Chapter 2214 - 2211: Confessions of the Heart
Chapter 2214: Chapter 2211: Confessions of the Heart
"So that’s why I’m dealing with you—because your existence is blocking our path." The cloaked man said lightly, "So, my apologies, but today the White Stone Tribe will be erased from this world."
"What a big mouth. Aren’t you afraid the wind will snap your tongue?" Shi Yue said coldly. He pointed his massive rock fist at the cloaked man and said, "Come on, let me see how strong you really are!"
"You’re not my match." The cloaked man spoke, then looked toward the tribe. "I sense there’s another very powerful guy in your tribe. Let him come out."
Shi Yue’s face showed a trace of anger. He knew exactly who the cloaked man was talking about—after all, he had just lost to Ling Feng.
"You dare look down on me?" Shi Yue roared, then suddenly charged at the cloaked man. "Explosive Flame Fist!"
Violent flames burst out around Shi Yue’s fist as he smashed a punch toward the cloaked man.
The cloaked man didn’t move. A huge Ice Wall appeared in front of him. With a loud boom, Shi Yue’s fist slammed heavily into the Ice Wall, triggering a fierce explosion, but the rebound force blasted Shi Yue back dozens of steps, while the Ice Wall didn’t show the slightest change.
"You have Innate Divine Strength, but right now you haven’t fully awakened the Divine Power in your body." The cloaked man said, "Your tribe’s Cultivation Technique is incomplete, it can’t bring out your potential at all. Come with us—I can make you the strongest in this world."
"Like hell I’d want that!" Shi Yue bellowed and charged again, but this time, the cloaked man didn’t hold back.
His right fist blasted out, and the Ice Wall transformed into a gigantic fist that smashed straight into Shi Yue.
With a heavy boom, Shi Yue crashed hard into the ground, blasting out a deep crater.
"Brother Shi Yue!"
"Hurry, save Brother Shi Yue!"
...
"Nobody come over!" At this moment, an angry roar rose from the crater, halting everyone’s steps.
Yu Rujiao stared nervously at the figure climbing out of the pit. At this moment, the rock Armor on Shi Yue’s body was crisscrossed with cracks, and in some places blood was already seeping through.
"War God!" Yu Rujiao looked toward Ling Feng, a trace of pleading in her eyes.
Ling Feng shook his head. "I’ll keep Shi Yue Undying, but... before he loses his will to battle, I cannot make a move. Because this is his battle, his belief. I have to respect him—he’s a true warrior."
Yu Rujiao lightly bit her lip. She understood what Ling Feng meant, and turned her gaze back to Shi Yue.
"Huh? You can still stand? Not bad, looks like your potential runs deep." The cloaked man said, slightly surprised.
Shi Yue staggered to his feet. "Heh, maybe it’s just that your punch is too weak. Look, I barely felt a thing."
"If you want to erase our White Stone Tribe, you’ll have to get past me first." Shi Yue said coldly. "As long as I’m still standing, I won’t let you harm a single person in my tribe."
"What a stubborn, hard-headed guy." A trace of thin anger appeared on the cloaked man’s face. He really had held back just now, but he hadn’t expected this fellow to be so ungrateful.
"Since that’s how you want it, then I won’t be polite." The cloaked man said coldly, "Fist of Ice!"
He pressed his hands together, and two cold streams appeared beside him, forming into two frozen giant fists at his sides. "Hundred Flowers Boxing Technique!"
The two giant fists shot out like meteors, crazily pounding into Shi Yue’s body.
Under this flurry of chaotic blows, Shi Yue had no way to fight back. All he could do was continuously draw on the rock power of the earth, constantly forming new Armor.
But the power of the Fist of Ice was simply too great. After several hundred punches, the Armor on Shi Yue’s body completely shattered, and he himself crashed to the ground like a torn sack.
"Brother Shi Yue!" Yu Rujiao cried out in alarm. She rushed forward, lifting Shi Yue’s head into her arms. "Are you stupid? Why are you fighting this hard?"
"Because... I want to protect the tribe, protect... you. I don’t want you... to become a captive. I... want you to be happy, free, and... joyful." Blood gushed from Shi Yue’s mouth, his voice almost inaudible. "Because... I like you. Even if you don’t like me, I... I still want you to be happy."
"All I can... do for you... is just... this much." As his words fell, Shi Yue’s eyes slowly closed. "S-sorry... I lost."
"No, no, you didn’t lose! In my heart you’re the strongest!" Yu Rujiao’s tears flowed in torrents. She held onto Shi Yue’s head like a lifeline, her heart full of regret.
She had always thought she didn’t like Shi Yue. They had grown up together; Shi Yue was the most outstanding genius in the tribe, and she was the most beautiful girl in the tribe. Everyone assumed they would definitely end up together in the future.
That kind of gaze made Yu Rujiao feel like her life was being controlled by others, as if not marrying Shi Yue would be some kind of crime. So she left the tribe, using the excuse of seeking a new path for the tribe to get away.
But when Shi Yue was knocked down before her eyes again and again, her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. Only then did she understand that she liked Shi Yue—only that this affection had been buried beneath her resentment of those prying, expectant gazes around her.
"Brother Shi Yue, I’m sorry. I’ve only just realized my true feelings. I like you. I don’t want you to die." Yu Rujiao murmured, then suddenly turned toward Ling Feng’s direction and dropped to her knees. "My lord, I beg you, please save Brother Shi Yue!"
Everyone shifted their gaze to Ling Feng.
Ling Feng slowly walked out, looked at Yu Rujiao, and said, "Shi Yue died for the tribe. His death would be a worthy one. Why should I save him?"
"But you said before that..."
At that moment Ling Feng’s brows furrowed. "Are you questioning me?"
"No, no!" Yu Rujiao’s face went pale, and she banged her head heavily against the ground. "I like Brother Shi Yue. I don’t want him to die. As long as he can be saved, I’m willing to do anything!"
Ling Feng’s face suddenly broke into a smile. "What are you doing? Did I say I wouldn’t save him? Did I say he was already dead?"
"What?" Yu Rujiao lifted her head, confused.
Ling Feng looked at Shi Yue. "Alright, get up. You should have heard everything. If you want to laugh, then laugh."
At this moment, Shi Yue opened his eyes and grinned wide. "Rujiao, everything you just said—was it all true?"
"What is going on? You tricked me?" Yu Rujiao’s face flushed with shame and anger.
"He didn’t trick you. He really was on the verge of death just now. It’s just that after he finished saying those words, I already shot a drop of my Essence Blood into his body." Ling Feng said calmly. "So when you knelt down and begged me, he had already just about recovered."