheng's pendant gradually wore down, but he had no intention of stopping.

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

[Chen Ling's life is a scripted play; there are no "ifs" in his life.]

[But this time, perhaps it was the fighter betting everything, perhaps the audience was moved, or perhaps everyone was looking forward to a new possibility...]

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

[This is the "if" of an "if."]

……

BANG—!!!

A thunderous roar came from the sky!

Qian Fan, who had just raised his gun to aim at Chen Ling's brow, felt the earth shake and looked up in a daze...

Rose-red, pitch-black, deep purple;

The three divine path stars in the sky, which should have faded away, shone with magnificent brilliance in this instant!!

The three divine paths crashed through the sky and the snow almost simultaneously, like unstoppable swords, enveloping Chen Ling, who was pinned to the bones... The surging aura swept across the land, knocking everyone in the courtyard to the ground!

This time,

the divine paths returned because of them.