In a state of sacrifice, Long Haochen had entered a strange realm, as if resigned to death. His own potential was being developed to the extreme.

Actually, he was carrying medicine given to him by Lin Xin, and he could have used the medicine to improve his cultivation. However, his opponent hadn’t even summoned a mount out of fairness, so how could Long Haochen rely on medicine to compete? Under the immense pressure from Yang Wenzhao, he comprehended sacrifice and unleashed it instantly. At that moment, the various Retribution Knight skills he had practiced for the past five years seemed to completely merge together.

Yang Wenzhao sighed inwardly. At his chest, specks of blue light floated out, each speck appearing to contain a glittering luster, like a blue gem flying out. They collided with Long Haochen, who was descending from the sky.

A Spiritual Furnace!

He was confident in receiving Long Haochen’s attack, but if he took it head-on, he would surely be injured. Yang Wenzhao’s goal wasn’t just to pass this round; he wanted to win first place in both the Knight competition and the Demon Hunt Squad selection finals. At this time, how could he allow himself to be injured?

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom… a series of explosions resounded continuously above Long Haochen’s spiraling form. Each speck of blue crystalline light that flew out and collided with his body created a powerful explosion, and each explosion reduced the golden-red light on Long Haochen’s body by half, slowing his rotation speed.

By the time Long Haochen was able to get close enough to attack Yang Wenzhao, his Dou Sha Spinning Round Sword was no longer able to maintain its form.

Boom – the two of them retreated simultaneously. Yang Wenzhao retreated three zhang (approx. 10 meters), opened his mouth and spat out a faint golden mist, his chest rising and falling, breathing slightly heavily.

In the distance, Long Haochen stood there, his swords propped on the ground, the red in his eyes gradually fading, and all his spiritual power dissipating. However, he still stood tall, his back ramrod straight, gazing at Yang Wenzhao, his face as golden as paper, blood constantly overflowing from his mouth and nose.

“You forced me to use the Star Sea Spiritual Furnace to withstand your attack. I admire you. If you and I were the same age, I might not be able to win against you so easily.” Yang Wenzhao gave Long Haochen a thumbs up. “I look forward to fighting you again after you have a mount.”

“The match is over, number one wins,” the referee announced with a slightly anxious voice. Immediately afterward, a white light with specks of silver stars fell from the direction of the podium, instantly illuminating Long Haochen.

Holy Healing Technique, a 7th-rank Guardian Knight healing skill.

Specks of silver stars, bathed in the holy light, entered Long Haochen’s body, stabilizing his qi and blood, and healing the injuries in his internal organs.

“Haochen,” the referee announced the end of the match. At the same time, the barrier surrounding the trial arena dissipated, and Ye Hua rushed into the arena as quickly as possible, hugging Long Haochen, who was barely standing.

A mouthful of blood spurted out. Despite being bathed in the Holy Healing Technique, Long Haochen slowly collapsed into Ye Hua’s arms, falling into a coma. However, no one noticed that at his chest, a faint layer of white light was gently fluctuating.

In the corner, Han Yu stood there, not having moved for quite a while. Long Haochen had ultimately lost, losing to Yang Wenzhao. However, even if he had lost this match, he was still gloriously defeated!

A Spiritual Furnace, they both actually had Spiritual Furnaces. This alone made Han Yu feel as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, making it difficult to breathe.

What skill did Long Haochen use? He recognized Sacrifice, but he didn’t know about the skill that made his body like a sword wheel. He wondered, if it were him, without using his mount’s abilities, could he have won against Long Haochen’s skill used in the Sacrifice state?

Han Yu didn’t want to think about the answer, because he already knew what it was. Losing to him wasn’t unjustified. More importantly, he was only fourteen years old, fourteen years old!

Many times, character can determine success or failure. Another person might have become depressed because of the setback, but Han Yu’s never-say-die nature instead led him to gain some clarity at this time. He suddenly understood some of his grandfather’s painstaking efforts.

Yes, a young man who was only fourteen years old and whose cultivation was already able to compete with fifth-rank knights, where would his future achievement limit be? He was almost eight years older than him, and age was an insurmountable gap. How difficult would it be to catch up to him? Similarly, with such great potential, his future growth and experiences were unimaginable. Following him would not only allow him to become a member of the Demon Hunt Squad, but also accompany him through many things. Perhaps, this was truly his best choice.

The original reluctance and pain in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by determination. Once he had set his sights on a goal, he would never let himself deviate from the path. The existence of a super genius like Long Haochen was in itself a constant motivation for him.

Cai’er stood quietly on the street. She had arrived early in the morning, feeling the increasingly warm sunlight shining on her. Her brow was filled with tenderness.

Whenever she thought of her conversation with Long Haochen yesterday, she couldn’t help but feel her heart racing. She was an assassin, and such emotions shouldn’t exist within her. However, she couldn’t help but think of everything about him.

His hands were slender and strong, his palms wide and thick. Every time he held her hand, his palms were warm, enveloping her hands. She liked the feeling of being protected. From childhood to adulthood, she had never had such an experience before.

She would never forget when they first met, when Long Haochen, who was only nine years old, used his thin body to shield her. At that time, he was so weak. However, a person’s courage and kindness are forever unrelated to strength. Even if it were an adult, would they be willing to protect her like that at that time?

She had been impulsive when she gave away the Forget-Me-Not ring that was so important to her, but she trusted her intuition.

Actually, she hadn’t thought that she would meet Long Haochen again one day, but she still gave the ring away without hesitation. Forget-Me-Not, she didn’t know if this was what she was saying to herself or what she wanted him to understand.

From childhood to adulthood, she had always lived in a cold world. Warmth was an emotion to her, and she had only ever experienced that emotion from Long Haochen.

Holding his hand every day, walking this not-so-long road, was the happiest experience Cai’er had ever had. The anticipation in her heart was even stronger than his. Compared to this happiness, the Demon Hunt Squad selection seemed insignificant.

Thinking of the selection, a trace of a smile appeared on Cai’er’s delicate face hidden behind her veil. He had said that he would always hold her like that and protect her. In the finals, she would help him do it.

A blind person who has lost their sight is undoubtedly in pain, but a blind person’s inner world is much richer than that of a normal person. Their imagination is far beyond what normal people can compare.

Cai’er was just quietly reminiscing about the bits and pieces between her and him, immersed in this happiness as she waited. Waiting for his arrival to wake her up, and then let him lead her by the hand on that road bathed in warmth and tenderness.

Time gradually passed. She stood there quietly like a sculpture. The warmth of the morning sun gradually turned into the heat of noon. She felt no anxiety, only waited quietly.

He didn’t come. He still didn’t come.

Until the warmth was gone, and a slightly cool breeze blew on her face, Cai’er shivered lightly.

How long has it been? This should be the cool breeze that comes in the evening. She had been in Holy City for some time, and her judgment in this regard would not be wrong.

He didn’t come? Why didn’t he come? Could it be that he regretted it? A layer of heartbreaking mist gradually filled Cai’er’s eyes.

He will come, he will definitely come. Cai’er’s hand holding the green bamboo cane gradually tightened, and the knuckles could clearly be seen gradually turning white.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and the night quietly permeated the streets and alleys of Holy City. The temperature became even cooler, but it couldn’t compare to the chill in Cai’er’s heart. Her petite body looked so lonely and desolate, as if she was completely enveloped in shadow.

Why, why don’t you come.

A tear quietly slipped down Cai’er’s face. He wouldn’t come. The night was already deep.

Slowly turning around, Cai’er walked a little staggeringly towards the hotel where she was staying.

Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes slightly widened. He, he was going to participate in the competition today. Could it be that he had an accident during the competition?

Thinking of this, all the coldness in Cai’er’s heart turned into anxiety. For some reason, she would rather he had regretted his promise yesterday than for him to have any accident.

Something must have happened. The next moment, Cai’er affirmed her judgment. Recalling the various things that had happened between her and Long Haochen, she suddenly felt a sense of shame. Concern caused confusion. She was being too narrow-minded. With his character, not to mention whether he would go back on his word, even if he really did, would he avoid seeing her? No, definitely not.

The green bamboo cane tapped on the ground, and the stumbling under her feet disappeared. Soon, she disappeared into the vast night.

Half an hour later.

Cai’er sat quietly on the chair in the room, still holding the green bamboo cane in her hand, but the chill emanating from her made the room temperature at least ten degrees colder than the outside.

Three meters in front of her, a person cloaked in black clothes whispered: “That’s how it is. Long Haochen received the Holy Healing Technique treatment from a powerhouse in the Knight Temple. His life should be safe, but he is likely to have damaged his vitality. Whether he can participate in the upcoming finals is still unknown.”

“You may leave,” Cai’er’s cold voice seemed to freeze the air.

“Yes, your subordinate will take his leave.” The man in black quickly exited the room. After he left, he felt as if his blood was about to congeal because of the chilling murderous aura released by Cai’er.

(To be continued)

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