Chapter 651: Never suffer from future troubles

Blackbeard took a step back. He could feel that Jin'an's attack this time was different from his previous ones. It was not just a suppression of strength, but more of a spiritual coercion.

Every attack of Jinan was like a thunderbolt, and the swing of the blade was full of determination to kill.

Blackbeard began to retreat and was gradually forced into a corner. His face became increasingly gloomy, and the dark power began to seem somewhat out of control.

Jin An was not moved at all. His eyes were as cold as ice and his steps were as fast as a tiger descending a mountain, constantly approaching Blackbeard.

He knew that if he couldn't completely deal with this person today, he would never be able to rest in peace.

"I know you can escape again and again, but today, there will definitely not be another chance."

Jin An muttered to himself, and his movements became faster and faster.

Although Blackbeard has a strong counterattack ability, almost every counterattack is cleverly resolved by Jin'an.

At this moment, Jinan seemed to have completely mastered the rhythm of the battlefield. All his attacks were highly suppressive, and each time made Blackbeard's counterattacks even more powerless.

A bitter smile appeared on Blackbeard's face. He tried to use the power of darkness to divert Jin'an's attacks, but was easily avoided by Jin'an every time. He was even counterattacked by Jin'an using his strength, making every counterattack of his seem empty and weak.

At this moment, Blackbeard suddenly gritted his teeth, his palm shook violently, and the power of darkness surged out like a tsunami, sweeping in all directions.

"impossible!"

He growled, and he seemed to become extremely powerful in an instant, with such force that the air around him almost stagnated.

Jin An still did not retreat. With a sneer in his eyes, he swung the blade out again.

At this time, he was no longer afraid of any attack. Even when Blackbeard burst out with all his strength, Jin'an's figure remained as steady as a rock.

"Do you think this will change anything?"

Jin An's voice was low and contained a hint of sarcasm.

His movements did not slow down, and the blade slashed towards Blackbeard again with absolute speed and power.

Blackbeard gritted his teeth. He felt that his dark power was constantly suppressed. It seemed that no matter how he exploded, he could never break through Jin'an's overwhelming power that was like a mountain.

"No force can stop me."

Jin An said in a cold voice, his eyes burning with the determination to destroy everything.

The moment his blade fell, Blackbeard's body shook violently. The powerful force instantly penetrated every inch of his body. The dark vortex was completely defeated, and the scattered dark energy finally disappeared into the air.

Blackbeard's figure slowly disappeared, followed by a dead silence.

Jin An stood there, his blade dripping with blood, his eyes as cold as ice. There was no trace of celebration in his eyes, only endless calmness and oppression.

There was only one thought in his mind:

"This is all finally over."

On the battlefield, the thick smoke gradually dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and corruption.

Despite heavy casualties, the battle was over and victory was finally upon the rebels.

There was deathly silence all around, with only the sound of the wind whistling across the empty battlefield, carrying up the soldiers' broken flags and scattered armor.

Jin An stood in the middle of the ruined battlefield, his eyes slightly closed, and took a deep breath of air, as if trying to find a moment of peace from the chaos.

Although he knew that the war had finally come to an end and the rebels had won the final victory, he did not feel the slightest sense of relief at this moment.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the long knife in his hand. The blood dripping from the blade shone with a cold luster in the sunlight.

That is the blood of countless people. Those former enemies and compatriots have long been integrated into this land and become witnesses of history.

Jinan knew very well that victory in the war was not a simple result, but the price paid with the lives and blood of countless people.

Although he was not afraid of fighting, he felt an inexplicable emptiness and fatigue after every bloody conflict.

The fruits of victory, though sweet, always carry with them a heaviness that cannot be ignored.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Jin An turned around, his eyes as cold as water, and saw the rebel soldiers rushing over with a happy expression on his face.

Although they were all seriously injured and their clothes were torn, their eyes revealed the light of victory.

"Jin'an!"

A young soldier shouted, and hurried forward, his face covered in sweat and dirt, but with obvious joy:

"We won! We really won!"

Jin An nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but this smile seemed very forced.

The soldier seemed to sense Jin'an's displeasure, lowered his head, was stunned for a moment, and then stood silently aside.

"Yes,"

Jin An spoke slowly, his voice low and a little tired.

"we won."

He said it lightly, but the complex emotions in his heart were almost overflowing.

He is no longer the warrior who only knows how to fight and pursue victory.

After experiencing this long and brutal battle, Jin An was more confused about the future and thoughtful about the past.

The rebel soldiers gradually gathered around Jinan, and many of them stood there with admiration and gratitude in their eyes.

They have paid too much and lost too much for this victory, and some of them will never be able to return to their homes and loved ones.

"Lord Jinan, your leadership and courage give us hope."

An older officer stepped forward, bowed his head with deep respect on his face, and saluted.

“Without your determination, we wouldn’t be here today.”

Jin An waved his hand gently, indicating that he didn't need to be polite, but the fatigue on his face was not completely concealed.

He glanced at every soldier standing in front of him, and seeing the determination and hope in their eyes, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

These people are his greatest motivation along the way and the most real support behind this war.

"The fruits of victory belong to everyone who participates,"

Jin An finally spoke, his voice was gentle, not as cold as before, but still full of power.

“Each of you deserves this honor.”

The soldiers nodded one after another. Although they all knew that what Jin'an said was not entirely due to their efforts, these words undoubtedly gave them great comfort and strength.

The mood of the rebel fighters became even more excited, and their pain seemed to be healed by the victory of the battle at this moment.

However, Jin'an's heart could never calm down.

Although the rebels won the final victory, he knew clearly that the war would not end.

New problems, new enemies, and even new dangers have quietly emerged.

The real challenge may have just begun.

He took a deep look at the sky in the distance. The clouds were rolling in the sky, as if endless darkness was still waiting to come next time.

“This is the end, but also the beginning.”

Jin An whispered to himself, his eyes becoming deep and complicated.

At this moment, cheers rang out from the other side of the battlefield. The rebel soldiers rushed to the front line, holding their flags high, welcoming the arrival of victory.

Jin An stared at this piece of land that belonged to them, his mouth corners slightly raised, and he sighed softly——

"The war is not over and the world is still in chaos."

But at least, today, the resistance won.

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