"Yes, today we were foolish, thinking that Shaolin could reform and return to how it was when Ye Jianxin was here. We... longed too much for that era, and we deserved to be deceived. But this martial world cannot go without a future," said the Wudang leader.
"Indeed... It's not that we didn't know, it's not that we didn't think about it, but if we retreat, there will never be another chance to gather," said the leader of Huashan.
Xiao Jianglong's voice came again:
"Brother, I will probably die here today, don't avenge me, silently train and become stronger! With your talent, there will be a chance to change the martial arts world in the future."
"Take the opportunity to escape, don't try to be a hero."
A secret transmission of sound.
These guys, without Inner Strength, still used all their effort to use their last breaths to tell me...
Don't be a hero, don't force yourself, don't avenge them, survive.
Liu Jianxin of course thought so, of course I'm going to run, do I need you to teach me?
But suddenly he felt...
A little strange.
His feet felt like they were filled with lead, difficult to lift.
He began to slowly understand some things.
These people actually knew there was a possibility of deception and manipulation. In truth, their hearts weren't only set on "going all out in a desperate fight."
They knew how to escape.
They just longed for this martial world to return to the way it should be. Relations between people shouldn't be all about schemes, it's not that they couldn't scheme, but they knew that such a world was too filthy.
Just like now, they hoped that what they were doing was what they wanted to do.
Make the escape amidst chaos.
Of course, that's a good thing, you foolish guys are willing to cover for me, so my chance of escaping is higher.
This is very good, couldn't be better...
But Liu Jianxin suddenly laughed at himself.
He felt he had become stupid.
He began to recall in his mind, the scenes of Xiao Jianglong tirelessly rescuing him these past days, began to recall the admiration he saw from the heroes yesterday.
What they admired wasn't wisdom, but courage.
Liu Jianxin really wanted to slap himself.
What are you thinking? None of my business? Surviving is what matters, to hell with mankind's ideals, the righteous path of heroes.
He immediately put on a facade of false sadness, wanting to say something polite.
But the next second, Xiao Jianglong shouted, with the last of his strength, standing heroically.
"Come! Today I, Xiao, will fight you scums!"
Liu Jianxin quickly turned around, seeing the tall back of Xiao Jianglong, standing opposite a group of monks with fat heads and big ears, opposite a host of peculiar-looking demons with strange weapons, lonely yet great!
At this moment, he felt his legs becoming even heavier.
Too many want to kill Xiao Jianglong and curry favor with the great demon Wen Xishu.
The first to step forward was the Abbot Xuan Yong.
Earlier, one palm from Xiao Jianglong made Xuan Yong break out in a cold sweat, but now, Xuan Yong's powerful Vajra Palm could take Xiao Jianglong's life!
Xiao Jianglong, true to the name of a tough guy, forced his true energy, going palm to palm.
With hardly any Inner Strength left, Xiao Jianglong was nearly blasted off the stage.
He spat out a mouthful of blood but showed no fear, only self-mockery:
"Blame my ignorance, to be injured by a villain like you today."
He was determined, ready to fight the Abbot to the death once more.
It was at this time Liu Jianxin heard the sound transmission.
"Go! Brother, go!"
Undoubtedly, Xiao Jianglong's death would attract everyone.
At this moment, Liu Jianxin also realized, there was no annoying sound urging him to make a decision, saying "Sword Spirit's voice".
He could leave freely.
But somehow, he just couldn't move.
Xiao Jianglong's actions along the way, foolish like an old man trying to change everything alone in the end times.
He couldn't believe that such a person existed in this world, foolish yet pure.
At this moment, Liu Jianxin made a "lowered intelligence" decision.
"Damn it, I want to leave too, do you need to tell me! If you didn't, I would have left without guilt!"
He inwardly cursed these raucous martial heroes for disrupting his Dao heart.
But what he truly said aloud was a sentence filled with anger:
"Hey! Sword Spirit!"
Not long ago, although Liu Jianxin found the Sword Spirit absurd, always suspecting it was someone's prank. But now, he couldn't bother with these thoughts.
He always remembered that sentence, [You can call me by shouting "Hey, Sword Spirit".]
He felt he didn't need it; walking in the martial world, he wouldn't let himself be in danger. He was different from those who play martial games.
But now, he could only seek help from the Sword Spirit.
Because he was amazed to find, deep down, he didn't want Xiao Jianglong to die.
The gathered heroes went silent.
Even the mob of demons was stunned for a second.
What the hell? Hey? Sword Spirit?
This kid is crazy? What's he doing? Is this a joke?
Jeering filled the air, even the heroes looked ashen, because Liu Jianxin's shout had effectively put himself in a perilous position.
How foolish this child is! Why doesn't he run? As long as there's life, there's hope, why be a hero here?
Liu Jianxin also felt, at this moment, a sense of déjà vu.
As if, long ago in a distant space-time, he decided to help someone, shouted a line, and drew everyone's ridicule just the same.
Inexplicably, he felt some panic. But the next second, a voice finally responded to him. The Sword Spirit did not abandon him!
[Received! Congratulations on making your life's first voluntary chivalrous act. Forget everything, pick up your sword, let's fight to the end today!]
The Inconstant Sword unsheathed, Liu Jianxin moved as if possessed, leaping onto the stage, standing in front of Xiao Jianglong, shielding him.
"Righteous Brother, it's my turn to protect you now."
The Inconstant Sword suddenly let out a crisp ring, Liu Jianxin looked at the Abbot in front of him, at the masses outside the stage. He also briefly regretted, why was he so impulsive?
But it was really brief, gone in an instant, then he no longer feared or was scared.
In this moment, Sword Qi and heroic spirit arose together, he bellowed like Xiao Jianglong:
"Come fight!"