Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 472

"Jingyuan, what do you think of Ren, that kid?" Huai Yan looked deeply at Ren on the stage below, then turned to Jingyuan beside him and asked.

There were complex emotions in his eyes, including worry and confusion.

General Feixiao on the side also looked at Jing Yuan. She crossed her arms and looked solemn, waiting for Jing Yuan's answer.

The three of them stood on a towering attic in the distance, far away from the noise and chaos of the ring, but they could see every move below.

"Master Yan, tell me what I think...he is your disciple." Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a faint bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes never left the blade, and there was a gleam of insight in his eyes.

Jing Yuan was well aware of the special master-disciple relationship between Huai Yan and Ren. The emotional entanglements and past experiences involved made this problem not so simple.

He knew that Huaiyan must be feeling mixed emotions at this moment, and his concern for Ren had never diminished, even though Ren had now embarked on such a controversial path.

Huai Yan frowned slightly and sighed, "Alas, it is precisely because he is my apprentice that I want to know your opinion. You know, his current condition... has exceeded my expectations."

As Ren's master, he witnessed Ren's growth, from that young boy who was just starting out and full of vitality to the one who is now caught up in a complicated situation. His heart is full of helplessness.

Fei Xiao nodded slightly, "Jing Yuan, you have always been very smart. Now that Blade is in this state, do you think it is a blessing or a curse for Xianzhou Luofu?"

Jing Yuan was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Ren's situation is indeed tricky. We still haven't fully understood the power in his body, but I believe that his original intention has not been completely devoured. This martial arts ceremony is an opportunity, an opportunity for us to get to know him again." His voice was steady and powerful, and every word seemed to be well thought out.

After hearing Jing Yuan's words, Huai Yan's eyes flashed with hope, "I hope so. He is a good boy, but fate played a trick on him and got him involved in this series of events." His gaze turned to the ring again.

Fei Xiao frowned slightly, "But we can't just rely on his heart. If that power gets out of control, we must have a plan to deal with it."

"The sudden flesh and blood is really dangerous." Feixiao said, "It's like a cancer. Once it takes root, it will madly erode everything around it. We have seen its power and must not take it lightly." Her eyes became sharper, as if she wanted to penetrate the ring and see through the hidden danger in the blade.

Jing Yuan nodded slightly. "General Feixiao is right. We certainly can't take our chances. Although we have some understanding of the power of the sudden flesh and blood, we have not yet touched the root of it. Before, we thought that the blade had escaped its control, but now it seems that things are far from that simple."

Huai Yan looked solemn, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened, and every line was filled with worry.

"Although I have taught him for many years and thought I knew him very well, but regarding this Shuhu..." His voice was a little hoarse, with deep self-blame, "I only know that after the Yinyue Rebellion, he was gradually influenced by Shuhu's flesh and blood. It was a subtle change. At first it was just a slight abnormality, but I didn't pay attention to it." He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, just like his inner struggle and pain at this moment.

"It was my fault as a master that I failed to notice and stop him at the beginning, which led to him falling step by step into his current irretrievable situation. I could have... could have changed all this." A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he regretted his negligence.

"Mr. Yan, there is no need to blame yourself. This matter is complicated and it is not the fault of one person." Jing Yuan comforted him softly.

"There are too many factors involved. The forces of various parties are intertwined, and various interests and conspiracies are intertwined. The decision we made at the time was also based on limited information and considerations for the safety of the Immortal Boat. Moreover, Ren's own choices and actions also affected the development of the situation to a certain extent. We cannot put all the blame on ourselves."

"Aren't we the ones who marked Blade as a felon?" Huai Yan said.

"Our decision may have made him more isolated and helpless to a certain extent, and also given that force more opportunities to take advantage. We thought we were upholding justice and protecting the Immortal Boat, but we didn't expect that it might push him into a deeper abyss." Huai Yan's eyes were full of contradictions, and he had deep doubts about the decision-making he had participated in.

"We can't disobey orders, right? Ying Xing became like that, and we could only watch but could do nothing." Jing Yuan said, he raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky, as if looking for some comfort.

"The situation was complicated and severe. The orders from above were as heavy as a mountain. As the guardians of Qizhou, we could not disobey them easily. We saw the changes in Yingxing and the dangerous aura spreading from him, but we were bound by our hands and feet. We could only act according to the established rules, even though our hearts were full of struggle and reluctance."

"We thought time would give the answer, and that following orders would allow us to avoid greater disasters. However, we didn't expect that all this was beyond our control. Ying Xing walked step by step towards Ren, towards this identity wanted by the universe, and in the process, we played a role that seemed righteous but was actually helpless." His gaze returned to the ring, looking at Ren's struggling figure, his heart filled with bitterness.

Huai Yan smiled bitterly, "But we may have also become the promoters of this complicated situation. If we had been more patient and conducted a more in-depth investigation instead of simply convicting him, perhaps the situation would be very different."

Fei Xiao sighed, "Master Yan, Jing Yuan, things have come to this point, and it is useless for us to regret our past decisions."

Jing Yuan nodded in agreement, "General Feixiao is right. We now need to re-examine our judgment of Ren. Perhaps we can try to have a good talk with Ren after the martial arts ceremony to understand his thoughts and experiences."

Huai Yan's eyes flashed with hope, "I hope he is still willing to communicate with us. I am worried that after all these things, he has become full of resentment towards us."

At this moment, the battle between Blade and Mirror Flow on the ring became more and more intense. Blade's attacks became more and more fierce. Each sword was accompanied by a black light, and there were faint dark red lines flashing in the light, as if it was further eroding his will.

Jingliu responded skillfully. Her disintegrated sword swung out white sword energy, like a holy light curtain, trying to resist the crazy attack of the blade.

Veins bulged on Ren's forehead, and beads of sweat and rain the size of beans slid down his cheeks.

His eyes, which were originally as sharp as an eagle's, were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and his consciousness began to become a little blurry.

Within his body, the long-dormant, demonic power seemed to have found the breakthrough it had been searching for for a long time. Like a surging black tide, it continuously impacted his rational defenses, wave after wave.

Every impact was like a sledgehammer hitting his soul hard, trying to crush his self-consciousness completely.

In his mind, a series of chaotic and thrilling images emerged like a kaleidoscope.

The first thing that catches the eye is the extremely tragic scene of the Yinyue Rebellion.

The raging flames were raging everywhere, devouring everything. Blood was flowing on the ground like rivers, gathering into terrifying pools of blood. Miserable screams and desperate cries were intertwined. Every detail of the scene was so clear. The pungent smell of blood and burnt food seemed to travel through time and space and drill into his nasal cavity, making his breathing rapid and heavy.

Then came the painful moment of his flesh and blood eroding him. He could clearly feel that evil power like millions of steel needles, drilling into his pores and spreading along his blood vessels and meridians. Every inch of his skin seemed to be burned by fire, and every bone seemed to be twisted by giant pincers. The pain that penetrated deep into his bones made him almost crazy. He tried to resist, but was like a trapped animal in a quagmire. The more he struggled, the tighter he was bound by that power.

However, as the scene changed, the beautiful memories of being with them came to mind. They had talked about their ideals together under the starry sky, sweated together on the training ground, and supported each other when facing difficulties. These scenes were like bright stars, shining in this dark abyss of pain.

But these beautiful memories were like a double-edged sword at this moment. While giving him comfort, they also made him feel more deeply his current depravity and loss of control.

These completely different images intertwined and collided with each other in his mind, like a raging whirlpool, shattering his sanity and nearly causing him to collapse.

"Why..." Ren's lips trembled slightly and he let out an almost inaudible murmur. His eyes were filled with pain, confusion and anger.

“Why!!” He suddenly roared to the sky, the sound as sharp as a wounded beast, echoing over the entire training ground. His face was twisted in agony, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Why can this damn thing still control me!" His roar was filled with endless unwillingness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He felt like a puppet, being controlled by the evil force, and he was powerless to do anything.

In the struggle against the power in his body, Ren's attack became more violent. The sword in his hand was like a black lightning, waving wildly with the momentum to destroy everything.

Every time the sword was swung, it was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind and powerful fluctuations of force. The surrounding air was torn apart, forming air vortices that were visible to the naked eye.

However, as his consciousness was gradually eroded, his attacks became increasingly disorganized, and his originally precise and deadly sword moves became chaotic and disorganized. Although seemingly powerful, they were also full of loopholes.

Facing such a blade, Jingliu gradually found it difficult. Her originally calm expression became solemn, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

She knew very well that Blade was in an extremely dangerous state at the moment, and she had to go all out. On the one hand, she used the Fragmented Sword to skillfully block Blade's attack. Every time the swords collided, dazzling sparks and deafening collision sounds would burst out. On the other hand, she tried to use words to awaken Blade's sanity.

"Ren, wake up!" Jingliu noticed something was wrong with Ren, and she shouted loudly. Her voice was clear and loud, like the sound of a huge bell, and it was particularly clear in the noisy battle. She increased the speed of her attack, and each sword contained great power. She tried to stimulate Ren in this way and let him break free from the control of that power.

"Ren, you can't be controlled by this power! You are Ying Xing, the Ying Xing I know!" Jing Liu shouted again.

There was a trace of struggle in Ren's eyes, and he seemed to hear Jingliu's call.

"I...I don't want to hurt you, Jingliu..." Ren said with difficulty, and the sword in his hand shook, and the originally stable and deadly sword moves became erratic.

"But... why did I draw my sword involuntarily?" Ren's eyes were filled with pain and confusion. He looked at his uncontrollable body and felt like a bystander, watching himself raise his weapon towards the person he least wanted to hurt. This feeling of powerlessness and despair was like a mountain, weighing him down and making it hard for him to breathe.

Ren's body involuntarily raised the sword and stabbed towards Jingliu. This sword was sharper than the previous one, with a momentum of desperate efforts.

Seeing this, Jing Liu was not at all flustered. She seized the opportunity and gently used the Zhili Sword to cleverly resolve the fatal blow.

Then, she flashed to Blade's side, reached out and held Blade's wrist, while at the same time, her other hand gently and quickly placed on his head.

At this moment, a tiny needle made of ice instantly formed in Jingliu's palm.

Although the ice needle is small, it contains the powerful force of Mirror Flow. Under the control of Mirror Flow, the ice needle pierced into the head of the blade with lightning speed.

The moment the ice needle touched the tip of the blade, a cold breath quickly spread, like the coldest wind in winter, instantly sweeping through the blade's entire nervous system.

Ren fainted instantly, and his body fell backwards like a puppet without support.

Jingliu quickly reached out his hand, supported Ren's body, and gently placed him on the ground.

The audience around couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene.

The originally tense and noisy martial arts arena suddenly became silent. Everyone was shocked by this dramatic scene. They stared at the two people on the stage, their hearts filled with expectations and worries about the subsequent developments.

Jing Yuan, Huai Yan and Fei Xiao, who were watching from the attic in the distance, also frowned slightly. They knew that the series of problems caused by this battle had just begun.

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