Chapter 1011: The Duel’s Turning Point
“Um?” Jan Crane and the others exchanged startled glances, their expressions shifting from confidence to sheer panic. Instinctively, they took a few steps back, fear washing over them like an icy wave.
In this very moment, a palpable sense of impending doom overcame them, causing beads of cold sweat to form on their foreheads and their scalps to tingle. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that a single blow from Edmund Robinson could severely injure or even kill all three of them.
“Master Edmund, you’d better think twice. If you act recklessly, you won’t leave this place alive,” Jan Crane warned, her voice quivering.
“I am a man on borrowed time. If I can buy my daughter a chance at survival before my end, it’s a bargain,” Edmund Robinson retorted, his eyes gleaming with resolve.
Hearing this, the three of them frowned deeply, their expressions growing even more grim. They had no intention of meeting their demise alongside this deranged adversary.
“Master Edmund, if you truly care for your daughter’s fate, consider this: I will pledge to release her unharmed, but the price of sparing her life is your own.” Jan Crane shifted her approach, attempting to reason.
“That’s right! Your daughter’s life hinges on your demise!” Alexander Cheng chimed in.
“Will you honor your word?” Edmund Robinson inquired.
“I am a person of my word, renowned throughout the world,” Jan Crane declared with unwavering confidence.
“Edmund Robinson, first, you must relinquish your martial prowess, and I swear not to harm your daughter,” Alexander Cheng added with a solemn vow.
“Geez, God cherishes life and spares the innocent,” Master Jason intoned, nodding sagely.
“Very well! All three of you are esteemed martial artists. I trust your word. Today, I shall use my broken body to secure my daughter’s future!” Edmund Robinson turned away, his gaze briefly meeting that of his daughter, Abigail. He smiled faintly and whispered, “My dear, take care of yourself.”
“No – don’t! Please, no!” Abigail cried out frantically, shaking her head vigorously with a shrill voice.
Before he could finish his farewell, Edmund Robinson suddenly thrust his palm into his own chest.
“Boom!”
An explosion resounded as a mist of blood erupted into the air. Edmund Robinson’s body convulsed, his meridians severed, and his entire cultivation base utterly destroyed. He fell to the ground like a fallen mountain, the battle’s momentum irrevocably altered.
“No–!!” Abigail’s anguished cry filled the air as she rushed forward, her movements fueled by desperation, and cradled her dying father, Edmund Robinson, in her trembling arms.
Seeing her father bathed in his own blood, her heart shattered into a million pieces, and tears flowed freely down her face.
“Why? Why? Why are you doing this?!” she wailed, clutching her father’s hand and sobbing uncontrollably.
“Silly girl, I’m already on the brink of death. It’s a worthwhile trade to ensure your safety,” Edmund Robinson mustered a faint smile, his voice barely a whisper.
“No! I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself! I won’t allow it!” Abigail protested vehemently.
“Stay strong! I’ll rush you to the hospital right away!” Abigail cried as she hoisted her father onto her back.
“Girl, it’s futile,” Edmund Robinson replied, shaking his head gently. “Truth be told, I should have passed away a decade ago, but I couldn’t bear to leave you. Now that you’ve grown into a fine young woman, it’s time for me to reunite with your mother.”
“No! I won’t let you die! You must live!” Abigail exclaimed, her voice laced with desperation.
“Silly girl, every living being must eventually face death. I’ve already been blessed with a longer life than most. In this lifetime, I’ve honored heaven and earth, the world, and everyone, but I’ve failed you,” Edmund Robinson admitted, his voice filled with self-reproach.
“No, no, no… it’s not like that!” Abigail vehemently denied, shaking her head while her heart ached.
“I’ve led a futile existence for so long, failing to do anything for you. Today, I’ve finally fulfilled my duty as your father,” Edmund Robinson confessed, his voice growing weaker. “Abigail, I’m genuinely proud and content to have a daughter like you. It’s you who gave me hope, brought me joy, and illuminated my otherwise dark life. Don’t cry, my dear. Live well; the future rests in your hands…”
Edmund Robinson struggled to raise his hand, attempting to wipe away his daughter’s tears. Yet, midway through the gesture, his hand fell heavily, and his strength began to fade.
A legend has passed into history.