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The crowd watched as the light emitted by Wang Chao's Tai Chi grew weaker, as if a storm were approaching or like a celestial dog devouring the sun. The brilliance faded at a visible pace, indicating that Zhang Fusheng's black dragon had gained the upper hand. Finally, the light in the sky vanished completely, plunging the surroundings into darkness, as if they had entered an eternal night.
A fierce wind howled, and the crowd seemed to hear the black dragon's roar. Then, the world brightened once more, but the black dragon charged directly at Wang Chao! Would history repeat itself? Lying on the ground, Da Qiang and Tang Feng coughed up blood, while Zhuang Peng collapsed in the distance, watching in horror as the black dragon lunged at Wang Chao with its fangs bared.
As the black dragon approached, the Panlong Blade on the ground began to tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, Wang Chao's eyes lit up as if he understood something. Since he had obtained the Panlong Blade years ago, every time it tasted blood, its red hue diminished slightly. Now, it had returned to its original appearance but still lacked something. In that moment of inspiration, Wang Chao resonated with the Panlong Blade and then flung his own blood onto it. The blade glowed with a vibrant red light upon contact.
The radiance was blinding. Wang Chao then saw the dragon coiling around the blade begin to move. It ascended into the air—a red dragon radiating intense killing intent—encountering the dark and sinister black dragon. They entwined in midair and collided violently. At this moment, Zhang Fusheng had to control the black dragon, but Wang Chao was already liberated!
At that instant, Wang Chao's Breathing Technique was nearing its limit! The previous battles and the activation of Tai Chi had nearly exhausted his internal energy. This was truly his final strike; if he could not defeat Zhang Fusheng, China would face annihilation! With this thought in mind, Wang Chao roared and charged at Zhang Fusheng. Meanwhile, Zhang Fusheng realized that if he did not quickly defeat this red dragon, Wang Chao's next attack would land squarely on him!
Suddenly, Zhang Fusheng let out a furious roar; his eyes turned completely black, devoid of any white—like a monster risen from hell. At that moment, the black dragon expanded dramatically, growing more than twice the size of the red dragon! It seemed intent on destroying the red dragon at all costs as it continuously crashed into and clawed at it. The red dragon struggled but could only fight back desperately.
Then, both dragons vanished into thin air. The crowd could still hear lingering echoes of their roars. In this clash, the Panlong Blade was utterly reduced to dust! Zhang Fusheng had become incredibly powerful; at that moment, Wang Chao reached Zhang Fusheng's side just as his black dragon dissipated in midair. Knowing this was likely their final confrontation, he abandoned all defense and reached out with a claw aimed directly at Wang Chao's head!
But an eerie scene unfolded: Wang Chao suddenly vanished before Zhang Fusheng's eyes without a trace. Startled, Zhang Fusheng wondered where Wang Chao had gone. In the next instant, he felt something pierce through his chest. Looking down, he discovered a Bone Knife had pierced through his heart.
Wang Chao's final move was also his most lethal one—capable of moving within four-dimensional space for a few seconds. For masters engaged in combat, those few seconds were more than enough.
Withdrawing the Panlong Blade, Zhang Fusheng collapsed to the ground; his heart was shattered. Even he could not survive such an injury—no one possessed Wang Chao's extraordinary vitality; not even Zhang Fusheng himself could withstand it. Wang Chao also sank to his knees beside Zhang Fusheng’s body. He had often contemplated Zhang Fusheng's death but never imagined it would come at his own hands.
"Wang Chao, I hope you won't hate me!" Zhang Fusheng murmured with closed eyes; his breath was faint yet he continued speaking: "After that day, I seemed to be controlled by my Inner Demon. Whenever I thought of Jian Xiaoqing, my anger became uncontrollable. I tried many methods to suppress it but none worked. A year ago, my Inner Demon grew stronger; for more than half of my time, I was under its control..."
As he spoke, blood spilled from Zhang Fusheng’s mouth yet he persisted: "I wanted to end my life but couldn't; my Inner Demon wouldn't allow my body to perish. I could only rely on you... In the end, my moments of clarity became fewer and fewer..." Suddenly understanding why Zhang Fusheng had deliberately shown him his techniques during their previous battles—why there had been that familiar feeling—Wang Chao realized that all of this was part of Zhang Fusheng’s struggle against his Inner Demon and that he hoped for Wang Chao to resolve it once and for all.
Zhang Fusheng could defeat anyone in the world, but ultimately, he could not defeat himself.
"I'm so happy, so happy. I finally don't have to resist anymore. It's too exhausting, truly too exhausting. I'm sorry for what I've done to Huaxia, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhang Fusheng had reached his final moments, his breath weak as he repeatedly uttered these words: "The ring, the ring is for you. They... they are innocent. With the ring, the last thing I leave for you is just... just this."
Wang Chao merely held Zhang Fusheng's hand, tears streaming down his face. Why had it come to this? Wang Chao no longer wished to think or ask. His internal energy had been completely depleted; at that moment, his body felt utterly fatigued, as if closing his eyes would lead him into a deep sleep. Zhang Fusheng smiled faintly and said, "In this life, being able to be your brother means a lot to me..."
"I feel the same..." Zhang Fusheng had already closed his eyes, quietly passing away.
Suddenly, Wang Chao recalled the words spoken by Old Master Zhang when he passed away years ago. He remembered them clearly, as if it were just yesterday. Zhang Fusheng represented life itself; life is fleeting and death is a rest. Life is inherently empty and uncertain. Wang Chao felt darkness enveloping him as he slowly closed his eyes, knowing that when he awoke, it would be a new day and the sun would rise again. Yet some people would never awaken.
"Life truly is as lonely as snow."
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