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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

Comments

Sid said…
Ahh too much excitement now... May someone give a pill to boost author to write more chapters in one go. Thanks a ton team for updates and efforts.
Riba said…
@Ton, thanks
Anonymous said…
Waiting for next chapter
Ton said…
Same. Author has not updated yet.

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