Chapter 157
The Brothers' Battle
After many long weeks, Arthur finally opened his eyes.
His body had completely recovered, yet something heavy lingered on his chest from the very first moment—an inexplicable feeling of suffocation whose cause he did not yet know.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes roaming across the area...
The first thing he saw was Xue Tianyang, shouting in blind fury as he threw a fierce punch at Zhuo Fan.
Zhuo Fan's body was knocked backward, yet he did not resist.
"Oi... what's going on here?"
Arthur spoke loudly, his tone sharp but weary.
The two of them abruptly stopped and turned toward him at the same time.
Neither of them spoke.
Their gazes were heavy...
A deep sorrow and suffocating helplessness, like a raging sea with no shore.
Arthur felt his heart tighten.
"What happened while I was asleep? And where... where is Ning'er?"
Silence filled the air for a brief moment, yet it felt unbearably long.
Then Xue Tianyang exploded.
"That bastard brother of yours... sent her to her death!"
His voice thundered with grief and rage, as though the words had been torn straight from his chest.
Arthur's body shook violently, as if struck by an invisible blow.
He knew very well how Xue Tianyang felt about Ning'er...
This was neither a joke nor a casual accusation.
"Zhuo... what is he talking about? Tell me the truth. Now."
Zhuo Fan lowered his head silently.
Not a single word left his mouth.
At that moment, Arthur felt as though the blood in his veins had begun to boil, a scorching fire rising from his depths.
He slowly stood up, but the aura around him changed completely.
"Xue Tianyang... speak. Tell me everything that happened."
Xue Tianyang had been about to leave, unwilling to look at Zhuo Fan's face even once more,
but suddenly he felt a terrifying killing intent wrapping around Arthur's body. He swallowed hard and stopped.
Then he began recounting everything.
How Ning'er was engaged to the young master of the You Ming Clan...
The clan of the Seventh Elder.
And how that clan used its women as human refinement furnaces.
Living fuel to strengthen their terrifying demonic arts.
Ning'er...
Was nothing more than fodder.
"Then why didn't you stop her?!"
Arthur roared, his voice filled with fury.
Xue Tianyang answered in a broken voice,
"Even if we stopped her, her entire family would be wiped out.
The You Ming Clan shows no mercy... they would have killed every single member of Ning'er's family simply because they refused to hand her over."
Then Zhuo Fan spoke in a calm voice, frighteningly steady.
"When Ning'er learned the truth... she returned to her family and chose to sacrifice herself."
Xue Tianyang's body trembled with rage, his fists shaking as if he wanted to pounce on Zhuo Fan and tear him apart.
But before he could...
Arthur spoke.
His voice was low.
Calm...
Terrifyingly calm.
"And you agree with that decision, Zhuo Fan?"
That was the true question.
Ever since his first meeting with Ning'er's father, Arthur had felt that something was not right.
The fear, the anger, the helplessness in his eyes...
And now, the full picture had finally become clear.
Zhuo Fan did not answer.
At that moment, Xue Tianyang suddenly moved.
"I'll save her no matter the cost!"
he shouted before charging away from Beast Mountain, leaving turbulent air in his wake.
Only Arthur and Zhuo Fan remained.
They stood facing each other...
Motionless.
"Go, Arthur."
Zhuo Fan's voice was calm, unusually so.
Calmer than any time Arthur had ever heard it.
Arthur quietly sighed as he looked up at the sky above him.
"Every place I go...
I'll find someone trying to kill children for their own interests and selfish desires.
And I have to suffer through this disgusting pain."
Zhuo Fan heard Arthur's low, exhausted voice as he looked at him.
Arthur lowered his head calmly, looked at Zhuo Fan, and gave him a faint smile.
"You know what's coming, don't you?"
Zhuo Fan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth hard.
When he opened them again, Arthur had vanished.
In the very next instant, he felt an overwhelming force pressing down upon his body.
"I'm going to break you, you bastard."
Arthur exploded with rage.
Zhuo Fan never saw the punch.
He did not even feel it.
Just a single punch...
His body was sent flying through the air, smashing through one tree, then another, then a third... until he finally stopped at the fourth.
"Do you think I'm not angry too?!"
Zhuo Fan roared as he charged forward again, and their fists collided with immense violence.
"I don't care about your anger, you damned bastard.
What I care about was stolen from me.
Again.
And this time it happened right before your eyes.
So before I leave to violate the Seventh's corpse,
I'm going to smash your face."
Zhuo Fan punched Arthur in the face, forcing him back a step...
But Arthur spun with the momentum, raised his leg, and slammed it into Zhuo Fan's head with crushing force.
Zhuo Fan received the blow with crossed arms, his feet sinking slightly into the ground.
Then he grabbed Arthur by the neck and slammed him into the earth, raising his fist for a finishing strike as he shouted,
"And do you think I didn't try, you damned bastard?!
I tried!
And you know I'm no match for that bastard.
But I swear I'll devour his body and soul after I'm done with you!"
But suddenly...
Zhuo Fan's body completely froze.
He remained standing in place like a statue.
"What...?"
Wrath.
Arthur had stopped all of his movements.
Arthur raised his hand and gently touched Zhuo Fan's cheek.
"Clench your teeth, brother. I don't want to break them. The young lady would be angry."
Zhuo Fan cursed and gritted his teeth in fury.
Then the punch struck his cheek with terrifying force, sending his body flying through the air before the winds surrounded him.
Arthur formed a hand seal, interlocking the fingers of both hands.
"Path of Wind."
Arthur clasped his hands together, and a suffocating cube formed around Zhuo Fan's body.
No air.
No gravity.
No laws.
Zhuo Fan's body trembled violently in pain, and his face turned completely blue from the lack of oxygen.
Then he raised his right arm and punched the solid air cube.
A blue spark ignited upon Zhuo Fan's forehead, destroying everything.
He returned stronger...
Faster.
Arthur noticed it and understood.
In Zhuo Fan's current state, Arthur's chances of victory were low unless he unleashed all of his power.
Arthur struck the ground beneath his feet.
In the next instant, electricity erupted across his body.
"Electrification."
Arthur raised two fingers from his palm, and sparks shot upward like lightning rising from the depths of the earth to strike the heavens.
The blue sparks fused with Zhuo Fan's body as though lightning itself had struck him.
He felt numbness and tingling spread throughout his entire body.
"You cursed bastard!"
Zhuo Fan landed on the ground and moved with terrifying speed.
In a single second, he appeared before Arthur, swinging his right hand as though a mountain had been hurled forward in madness.
Arthur closed his eyes and received the attack.
He did not move even an inch.
Zhuo Fan noticed that the battle aura had disappeared from Arthur's body.
Because of that, he also stopped and simply looked at him, waiting for his decision.
Arthur looked at him with deadly calm.
"I'm going to save her."
Then he turned around, leaving Zhuo Fan behind...
Leaving behind shattered earth,
and low-level spiritual beasts trembling in terror from the battle between brothers.
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