Chapter 153: The Shadow of Death (6)
A cold light flashed, and Zhou Yan's sword flew out of his hand and inserted into the pillar behind Zhou Cheng's side; looking at Zhou Yan again, his right hand was hanging at his side, and bright red liquid was dripping from his fingertips. He seemed to have completely lost consciousness. It was not difficult to see how serious his injuries were.
Looking at Zhou Yan's disabled right hand hanging beside him, Zhou Cheng couldn't tell what he felt. Although he knew that injury was inevitable, or was this the best result? It was just a disabled right hand. In short, Zhou Cheng thought that this result was natural and had no doubts.
Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spit out. It was not Zhou Yan, but Zhao Ziheng? He bent down and sunk his sword into the ground to support his gradually weakening body.
Zhou Cheng frowned and said: "What's going on?"
Although Zhou Cheng had discovered and known about Zhao Ziheng's physical condition early on, he was still unclear about the reason. Why did he seem so shaky now when he had crippled Zhou Yan's hand with ease just a moment ago?
Wang Ye still didn't say anything. He closed his eyes tightly to prevent himself from seeing, as if he was enduring something. A muffled sound in his ears made him open his eyes, and he saw Zhao Ziheng kneeling on one knee and blocking Zhou Yan's flying kick with his sword, and then retreated several feet away. After he stopped, blood spurted out of Zhao Ziheng's mouth again.
Seeing this, Wu Yao could no longer was about to step forward, ignoring Wang Ye's obstruction. Unsurprisingly, he was blocked by Wang Ye again. However, this time Wu Yao didn't care about that and directly waved him away. Unexpectedly, Wang Ye didn't move at all? Wu Yao attacked in a hurry, but of course, he was no match for Wang Ye. Before he could see Wang Ye's movements clearly, he was restrained by him and couldn't move at all.
"Lord Wang, I don't know what you are thinking, but I must say that if this continues, the emperor will be in danger. You can sit back and do nothing, but I can't. I am under the general's orders to protect the emperor's safety as long as I have a breath left." Wu Yao rarely spoke with anger to Wang Ye, as if they were back to the beginning of their acquaintance.
This time, Wang Ye did not remain silent like before, but stared at Wu Yao for a long time, half-squinting his eyes as if he was thinking and sizing up Wu Yao, and then he slowly opened his mouth and said: "I don't know how much you have heard and how much you know from the general. In my opinion, you are not mature enough. There are some things you can be ignorant of, but you must know how to examine them. No one is allowed to interfere in this battle, including you and me. Do you understand?"
Wu Yao opened his eyes wide and could not utter a word. At first glance, Wang Ye's words sounded like a sermon, but Wu Yao, who had been with Wang Ye for quite a while, knew that there must be a reason why Wang Ye said such words. Even if he did not understand it now, he knew that he could no longer refute it, and he was even less able to do anything out of line to embarrass Wang Ye.
Seeing that Wu Yao's whole body had relaxed, Wang Ye loosened his hands. He knew that Wu Yao was still confused, but he didn't have time to explain too much now. As long as Wu Yao could understand his position, nothing else mattered.
Wang Ye and Wu Yao's words and deeds were all seen by Zhou Cheng and Shan Zhen. The two exchanged glances tacitly, but no one understood the meaning. This was normal, after all, Wang Ye and Wu Yao were colleagues who had worked together for a long time; however, both Zhou Cheng and Shan Zhen understood that Wang Ye and Wu Yao attached great importance to Zhao Ziheng's situation, and they would never watch Zhao Ziheng fall into danger, but not in the current situation.
Even Feng Qinghan was quite unhappy with this sudden change. He knew Zhao Ziheng's physical condition, but even so he did not want this result, and he did not want Zhao Ziheng to lose because of it. Just when he was thinking about what to decide, Zhou Yan and Zhao Ziheng came into conflict again.
Of the two people fighting now, even if Zhou Yan's right hand was disabled and his weapon was lost, he could still deal with the attack with punches and kicks; on the contrary, Zhao Ziheng couldn't do it. He knew very well that even standing was difficult, and it was already his best effort to dodge Zhou Yan's attack, let alone counterattack at the right time?
So far , no one could predict the outcome of this competition, because everyone knew that accidents could happen at any time, not to mention Zhou Yan and Zhao Ziheng, so it was even more difficult to speculate on the result, and no one could easily draw a conclusion; however, this competition finally came to an end due to an unexpected situation...
"No!!!!!"
“Yan!!”
Two voices sounded at the same time.
When Zhou Yan had the perfect opportunity to kill Zhao Ziheng, his movements suddenly stopped at the critical moment. In just a blink of an eye, Zhao Ziheng's sword pierced his chest...
Zhao Ziheng was stunned and struggled to stand and look at Zhou Yan. Of course he noticed that Zhou Yan's movements stopped instantly. Although he didn't understand why, he could no longer control the sword he swung, so he could only watch the blood overflow from the corner of Zhou Yan's lips, and then saw a faint arc appear at the corner of his lips, and finally slowly fell down in front of him... However, Zhao Ziheng no longer cared about Zhou Yan who fell down because his sword pierced Zhou Yan's chest, because at the same time as he pierced Zhou Yan's chest, he heard a familiar voice, a voice so familiar that it hurt him to the bone just thinking about it. He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. What he saw did not disappoint him, because what caught his eyes was the person who hurt him the most. Looking at her, he tried to curl the corners of his lips slightly upward, and his bloody lips moved slightly, but in the end, he couldn't make a sound.
