Novel Full Chapter 1075 - 1075: Take your Last-Breath!
Ten moves were exchanged between them, and by then Kent had already understood Shui Lan’s fighting style. It was nothing but a cat-and-mouse game. Shui Lan, clearly at a disadvantage in raw strength, relied on trickery and space displacement, appearing in clouds one instant and on the ground the next, barely escaping each time Kent’s sword reached him.
Kent, calm and collected, began weaving invisible traps across the battlefield. His movements were so subtle that not even Tang Zi Chen, watching with sharp eyes, could sense what he was doing. To the crowd, it appeared that Kent was simply moving without effort, defending Shui Lan’s blows with minimum strength.
Shui Lan vanished in a spiral of ripples and reappeared just behind Kent’s shoulder, whispering through clenched teeth, “Try and keep up, ocean prince.”
“Kshipra Vyomagati Bheda Shastra”
(Swift Skypath Piercing Weapon)
His spear drilled forward, a narrow comet of compressed flame and wind. The thrust was so thin it seemed to erase space itself.
Kent turned half a fraction, breath steady. “You keep mistaking speed for strength.”
“Shanta Sindhu Padma Kavacham”
(Calm Ocean Lotus Shield)
A petal-thin blue lotus unfolded from nowhere and bent the spearhead aside with a bell-like chime. Sparks hissed along the lotus veins and died.
Shui Lan clicked his tongue. “Tch. Cute trick.”
Twelfth attack.
He split into mirrored silhouettes, thirty reflections swinging the same spear in a strobing arc.
“Chitramaya Trishanku Bahu Bheda”
(Enchanted Mirage Manyfold Pierce)
Kent didn’t move. He only lowered his eyelids. “Mirrors are honest; users are not.”
“Varuna Nayana Darpana Bhanjana”
(Sea-God Eye Mirror Shatter)
A ring of watery light pulsed out. Twenty-nine phantoms folded into wisps; the last, the real one, rang against Kent’s waiting blade with a crisp tak.
Thirteenth attack.
Shui Lan laughed, hopped backward on a breath of air, and flung his voice across the arena. “Tang Zi Chen, still watching? Look closely—this is how you pressure a wave.”
He dove from the clouds like a heron.
“Agneyastra Vajradruma Patanam”
(Firebolt Thunder-Tree Descent)
His spear expanded into a flaming trunk mid-fall, branches whipping to cage Kent.
Kent’s eyes tracked only the shadows. “Branches are greed; trunks are pride.”
“Jala Dhvaja Eka Rekha Chheda”
(Water Banner Single Line Cut)
One pale line slid from his sword—the trunk split, branches fell like embers in rain.
Tang Zi Chen, narrowing his gaze, muttered, “He’s not… he’s… laying something?” Then shook his head, uncertain. Kent’s feet were still. His shadow, however, traced barely perceptible arcs around the sand.
The fight continued as Kent only used 10% of his full strength.
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Twenty-eighth attack.
Shui Lan hissed, furious. “Enough illusions!”
“Krodha Agni Mahat Mrigatrsna”
(Wrath-Fire Great Mirage)
The arena bent—crowd, sky, warding rings—all tilted into a swamp of heat. Kent’s horizon melted.
Kent’s jaw set. “Mirages are thirsty.”
“Sagara Hridaya Trishna Shamana”
(Ocean-Heart Thirst Pacification)
A slow pulse rolled out of him; reality re-leveled like a lake finding its true shore.
Twenty-ninth attack.
Shui Lan’s laugh turned thin. “So you do have a heart. I’ll carve it.”
“Rakta Shakti Hridaya Bhedanam”
(Blood-Power Heart Piercer)
The spear traced a sigil in air that sought not flesh but will.
Kent’s eyes hardened. “You need a map to find my heart.”
“Jaladhi Smriti Hridaya Rakshaka”
(Sea-Memory Heart Guardian)
A memory of tides surged, a thousand moon-pulls washing the sigil into harmless eddies.
Thirtieth attack.
Breathless now, Shui Lan forced a grin. “One more to wake you up.”
“Agnija Vajra Mandali Vidarana”
(Fireborn Thunder Circle Rending)
He became a wheel of spear and flame, teeth bared, whirling down on Kent’s crown.
Kent rolled his wrist once.
“Shitala Madhura Sindhu Parivarta”
(Cool Sweet Sea Reversal)
The wheel lost its axis, wobbling, forced to land wide.
Kent stepped aside and pressed his heel, gently, to the final unseen node of Arena Surface. He finished setting up the illusion trap beneath the surface, every hidden loop recognized each other, and the arena became a quiet snake of waiting.
Shui Lan didn’t see it. No one did—not even Tang Zi Chen, who stared and cursed himself for missing it.
The crowd roared, thinking the near miss a sign that Shui Lan had finally cornered the Kent King.
Thirty-first attack.
Shui Lan condensed everything—anger, speed, technique—into a simple, merciless line. No trick, no flourish. He took out the last treasure spear given by Red Face and released it with killing intent.
“Die.”
“Shuddha Rekha Antima Vadhabandha”
(Pure Line Final Killing-Bind)
The spear came like a decree, cold and righteous. For the first time, the air around Kent seemed to decide it would not be enough.
Kent tilted—just enough.
Finally, the thirty-first attack grazed past Kent’s side. The spear’s blazing edge nearly sliced him in two, but at the last instant he tilted his body, evading death by a hair’s breadth.
Shui Lan laughed mockingly, his voice amplified with arrogance.
“Why don’t you stop hiding? Take out your real weapon — your bow — instead of pretending with that fake sword!”
Kent’s gaze hardened. His voice dropped like the weight of the ocean.
“You’re not even worthy of my sword… and you still dare dream of my bow?”
Shui Lan sneered, waving his spear again. “Stop pretending to be some mysterious superpower! You’re nothing but a trickster hiding behind tricks!”
Kent chuckled faintly, as though enjoying the mockery.
“You’re running in circles all over the arena, afraid to fight me straight. Enough of this drama. Let’s end it here.”
His heavenly sword — the blade bestowed by the Sea God himself — suddenly pointed skyward.
CLANG!
At once, the invisible traps erupted. From every corner of the arena, chains of Nirvanic spirit fire shot forth like hunting beasts, glowing crimson-gold. They wrapped around Shui Lan’s body mid-air, binding his arms, legs, and chest before he could vanish into another displacement.
The crowd gasped in unison. Even the sixth elder’s face froze in disbelief. Not a single spectator — not even the syndicate elites — had noticed Kent laying these snares.
Kent leveled the tip of his sword at Shui Lan.
“Do you admit defeat… or must I make it clear?”
Shui Lan’s eyes flashed defiance. Closing them, he began chanting furiously. His body erupted in flames, transforming into a blazing figure like a fire god descending.
“Antar Agni Deva Prakash”
(Inner Fire God’s Radiance)
But no matter how violently his fire surged, the Nirvanic spirit flames of the chains dominated, burning brighter and suppressing his every attempt to break free.
Kent closed his eyes too, his sword still aimed to the sky, his lips whispering slowly:
“Vajra Garjana Rudra Shakti Pralaya”
(Thunderclap of Rudra’s Power Destruction)
The heavens answered.
RRRRUUUMMMBBBLLLEE!
Clouds spiraled into a blood-red vortex, lightning clawed across the skies. Sparky, the Lightning Dragon who had long been tied as Shui Lan’s suppressed pet, suddenly broke free, tearing apart the opposing beast with one thunderous bite.
Then, rising above the arena, Sparky roared. A colossal lightning dragon of pure crimson light formed, coiling around him like a twin. Together they whirled in yin-yang circles, enclosing Shui Lan in their storm.
Kent’s eyes gleamed like steel. “Any last words before you die?”
Shui Lan, veins bursting with fire, screamed, “I don’t yield!” He struggled, thrashing against the burning chains, but they did not break.
Kent’s voice became cold as the abyss.
“Then bow your head to the Death God. This is your last breath in this realm. May fortune greet your next birth.”
His hand gestured sharply — the signal for execution.
The twin dragons opened their maws, red lightning building into a cataclysm. The very air trembled, the arena ground cracked, and the crowd shrieked in fear, diving for shelter. Even the syndicate elders rose at once, erecting barriers to shield the spectators.
The glow blazed blinding white-red. The roar of thunder became unbearable.
And then—
BOOOOOMMMM!!!
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can Shui-Lan Survive, guys?!