Silence.
The entire scene
suddenly became silent.
Everyone stared
blankly, not even daring to take a breath.
In the main auditorium,
Xiao Wuming was so excited that he stood up directly, his face full of
nervousness.
But he didn't dare to
speak loudly, for fear of scaring Hong Juding, and then accidentally killing
Han Feiyang.
As the hope for the
future of Celestial Alliance, he devoted all his efforts and resources to Han
Feiyang.
If Han Feiyang is lost
here, it will be a huge blow to the entire Celestial Alliance.
Compared to Xiao
Wuming's panic, Hong Xingchao and Penelope Solace secretly applauded.
They wish Hong Juding
could pierce Han Feiyang with his sword.
As a result, Celestial
Alliance will not be able to recover within ten years.
"Ta...ta...ta..."
Han Feiyang stiffened
his body, looking at the Shenque Sword so close at hand, and goosebumps
appeared all over his body, drops of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping on
the ground and blooming into a splash of water.
He knew that he had
lost.
As long as Hong Juding
is willing, he would bleed on the spot.
"Return."
After a few seconds of
stalemate, Hong Juding finally did not kill him.
With just a slight tap
of his sword finger, the Shenque Sword immediately turned around, spun around
in the air, and then returned to the sword box.
Not only the Divine Palace
Sword, but also the other eight divine swords were sheathed one after another.
In between breaths, the
arena that had just been filled with a murderous atmosphere suddenly became
peaceful.
"You can barely be
considered an opponent for letting me use the Shenque Sword. I hope you can
become stronger in the future."
After throwing down a
sentence lightly, Hong Juding turned around and got off the ring.
Han Feiyang's
performance just now indeed exceeded his expectations.
He thought that three
sword strikes would determine the outcome, but he didn't expect that the
opponent had to endure the seventh sword blow before losing.
Such strength makes him
think highly of him.
"Hardly?"
Looking at Hong
Juding's leaving figure, Han Feiyang slumped to the ground, a hint of
bitterness appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He broke through at the
last moment of the battle and used all his firepower, almost risking half his
life.
He thought he could
defeat Hong Juding and become a blockbuster.
The result? He didn't
even force out the opponent's full strength.
Even from the beginning
to the end, Hong Juding stood on the same spot without moving. He just waved
his fingers a few times and easily won the victory.
The gap between the two
sides is by no means a tiny bit.
He prides himself on
being extremely talented and stands out from the crowd.
However, in front of
Hong Juding, his little talent and strength were not enough.
At this moment, he
deeply realized what it means to have people outside the world and heaven
outside the world.
After being stunned for
a while, Han Feiyang walked down the stage dejectedly and left the arena in
despair.
He has been defeated.
If he continues to stay here, he will only be embarrassed.
As for the third place
competition, he was not interested at all.
If he could not get the
first place, then the subsequent ranking would be completely meaningless.
"Congratulations
to Hong Juding for winning!"
Referee Zhang Qizhen announced
the result at the right time.
For a while, the whole
audience applauded like thunder and lasted a long time.
Those who supported
Hong Juding were naturally excited, and the audience who supported Han Feiyang,
although regretful, also politely applauded.
Because they all knew
in their hearts that Han Feiyang had just tried his best and exerted
unprecedented energy.
But unfortunately, the
gap between the two was too big.
Now he lost, and it was
not unfair.
"Master Xiao, what
do you say now?"
Hong Xingchao looked at
the people around him with a smile.
Before the game, the
two sides had made a bet, and now that he won, he naturally had to ridicule
him.
"You have a good
disciple, I lost."
Xiao Wuming took a deep
breath: "I am willing to accept the defeat. I will keep my promise to you
before. That's it."
After saying that, Xiao
Wuming stood up and left.
His most proud disciple
has lost, how can he stay here?
"Thank you!"
Hong Xingchao smiled proudly.
The two have been
fighting for so long, and today they finally let out a breath of anger.
After an hour's rest,
the second game of the semi-finals will start soon.
Referee Zhang Qizhen
walked onto the stage and said loudly: "Next, let's start the second game.
Please invite contestant No. 2 Dustin and contestant No. 3 Abigail to the
stage!"
As soon as the voice
fell, the scene burst into applause like a tide again.
Abigail is beautiful
and strong. As the only female contestant in the top four, she is very popular.
Although the identity
of the Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order has been criticized by some people,
it is still difficult to hide her charm, so there are many supporters.
When Abigail appeared,
those little fans screamed crazily and kept shouting her name.
As for Dustin, he also
had many supporters.
As the strongest dark
horse in this martial arts competition, Dustin can be said to have won all the
way.
First, he defeated
several foreign masters, and then he successfully defeated the popular Zhang
Yiqing with amazing means.
The scene of breaking
the formation and defeating the enemy with one sword was very
shocking.
So they were looking forward
to the duel between Dustin and Abigail.
Under the attention of
the crowd, Dustin and Abigail walked onto the stage one after another.
"Uncle, I didn't
expect that the two of us would actually meet. It seems that this battle today
is inevitable." Abigail winked playfully.
She knew Dustin's
strength very well, and it was difficult to defeat him.
Of course, she would
not give up easily. Since she was on the stage, she had to try her best.
"Go all out and
let me see how much progress you have made in the past year." Dustin
smiled and said.
"Okay! Then I
won't be polite!"
As soon as the words
fell, Abigail suddenly attacked.
The whole person turned
into a shadow and attacked Dustin first. - Ton
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