Chapter 259: Chapter 259: The Voice in the Mind _1
As soon as his words fell, two steel pellets had already left his hand, soaring high into the air, heading swiftly towards Ye Ming.
The speed of the steel pellets was extremely fast, too quick for the naked eye of an ordinary person to discern.
Ye Ming watched intently, barely managing to capture the trajectory of the steel pellets.
He raised his steel sword, using its side to block.
With a loud bang, the shock caused his tiger’s mouth to ache sharply, and the steel sword flew out of his grasp.
The Hidden Weapons Master gave a cold laugh and said, "Did you think it was over?"
With a wave of his hand, the two steel pellets miraculously floated up again and continued their assault on Ye Ming.
His constant, awkward defense ignited a blaze of anger in Ye Ming’s heart.
His Inner True Qi began circulating rapidly, no longer bothering to dodge, he directly leaped into the air and grabbed the two steel pellets, then wrapped them in his own True Qi.
Mimicking the technique, he used his own True Qi to manipulate the steel pellets, hurling them towards the crowd.
As soon as the steel pellets were in hand, they felt somewhat heavy, probably one of the Magic Artifacts, but Ye Ming had no time to consider that much, his only desire was to kill.
With a hefty thud, the steel pellets smashed into the ground amidst the crowd, instantly kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
The energy fluctuations brought about by the True Qi directly sent some of the weaker individuals flying.
Those remaining were also in bad shape, shaken by the massive energy disturbance to the point of chest tightness and shortness of breath, on the verge of vomiting blood.
Without hesitation, Ye Ming immediately dove into the crowd, engaging in close-quarters combat.
He fought like the Killer God, exhausting all his strength, holding nothing back, each move he made was lethal.
Screams of anguish followed one after another, and before long, people were falling all around, the only one left standing was the Hidden Weapons Master.
"Your use of hidden weapons isn’t bad, but I’m no worse than you!"
"You, an Earth Rank Fighter, resorted to such despicable means of attack. To deal with you, I shall use the same method!"
Ye Ming’s eyes were fierce, and with a flick of his hand, a whooshing sound followed.
A Silver Needle wrapped in True Qi shot out from his fingertip.
The Silver Needle was so tiny and swift that it was scarcely noticeable, and its flight so fast that the Hidden Weapons Master couldn’t react in time, struck in the center of his forehead.
"You..."
His eyes widened, he attempted to speak but only managed to open his mouth, exerting all his strength just to utter a single word before falling down straight as a board.
All members of the Martial Artist Association had fallen, leaving only Ye Ming and Jiang Long, who had been observing from a distance, standing in the vast venue.
They exchanged a glance, with Jiang Long already sporting a triumphant smile.
"Ye Ming, if I’m not mistaken, that fight just now must have depleted all your True Qi, am I right?"
"Now you’re no match for me, you can only watch helplessly as I kill you!"
Jiang Long released Jiang Dachuan from his embrace and slowly walked towards Ye Ming.
A strong killing intent emanated from him, eager to personally take Ye Ming’s life.
His guess was very accurate. After the intense fight, having killed two Earth Rank Fighters and numerous Great Grandmasters, Ye Ming’s Dantian was nearly devoid of True Qi.
His combat capability had greatly diminished, and the only reason he could still stand was sheer willpower.
"You can try," said Ye Ming weakly.
A smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, he had no fear since Jiang Long no longer had any leverage over him.
What did it matter if it came down to a fight to the death? Even if they perished together, so what?
Jiang Long cracked a smile, drawing out a short knife from his waist.
The craftsmanship of the knife was exquisite, on par with divine artifacts.
The blade was as thin as a cicada’s wing, incredibly sharp, and flashed with bursts of cold light.
"You probably don’t know yet, but my strength has reached the Intermediate Earth Rank level!"
"It’s just because the Martial Artist Association has rules, I cannot rashly make a move."
"But your actions have already touched the bottom line of our Martial Artist Association, and I can kill you without any hesitation!"
"The blame lies on you for overestimating yourself, taking on all the members of the Martial Artist Association alone, now no one can save you!"
"Die!"
Jiang Long’s body soared high, and his Intermediate Earth Rank strength was fully revealed.
A powerful oppressive force came instantly, enveloping Ye Ming entirely, leaving him unsure of how to resist.
Before he could react, Jiang Long and the dagger in his hand had already reached in front of Ye Ming.
Bang!
The dagger plunged fiercely into Ye Ming’s chest, but it made a strange metallic clashing sound.
Jiang Long slightly furrowed his brows, asking with a touch of confusion, "What’s going on?"
Around Ye Ming’s body, without knowing when, a layer of golden light had wrapped around him.
It was this light that had blocked Jiang Long’s attack.
The next moment, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in Ye Ming’s mind.
"Ye Ming, it’s me!"
This voice immediately awakened the most genuine feelings hidden deep in Ye Ming’s heart.
The voice was familiar yet strange, yet it also carried an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
The most primal intimacy from the depths of the bloodline.
"Is that you, Father?"
Ye Ming asked somewhat bewilderedly.
The vague figure hidden in his mind began to grow clearer.
"Is it really you?"
Ye Ming pressed on.
"I’m sorry, son!"
"Due to some reasons, I couldn’t be by your side, it’s my fault, I haven’t been a good father, I haven’t fulfilled the responsibility a father should!"
"I left a wisp of my consciousness in your Jade Pendant, when you hear my voice, it means you’ve encountered fatal danger."
"This is one of the few things I could do for you, please don’t blame your father."
"There will come a day when you and I, father and son, will reunite, and I will compensate you for everything I owe you!"
Ye Ming’s voice began to choke up as he hurriedly said, "Father, don’t say that, I don’t blame you!"
"I know, you’re sensible! I won’t allow anyone to bully you!"
"You must be in a difficult situation by now, but I want to tell you to never give up, no matter the circumstance, you can overcome it! Be brave."
"You and I, father and son, will eventually be together one day, reaching the pinnacle of this world, standing at the very top, looking down on all beings! Go on, face your difficulties."
The voice in Ye Ming’s mind grew softer and softer, until it finally disappeared.
Ye Ming’s heart remained unsettled for a long time, his eyes moist without realizing it.
He desperately wanted to throw himself into his father’s arms and cry like a child, venting the grievances he had suffered over the years.
That was the only shoulder he could rely on.
Yet, his father’s voice had disappeared, and no matter what, he couldn’t grasp it.
"Dad, I will definitely find you."
As the voice faded away, Ye Ming’s eyes became even more determined.
He wiped away the tears and revealed a cold smile that carried a hint of murderous intent.
