Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

Jun Luochuan's injured right arm was bleeding profusely, like a gushing stream, a shocking sight. Yet his eyes remained unwavering, like a bright and eternal star in the night sky, as if he were not the one who was injured.

Despite the excruciating pain emanating from his wounds, like countless razor-sharp blades relentlessly slicing through his nerves, each ache seemingly tearing his soul apart, Jun Luochuan resolutely chose to fight despite his injury. His heroic act, like a ray of dawn piercing the darkness, moved everyone present, stirring their hearts with emotion.

"Jun Luochuan, you're so badly injured, why don't you give up!" Su Yao, sitting below the stage, had red eyes and tears welling up in them. Her voice was choked with sobs, as if a cuckoo were crying blood.

Jun Luochuan slightly turned his head to look at Su Yao, giving her a gaze as firm as a rock, a gaze filled with unyielding determination. "I will not give up. What is this injury! It's just a speck of dust on my path forward!"

He refocused his intense attention on the smoke-filled battlefield. Opposite him, Zhao Lei wore a smug, venomous smile that sent chills down his spine. "Jun Luochuan, you're at your last gasp. Why don't you just admit defeat? Do you have to wait until you're covered in wounds before you'll give up?"

Jun Luochuan snorted coldly, his voice as sharp as a winter's wind, "You want me to admit defeat? You're dreaming! The word 'admit defeat' doesn't exist in my dictionary!"

Having said that, he endured the excruciating pain that felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart and cast the spell once more. Although the spell's power was somewhat weakened due to his injury, like a star that had dimmed a bit, his aura remained undiminished, instead surging like a giant wave, one higher than the next.

The audience held their breath, as if time had stood still. They were so tense that they dared not even breathe, their eyes fixed on this thrilling battle, afraid of missing a single moment.

"Go Jun Luochuan!" Someone shouted first, their voice like a boulder breaking the surface of a calm lake, instantly creating ripples. Then, everyone joined in, cheering him on, the shouts rising and falling like waves crashing against the shore.

Hearing everyone's encouraging words, full of strength and expectation, Jun Luochuan felt a warm current surge in his heart, like a hot spring. He knew he absolutely could not let them down, and he could not let their expectations be disappointed.

While dodging Zhao Lei's rapid and relentless attacks with the agility of a swallow, he used his sharp, hawk-like eyes to search for the perfect opportunity to counterattack in the ever-changing battle. Each movement brought excruciating pain to his wounds, a pain that seemed to threaten to devour him, but he gritted his teeth, pressed his lips tightly together, and persevered, his resolute expression like an unshakeable mountain.

"This guy is really as tenacious as an unkillable cockroach." Zhao Lei was secretly surprised, and at the same time became more vigilant, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Jun Luochuan's clothes were already soaked with sweat and blood, clinging tightly to his body like a heavy shackle. But his movements showed no sign of slowing down; he remained as agile as the wind and as swift as lightning.

"I must win! I can win!" He kept encouraging himself in his heart, the voice like the booming of war drums, stirring his heart.

Just then, Zhao Lei inadvertently revealed a subtle but fatal flaw. Jun Luochuan, like a keen cheetah, instantly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and launched a thunderous attack with all his might.

Caught off guard, Zhao Lei was knocked back several steps by the sudden and powerful attack, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Jun Luochuan pressed his advantage, giving Zhao Lei no chance to catch his breath, his attacks pouring out like a storm...

End of this chapter