Published: August 15, 2025
Chapter 85: Death Contract Blood Duel
“The conditions are few and simple—only two,” Han Juechu said expressionlessly.
“First, your people must withdraw from our sect’s territory. This withdrawal must be done in batches, and under the supervision of our disciples,” his tone was harsh.
“Fine, no problem,” Jia Tianlong agreed without hesitation.
Seeing how readily Jia Tianlong agreed, Han Juechu sneered coldly, then added a second condition that caught Jia Tianlong by surprise.
“Second, you and I must engage in a death contract blood duel here before you can leave.”
“Death contract duel!”
“Is this for real?”
“Are they out of their mind?”
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The moment Han Juechu spoke, a huge commotion erupted among the opposing crowd. Everyone who heard this reacted differently. Some paled as if stung by a poisonous scorpion, while others grew excited, eager to witness the battle.
Jia Tianlong’s expression also changed, but he quickly regained his composure.
“Did I hear right? Both sides sign a death contract, and only one side can leave the duel arena alive?” He laughed lightly, as if asking casually.
“Exactly! This duel is to avenge Sect Master Wu and the others’ blood debt. You and I both must participate,” Han Juechu said coldly, hand resting on his sword hilt as he stared at Jia Tianlong.
Jia Tianlong chuckled ambiguously, not responding immediately. His eyes flickered thoughtfully. It seemed he wasn’t taking the death contract duel lightly and needed time to consider before replying.
Nearby, Han Li couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer and asked Li Feiyu, who stood beside him.
“What is a death contract duel? It sounds like a big deal.”
“No way! You don’t even know what a death contract duel is? That’s unbelievable! It’s the most infamous bloody way people in the martial world settle disputes!” Li Feiyu’s face was full of shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
“Obviously! You know I’m usually clueless about these martial world affairs. What’s so special about this?” Han Li muttered irritably.
“Oh! That’s right, I almost forgot,” Li Feiyu scratched his head awkwardly.
“A death contract duel means that two sides with deep hatred must sign a Life-and-Death Contract before the duel, declaring that once they enter the arena, only one side may leave alive. If anyone leaves the duel prematurely, not only will they lose all honor and be despised, but they will also be hunted and pursued by the entire martial world. This is because everyone believes the death contract duel is sacred; anyone who dishonors it must be executed as a warning.”
“Such duels are usually fought in free-for-all mode involving multiple people, making them especially bloody and cruel. In recent years, this method has rarely been used,” Li Feiyu explained slowly and in detail.
Hearing this, Han Li frowned. Understanding the nature of a death contract duel, he felt dismissive of Sect Master Wang’s sudden proposal. To him, this kind of duel was clearly a lose-lose situation—why bother? It would be better to just let the enemies leave cleanly and quickly rather than dragging on with unnecessary trouble.
“Alright, I agree. Let's proceed with the death contract duel,” Jia Tianlong said after much deliberation. He glanced around at Master Golden Light before finally making his decision.
He knew well what Han Juechu was scheming—they just wanted to use their three unknown senior uncles as support. Fortunately, Jia Tianlong had already learned the details through secret spies and was prepared.
Now, with an immortal cultivator skilled in the flying sword technique as his trump card, plus his usual crafty mind, he was confident he had over a 90% chance of winning the death contract duel.
If he could wipe out Han Juechu along with the remaining elites of the seven mysteries sect during the duel, even if this plan failed this time, it wouldn’t matter. Because if they attacked again later, the opposition would have no strength to resist. Cultivating top experts takes more than a year or two.