Free Web NovelChapter 720: Chapter 80: Lament of a Nation
The entrance of Han Zhan suddenly quieted the originally tumultuous stands.
Because at this moment, Han Zhan’s "identity information" was displayed on the electronic board.
"Han Zhan, Pure Beauty Paradise Toolman, Life Span Boxing Ring Level 3 Venue Management."
This is Han Zhan’s current identity.
And it is precisely this identity that made them feel a bit... absurd?
"Are you kidding? How is he supposed to fight Goddess Luo?"
"Is it because they couldn’t gather ten challengers that the Life Span Boxing Ring deliberately put its own employee on the ring to challenge and face certain death?"
"Damn it, give us our money back! This is rigged, give us our money back!"
For a moment, the voices of public outcry were rampant.
Originally happily munching on sunflower seeds and sipping beer, Luo Keyang suddenly felt a chill.
He quickly turned up his collar, trying to cover his face to avoid being discovered by the angry and discontented crowd in the stands.
Luo Heng saw this and his lips moved slightly.
Didn’t he know that wearing a white suit makes him very conspicuous among normally dressed people? Turning up his collar was more like an ostrich behavior... Luo Heng thought about this and glanced around.
Fortunately, most people’s eyes were fixed on the boxing ring, and amid various spotlights, no one cared about the commotion here.
"Sir, didn’t you say there would be no impact on the Life Span Boxing Ring..."
Luo Heng was about to say more, "Shh!" Luo Keyang turned his head and made a silencing gesture toward him.
"Don’t reveal my identity!"
Luo Heng: "..."
On the first boxing ring.
Han Zhan’s figure appeared below as the Ancient Divine Weapon Xuanyuan Sword solidified.
At his feet, sword qi surged into him like a long whale drinking water, making him look like a divine soldier drawn from its sheath, exuding a majestic aura!
Opposite him, holding the National Sorrow Sword, Luo Qiuhong’s eyes appeared an unnaturally eerie red.
The pupils shimmered with demonic red light, completely different from the Luo Qiuhong he had known.
Han Zhan knew that at this moment, Luo Qiuhong was already controlled by the awakened National Sorrow Sword, transformed into a puppet sword slave unable to control her own consciousness.
She looked up at Han Zhan and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, squinting as if she were a hibernating ancient fierce beast.
"I know about your deal with her." "Luo Qiuhong" spoke, her tone cold and eerie.
"Surprised, aren’t you?"
"Even though I’m recuperating, I can perceive what’s happening outside, and she, as a sword slave, doesn’t know this."
"Arrogant, self-righteous, cheap woman."
Such words coming from "Luo Qiuhong’s" own mouth had a strange feeling.
"So, you were just biding your time." Han Zhan looked at the National Sorrow Sword across from him and directly pointed it out.
"Exactly! You are a sword cultivator, following the Sword Dao; I also follow the Sword Dao. My Sword Dao uses sorrow as a path, and everyone who dies under my sword can fulfill my Sword Dao."
"And among them, sword cultivators are the best."
"So from the beginning, when you appeared on the stands, you became a prey I must capture!"
Listening to the other party’s confident tone, Han Zhan shook his head.
"Don’t speak so arrogantly; you actually have little confidence in defeating me."
"Luo Qiuhong didn’t lie to me about that."
The National Sorrow Sword snorted coldly, not denying it.
"Indeed, from the moment I discovered you, I knew you were a tempting prey, but such prey often possesses formidable strength. If not careful, the roles of hunter and prey would be reversed."
"But now, everything is different."
"I have continuously slain nine Tier Nine Ultimate Powerhouses. My Sword Dao, my Wound Position, has reached its peak state."
"Now, I have the power to defeat you!"
"Let me show you what true national sorrow is!"
As soon as "Luo Qiuhong" finished her sentence.
She suddenly released the National Sorrow Sword in her hand.
Vivid eerie eyes opened horrifyingly on the hilt, glaring angrily, releasing intense red light towards the surroundings like a wave spreading over the entire first boxing ring.
At the same time, the National Sorrow Sword fell straight towards the ground.
The tip of the National Sorrow Sword contacted the ground first.
The moment the tip touched, a circle of light red ripples spread outward from it.
Then the sword body, the blade, the hilt...
Every part of the National Sorrow Sword melted like blood and thoroughly blended into the ground and the expanding eerie red!
Standing there, Han Zhan felt a fishy wind blowing over.
Along with it came the pervasive smell of blood in the air.
The first boxing ring had disappeared.
Instead, an endless sea of blood flowed together forming an infinite ocean.
Skeletons in war armor were everywhere, with knives and swords protruding from their bodies, and remains and chunks of flesh floating on the sea of blood.
A true mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, nothing less.
The sky overhead turned abruptly dark red, the low western sun tinged with a hint of iron, not glaring but oppressive and heavy, making one feel suffocated just looking at it.
In the air, there was the faintest hint of battle sounds lingering, mixed with the clashing of metal and the undaunted shouts of warriors.
They seeped into Han Zhan’s ears from far and near.
To devote oneself to the esteemed lord, to die for national sorrow.
"This is... a domain!" Han Zhan, after seeing his surroundings clearly, understood the confidence behind the National Sorrow Sword.
A domain is a technique possessed only by gods.
But there are always some unparalleled geniuses who, even without reaching godhood, can wield something akin to a domain.
This allows them to remain invincible, crushing opponents of the same Realm.
The National Sorrow Sword is such an existence.
It transforms into the National Tragedy Domain with its sword, enveloping Han Zhan completely within it, intending to refine and kill him here!
In the boundless sea of blood, a skeleton clad in a battle robe and armor slowly climbed out of the blood sea.
In the hollow eyes, substantive green flames suddenly ignited.
Casually picking up a short knife slanted into the remains in the blood sea, it swiftly pounced towards Han Zhan, the "enemy general."
Han Zhan instinctively tried to summon his Spiritual Power to perform his talent means but found above his head, from the endless blood sea water, a dragon-flying phoenix-dancing "Prohibition" character was drawn.
This is a special domain of the National Sorrow Sword.
To stop sorrow with battle; only the purest blade and sword confrontation on the battlefield, talent means are forbidden.
This seemed to partly explain why those Tier Nine Ultimate Powerhouses previously fought with the National Sorrow Sword often couldn’t perform their talent means and died with regret.
More and more skeleton soldiers resurrected and attacked.
With an unnerving deep roar, the terrifying silhouette of a giant skeleton gradually emerged from the shadows at the rear of the battlefield.
It seemed to be the true form of the National Sorrow Sword!
