Eternal Saber-Chapter 369 - 86: Suicide

What just happened?

What just took place?

Time seemed to stand still; the entire venue became so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring incredulously at the scene on the battlefield.

The two Ritual Officers in the pavilion forgot to speak.

Amaterasu Chizuru’s lips were half-open, her face frozen in shock.

Did it end before it even started?

Even the expressions of the Four Nations’ Military Lords were no different, left speechless.

"W-What did I just witness?"

Somewhat disbelieving, the Master of Ceremonies, with years of hosting experience, began to stammer: "Did Murong Haitang snatch the Moonlit Sword?"

"Was Tsukiyama Tairou just acting?"

The Vice Master of Ceremonies posed an extremely foolish question.

He simply couldn’t understand how the Moonlit Palace had tangled with Murong Haitang for so long, yet when it came to Tsukiyama Tairou, who held the Divine Artifact, he lost it in an instant.

Tsukiyama Tairou’s face was ashen.

He knew he had lost.

Lost completely and utterly.

The wrist holding his sword had been broken by the opponent.

At this moment, with the Divine Artifact Moonlit Sword in the opponent’s hands, how could he win?

He had cultivated until today, always a child of heaven, hailed as the most talented and promising genius in his family for a century.

Among those of the same rank, he had never been defeated.

Yet today, he did not expect to suffer such a devastating loss.

"My cultivation realm is clearly one level higher than his, how could this happen..."

Tsukiyama Tairou was baffled.

This battle, he not only lost but even let the Divine Artifact Moonlit Sword fall into the opponent’s hands!

Thinking of this, Tsukiyama Tairou’s heart gradually sank into despair.

He was finished.

Tsukiyama Tairou instinctively looked toward where his clan members were seated.

Seeing the expressions of Moon Night Warehouse and the Moon Night Guards all dark, every gaze contained a hint of coldness.

The recently defeated Moonlit Palace, however, had a faintly smug smile as if gloating.

Since even Tsukiyama Tairou lost more miserably than he did, it wasn’t as humiliating.

Voices echoed in Tsukiyama Tairou’s ears.

"Grandfather, I will defend the honor of the Moon Night Race to the death!"

"The honor of the Moon Night Race rests on your shoulders; there must be no failure!"

"Nephew, do not hesitate, this battle concerns the reputation of the Moon Night Race; victory is a must!"

But just moments ago, the glory and reputation of the Moon Night Race disappeared in his hands.

An image flashed across Tsukiyama Tairou’s eyes.

The Moon Night Guards rushing to him, as they did with Moonlit Palace before, throwing him in front of the clan members, scolding him: "Get down here, aren’t you embarrassed enough? What a waste!"

"Our Moon Night Race does not raise wastrels!"

Tsukiyama Tairou was disoriented, his face ghostly pale.

He couldn’t bear this.

The noise and clamor from the venue seemed inaudible to him now.

Tsukiyama Tairou lowered his gaze, seeing the broken half of his sword, cut off by the Moonlit Sword just moments ago.

His body swayed, stumbling over to pick up the broken blade, his expression resolute.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Tsukiyama Tairou clutched the broken blade in one hand and fiercely stabbed it into his own chest!

Thud!

A stab pierced through his heart.

Tsukiyama Tairou fell on the main battlefield, dead on the spot.

Nobody expected such a turn of events.

Despite the presence of a Grandmaster, it was too late to intervene.

Across from him, Chen Tang shivered as he took the Moonlit Sword.

He examined the Moonlit Sword in his hand.

The blade was straight, but at the tip, it was crafted with an arc like a knife.

This was a strange weapon, like both a knife and a sword.

As Chen Tang expected, the Divine Artifact seemed to have achieved Spirit Communication; sensing something, it emitted a chill that surged into Chen Tang’s body.

Under the pull of the Vajra Relic, it too became trapped in the Dantian.

Chen Tang carefully sensed the changes in the Dantian.

This strand of Yin Cold Power was a stark contrast to the Power of Blazing Heat from the Celestial Mirror.

If these two forces could be united, there might be a chance to contend with the Vajra Relic, even breaking free from its restraint.

However, because the two forces repel each other and can’t merge, it allows the Vajra Relic to suppress both at once.

This Yin Cold Power curled into a ball, staying in another corner of the Dantian.

At this moment, Chen Tang’s Dantian held three forces, forming a triangle, creating a subtle balance.

The energy from the Vajra Relic was the strongest.

But if there were a chance to unite the powers from the two Divine Artifacts, they might compete with the Vajra Relic.

Fortunately, so far, there seemed to be no significant issues.

The three forces coexisted peacefully.

Chen Tang sighed lightly.

Just then, exclamations erupted around him.

He returned to his senses, just in time to witness Tsukiyama Tairou impale himself with his broken blade.

"Uh..."

Chen Tang was slightly stunned.

Their paths never crossed before, and he was here only for the Divine Artifact, with no intent to kill.

However, Tsukiyama Tairou approached with the Divine Artifact Moonlit Sword, saying nothing of the matter, clearly harboring lethal intentions, aiming to catch him off guard.

So, with his death, Chen Tang felt nothing, not the slightest pity.

"Murong Haitang, hand over the Moonlit Sword!"

A Moonlit Guard shouted angrily, soaring into the air, rushing toward the main battlefield.

Whoosh!

Chen Tang casually tossed the Moonlit Sword off the stage.

The power within the Divine Artifact had been absorbed; keeping this sword would only bring trouble.

The Moonlit Guard initially intended to seize the moment to incapacitate Chen Tang using this pretext.

But unexpectedly, as he just charged onto the main battlefield, Chen Tang tossed the Moonlit Sword back without any hesitation.

The Moonlit Guard stood frozen, unable to advance or retreat.

With so many watching, if he forced a move now, he’d lack a valid justification.

Given his Third Grade cultivation, bullying the young in Battle of Geniuses would only incite disdain and ridicule.

"Guards, bring Tairou’s body back."

Moon Night Warehouse spoke.

This Military Lord witnessed his grandson’s tragic death on the arena, yet showed no anger or loss of composure, only a sullen face and a voice carrying a trace of exhaustion.

The Moonlit Guard stepped forward, picked up Tsukiyama Tairou’s body, fixing his cold eyes on Chen Tang, saying slowly, "We Moon Night Race will remember this debt!"

Chen Tang originally didn’t intend to engage with him, but since the Moonlit Guard blamed him, he couldn’t tolerate it.

"It was a fair fight between us, even with Tsukiyama Tairou having the advantage of the Divine Artifact. Moreover, he committed suicide, not by my hand."

Chen Tang suddenly spoke, his tone indifferent.

The Moonlit Guard spun around, glaring viciously at Chen Tang, gritting his teeth: "Did you kill Tairou but still want to clear your name?"

Chen Tang replied slowly, "The ones who caused Tsukiyama Tairou’s death were you, your Moon Night Race!"

"If only your Moon Night Race was more forgiving to failures, he wouldn’t have committed suicide. It was precisely because of the immense pressure from the Moon Night Race that he couldn’t bear the defeat."

The Moonlit Guard wanted to refute, but he suddenly recalled the desperate, pleading look Tsukiyama Tairou gave towards the clan members before his death.

It was a look of despair, seeking help.

But unfortunately, the response they gave Tsukiyama Tairou was only indifference.

"Come back."

Moon Night Warehouse spoke again, "This battle, we of the Moon Night Race have lost."

The Moonlit Guard took a deep breath, carrying Tsukiyama Tairou’s body down from the arena.