Chapter 736 - 730: Lin Yuan’s Devious Schemes, Turning Defeat into Victory

Lin Yuan lay motionless under the tree, beneath him was a large pool of blood.

Looking at the faintly breathing Lin Yuan, the Demon Lord was beyond pleased.

"Lin Yuan! Lin Yuan, I admit you’re quite a fighter."

"But, what’s the use of being able to fight?"

"Now, you’re still going to die by my hands," the Demon Lord said as he walked towards Lin Yuan, who was lying in the pool of blood.

To be honest, this battle at the Returning Ruins Arena, Lin Yuan’s combat strength had far exceeded the Demon Lord’s expectations.

The Demon Lord never imagined that Lin Yuan would be so formidable.

Even though both were at Tier Two Peak, he, the mighty Demon Lord, was unexpectedly no match for Lin Yuan.

Almost ended up capsizing in the ditch!

However, in the end, Lin Yuan was still too naive.

He had taken a good lesson from him.

"Clap, clap!"

The Demon Lord walked over, slapped Lin Yuan’s face, and lectured, "Lin Yuan, you must know, not everything can be solved by direct combat power."

"Head-to-head confrontation, that’s the behavior of a brute, sometimes, scheming and deceit can be very useful."

"Unfortunately, today you’re bound to die."

"Otherwise, once we conquer the world, I’d really consider taking you as my disciple and teach you what scheming and deceit truly mean."

The Demon Lord continued to slap Lin Yuan’s face, giving him a lecture.

Indeed, it wasn’t that the Demon Lord loved to teach people, mainly, he had been suppressed by Lin Yuan for so long that he was feeling suffocated!

Finally, he had a chance to show off, he couldn’t resist the opportunity, in front of Lin Yuan, to show off and vent his frustration.

The Demon Lord didn’t know, in Dragon Country, there’s an old saying: "Acting pretentious can lead to being struck by lightning, villains die from talking too much."

Just as the Demon Lord was feeling proud, Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

In the next moment, his hands formed claws, one claw grasping for the Demon Lord’s heart, the other claw reaching for the Demon Lord’s kidney.

"Psshh."

"Psshh."

Blood spurted, Lin Yuan’s hands plunged into the Demon Lord’s body.

Next moment, all you could hear was.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two explosive sounds like bursting balloons, the Demon Lord’s heart and kidney were crushed by Lin Yuan in an instant.

Then Lin Yuan transformed his claw into a fist, directly knocking the Demon Lord flying.

With the Demon Lord’s strength, having his heart and kidney crushed, it wouldn’t be fatal, but he was seriously injured.

Undeniably, the speed of this turn of events was indeed fast.

A moment ago, it was Lin Yuan who was seriously injured.

The next moment, it was the Demon Lord who became seriously injured.

Demon Lord: "?????"

The Demon Lord, even when his heart and kidney were crushed by Lin Yuan and he was knocked flying, still wore an expression of shock, disbelief, and confusion.

The Demon Lord was utterly puzzled about why Lin Yuan was unscathed.

The power of that Curse Technique, he knew it well.

Not only Lin Yuan, but even Wa Huang, the Buddha, or the Daoist Ancestor, none could withstand it.

Even he himself couldn’t withstand it.

Logically, this Curse Technique should easily curse Lin Yuan to death.

But now, not only did Lin Yuan not die, he didn’t even show signs of injury.

How exactly did Lin Yuan withstand this Curse Technique?

In fact, Lin Yuan wasn’t entirely unharmed.

The Demon Lord’s Curse Technique fired a total of eighteen arrows.

Of these eighteen arrows, the first two were aimed at his arms and legs.

These two arrows indeed hit Lin Yuan’s body.

After being hit by the two arrows, Lin Yuan realized that the Demon Lord was using the Curse Technique against him.

The Demon Lord indeed knew many nefarious and underhanded methods, but the Yin Celestial Son, being the Lord of the Underworld, knew numerous Underworld spells as well.

Whatever the Yin Celestial Son knew, Lin Yuan knew too.

Coincidentally, Lin Yuan had a way to counter the Curse Technique.

Lin Yuan used the Magic of Transference, redirecting the Demon Lord’s Curse Technique to the Yin Celestial Son.

The Demon Lord fired eighteen arrows in total, and aside from the first two which landed on Lin Yuan, the remaining sixteen landed on the Yin Celestial Son.

Currently, in the Underworld, the Yin Celestial Son is using the Power of Reincarnation to recover from his injuries.

Since Lin Yuan and the Yin Celestial Son are essentially one entity, the Demon Lord was completely unaware.

After using the Secret Technique to transfer the injuries, Lin Yuan anticipated that as long as he didn’t die, the Demon Lord would come to deliver the final blow.

If he didn’t kill him, it wouldn’t count as a victory, and without victory, he couldn’t leave the Returning Ruins Arena.

Lin Yuan simply played along, pretending to be gravely injured and dying, luring the Demon Lord in.

And sure enough, things went exactly as Lin Yuan predicted, the Demon Lord took the bait.

With his calculation superior to the Demon Lord’s lack of awareness, Lin Yuan ambushed and severely injured him.

In the Returning Ruins Arena, the Demon Lord at full strength couldn’t match Lin Yuan head-on.

Especially now, with the Demon Lord being severely injured?

Without a word, Lin Yuan pressed forward, filled with intense killing intent, charging at the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord was knocked flying by Lin Yuan, landing heavily on the ground.

Just as he managed to get up, Lin Yuan came charging in again.

"Sching!"

"Sching! Sching!"

The sword light of the Human King Sword, glowing blue, cleaved one strike after another.

The severely injured and weakened Demon Lord could only defend himself, completely powerless to counterattack.

Looking at Lin Yuan, who was still in peak condition, the Demon Lord let out an unwilling roar: "Impossible, impossible!"

"Why aren’t you harmed, why?"

The Demon Lord wanted to understand the reason, but Lin Yuan knew the principle that villains die from talking too much.

At this moment, talking too much would only give the Demon Lord a chance to catch his breath.

"After you die, I’ll tell your corpse!" Lin Yuan said, continuing to strike fiercely.

"Clang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

Under Lin Yuan’s relentless assault, the Demon Lord could only block repeatedly.

As Lin Yuan’s attacks grew more fierce, the Demon Lord struggled to keep up.

His defense showed gaps, and Lin Yuan mercilessly left wound after wound on him.

Soon, the Demon Lord’s body was covered with hundreds of thousands of wounds, as if he had been sliced a thousand times, with no piece of flesh left intact.

His entire body was drenched in blood, looking like a man made of blood.

"Could it be, I’m really going to die?"

"Or, should I admit defeat...." the Demon Lord’s mind was in turmoil.

Now, the Demon Lord had only two paths, one was to die at Lin Yuan’s hands.

The other was to concede defeat.

Death, the Demon Lord did not want to die.

However...

Is admitting defeat really better than dying?

To the Demon Lord, admitting defeat was worse than death.

He was one of the Four Great Primordial Spirits, a Tier One Powerhouse.

If it weren’t for the Returning Ruins Arena, outside, Lin Yuan would seem like an ant to him.

But now, he was contemplating conceding to an ant.

At this moment, the Demon Lord wished he could give himself two vicious slaps.

Regret from before!

Why did he write Lin Yuan’s name in the Returning Ruins Arena?

If he only had another opportunity....?

What a pity!

There’s no "if," and there’s no such thing as regret medicine.

The Demon Lord’s mind was in conflict, death and concession continuously tangled in his thoughts.