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Chapter 123 Turning the Tide! The Secret Item: Rotten Axe Handle! (Part 2)
"Jiang Chuan!"

Chen Xingyang's voice boomed in my ear.

Jiang Chuan was instantly awakened. In that instant, his gaze changed from blank to sharp. Death was just around the corner, and he couldn't just sit and wait to die!
He launched what might be the last attack of his life, the dagger whistling through the air as if trying to pierce through the very air!
The man in the black T-shirt snapped out of his daze and let out a ferocious, desperate roar. With his last ounce of despair, he thrust his spear, along with Jiang Chuan's dagger, toward the steel-like body with blue skin!

At this moment, time seemed to pass extremely slowly.

Everything that had happened to him over the past month flashed before Jiang Chuan's eyes.

The apology on Teacher Liu Yuyu's face, the ferocity on Zhao Tianyu's face, Li Yu looking at himself and saying he didn't want to die a heroic death, the party on the rooftop, the afternoon sunlight in that dagger skills training classroom, the excitement when he first broke through the bronze man formation, and even Xu Linlin's face when she collapsed.

This is already a very fulfilling life.

Jiang Chuan couldn't see how the arm swung over. He knew in his heart that he probably wouldn't even be able to cause the slightest harm to the enemy in front of him, but he felt that he should do something, even if it was just a futile effort.

However, at that moment, a tremendous force came from his waist.

"Was it cut in half?"

"Not beheading?"

In an instant, such a meaningless thought was born in Jiang Chuan's mind.

But his pupils immediately contracted.

"Captain Chen!?"

Chen Xingyang rushed out from the side, grabbing Jiang Chuan by the waist and knocking Jiang Chuan off balance. In that instant, Jiang Chuan suddenly realized that when Captain Chen called his name, it wasn't to instruct him to attack. What he wanted him to do was what he had initially said...

"Run! Run as far as you can!"

Chen Xingyang had already begun his actions before calling out Jiang Chuan's name, but even so, his movements were still slow. He knocked Jiang Chuan aside, but he himself took the brunt of the blow.

Jiang Chuan watched as a spray of blood erupted from Chen Xingyang's back. The impact on Captain Chen, combined with the force of the collision with him, sent him flying backward.

Time seemed to pass extremely slowly. In his vision, the scenery around him rushed past. Out of the corner of his eye, he could catch the gun barrel of the black T-shirt being shot off, and the giant blue hand piercing through his chest and abdomen.

Jiang Chuan didn't care about the situation there. He looked at Chen Xingyang, at his extremely pale face, his eyes filled with confusion.

Run? Captain Chen, how are we supposed to run?
What other opportunities are there?
Isn't this a death sentence? We still failed.

I'm sorry for saying we wouldn't have to die; I shouldn't have made that promise before the mission was complete.

Boom!

He was slammed heavily against the guardrail, breaking through the rivets on it. He rolled around in the grass for a long time before everything went black and his thoughts ceased instantly.

"Jiangchuan!!"

Zhong Huahua's utterly horrified voice rang out.

The sound was like a ray of light, instantly illuminating the darkness.

And them...

And students.

He suddenly understood why Captain Chen had chosen to tackle him, and why, even though defeat was inevitable, he would still make this pointless attempt.

It was a simple and unpretentious thought.

Not everything needs to have meaning.

Just as he felt a responsibility towards those three students, Chen Xingyang probably felt the same way.

Since we're not dead yet, we have to stand up and stand until the very last moment.

"call……"

He forced his eyes open, rolled over, and used his arms to support his incredibly heavy body.

The previously interrupted flow state was restarted.

Perhaps due to the surge of adrenaline, he forgot the horrific pain from the cut on his arm, and even the burning sensation in his internal organs subsided somewhat.

In his critically injured and dying state, Jiang Chuan somehow gained strength and charged back towards the highway!

With his mind clearing again, he finally began to think about the last chance.

He hoped to find that possibility, that possibility would allow them to survive.

Soon, Jiang Chuan's gaze locked onto the commercial vehicle parked on the road, which was covered in lightning strike marks.

……

"Oh?"

Guo Wenjie watched Jiang Chuan rush back with a leisurely air, his eyes filled with mockery and amusement.

"Are you rushing back... to your death?"

"Want to...say...last words?"

Jiang Chuan was now standing in front of Zhong Huahua. He looked at Zhong Huahua, and then at Lu Ming and Cheng Shu, who were still unconscious.

It hasn't been long since the conflict broke out, so it's already unexpected that Zhong Huahua was able to wake up.

With his back to Guo Wenjie, he said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, I wanted to say some last words."

Give me two minutes.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind sweep through him.

Guo Wenjie suddenly appeared next to Jiang Chuan and grabbed Jiang Chuan by the neck.

His mouth, full of fangs, grinned in a ferocious smile:

"I...am not...a fool..."

"You want to...use...that thing?"

Jiang Chuan grabbed the large blue hand and tried to pry it open, but it was as if it were bound by steel bars, and he couldn't affect the hand at all.

Zhong Huahua's tearful voice rang out from behind: "Let go! Let go!"

Her mental energy transformed into a drill, which she frantically pounded at Guo Wenjie.

But this seemingly powerful attack was like a tickle to Guo Wenjie.

The power gap is too great.

Guo Wenjie grinned maliciously: "I...don't...have the habit of...listening to last words."

As he spoke, the hand gripping Jiang Chuan's neck tightened its hold.

Jiang Chuan felt as if his neck was about to break. Suffocating, he could no longer exert any force in his arms, and his hands fell limply to his sides.

His vision went black, his last hope was extinguished, and waves of dizziness swept over him. He was almost unconscious and couldn't open his eyes.

Jiang Chuan felt utterly helpless. Why couldn't the opponent be a little more careful when they were already so strong?

He has reached a dead end.

But at that moment, his drooping left hand seemed to touch something.

Lu Ming's voice came through: "Brother Chuan!"

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Chuan's hazy consciousness instantly cleared!
All that despair crumbled in that instant!

Instead... hope burst forth in that instant!!
His hand suddenly grabbed the object.

He opened his eyes and saw that blue-faced, fanged face, a face that also showed surprise.

His playful gaze quickly turned ferocious, and he tightened his grip, trying to take advantage of the moment to snap Jiang Chuan's neck.

However, Jiang Chuan's spiritual power had already spread to that thing.

In that instant, Guo Wenjie felt that Jiang Chuan's neck was incredibly hard and unshakeable, and his hand seemed unable to move any further!

His other hand, covered in sharp nails, lunged at Jiang Chuan's chest and abdomen, but it seemed to never reach its destination!

Guo Wenjie looked again at the young man he had grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

He saw that the look in her eyes was full of disdain, and even though he was holding her by the neck, she gave him a feeling of being superior.

“How… is it possible!?”

At this moment, mist began to rise from Jiang Chuan's body.

The muscles in his left arm wound were churning and the skin was undulating, indicating that the wound was healing at an extremely rapid pace.

The bloodstains on his body dried quickly, and his hair was growing wildly at a visible rate.

It seems... time has sped up considerably for him.

Guo Wenjie let go, seemingly finding it extremely hard to believe that things would turn out this way!
"you you……"

He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He simply turned around quickly and sped away, trying to escape.

However, before he could unleash the terrifying speed he had previously displayed, a sharp pain shot through his chest. The sudden palpitation caused Guo Wenjie's once invincible and powerful body to collapse to his knees with a thud.

He clutched his chest, breathing heavily.

He could feel his power rapidly fading away!

"Do not……"

The terror on his face became increasingly apparent.

Looking at his hand, he noticed that the bluish color was rapidly dissipating and receding from his palm.

The fangs retracted into its mouth, and the red hair rapidly fell out...

A feeling of weakness surged through every corner of my body.

"impossible!"

"It can last at least an hour! Why!?"

He turned around in surprise and saw the young man looking down at him.

He looked at the young man, at this piece of trash who had always been insignificant in his eyes, at the man who seemed to be looking at him like garbage.

Then, he looked at what the young man was carrying.

That was a chessboard.

The Rotten Chessboard.

He knew what it was, knew it was a powerful object that could manipulate time, and knew that this was the main target of his interception operation.

In an instant, Guo Wenjie himself became the one filled with despair.

Time was accelerated for him, and the effects of the drug wore off in an instant.

The side effects of the drug have rendered him completely incapable of resisting.

This is the price.

He struggled to stand up, wanting to escape.

But then a hand pressed down on my shoulder.

He had just been off the ground an inch when he knelt down again.

Normally, with such negligible force, how could he possibly be held down?
Guo Wenjie was extremely ashamed and indignant:
"Why you!?"

"You don't deserve it!!"

"You little brat!! You've ruined my plans time and time again!!"

"I must kill you!"

"You... cough cough cough! You can't kill me!"

"How are you going to kill me?! With your weak, feeble fist?!"

But at that moment, he felt an itch on his shoulder.

He looked down at his shoulder, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw that his hair... had already reached his shoulders.

He saw his muscles rapidly begin to wither, as if decades had passed in those mere seconds!
He had no time to react; he could only stare in terror at his body, which was aging rapidly, covered in wrinkles, and his vision was becoming blurred.

Difficulty breathing, rapid decline in various bodily functions, graying and falling hair, and age spots appearing on the forehead and cheeks.

But just before life withered away...

Everything came to a standstill.

"He-he-"

He was breathing heavily, his body extremely weak at this moment. He looked up at the young man in astonishment, his cloudy eyes filled with fear and confusion.

He didn't understand why this young man hadn't let time pass until his life force dissipated.

But he soon found out the reason.

Jiang Chuan grabbed his neck, which was as thin as a twig.

He knew that the young man wanted to kill him with his own hands.

Guo Wenjie tried to break free, but he couldn't move at all, not even speak.

At that moment, he heard a question:
"Any last words?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Wenjie's sluggish mind began to stir with a glimmer of hope, and even gratitude.

He didn't want to die, not even for a little longer.

But just as this hope was born, he heard the chilling words that followed.

"Ah...ah..."

"I remembered."

"You don't have the habit of listening to last words?"

"Good habits."

Jiang Chuan exerted force in his hand, as if he were pinching a dry twig, and made a cracking sound.

(End of this chapter)