Although Yan Buqi lost, his popularity did not decrease at all.
Those female fans were still crazy and kept shouting his name. This was a scene that no other contestant had ever seen before.
Sure enough, good-looking people get different treatment.
"Mr. Yan, how are you? Are you okay?"
As soon as Yan Buqi returned to his seat, Liu Hongxue asked with concern.
"It's just a minor injury, it's okay."
Yan Buqi smiled and shook his head. Although he was smiling, there was a bit more loneliness and regret in his eyes.
He came to participate in the competition not only to become famous, but also to prove that he was no worse than anyone else.
The result of the quarterfinals was not bad, but he still hoped to go further.
It was a pity that he was not strong enough and fell at the door of the semifinals.
Of course, he was convinced of his defeat to Han Feiyang.
"Mr. Yan, you are already very good. Many disciples of big sects are far inferior to you. Don't mind." Liu Rushuang comforted.
"Yes, Master Yan, you are much better than me. I didn't even make it to the top 16. Look at yourself now. You have a great reputation and many supporters. You are really amazing." Xu Yang next to him echoed.
In this competition, he not only didn't get a good ranking, but also suffered serious injuries. Half of his body was wrapped in bandages.
Relatively speaking, Yan Buqi is already famous in the world.
At this moment, in another direction.
"Brother Feiyang, you are really amazing. You solved the battle easily." Xiao Qiang said happily.
"The opponent is quite strong. I took advantage of my high cultivation. If we were at the same level, I think it would be a hard battle." Han Feiyang was not complacent.
The enemies he fought before were all weaklings who were not up to the standard, and the strong enemies he faced today were the real challenge.
"Anyway, you won. You are sure to enter the top four. As long as you win two more games, you can win the championship smoothly!" Xiao Qiang has great confidence in the people around him.
"The road to the championship is probably not easy!"
Han Feiyang said, his eyes swept to the other side, where Tyler Juding was resting with his eyes closed.
That was his biggest rival, and only by defeating him could he be qualified to win the championship.
Otherwise, it would be in vain to win more people.
After the first game, it was time for the halftime break.
Today, there was plenty of time, so the process of the game was not fast. After each game, there would be a show to set the atmosphere and give the next contestant enough time to prepare.
After a song and dance performance, the second game started soon.
Zhang Qizheng walked onto the stage again, looked at the battle list in his hand, and said loudly: "The second game is contestant No. 2 Tyler Juding against contestant No. 7 Li Changmian!"
As soon as this was said, the audience could not help but whisper.
Tyler Juding and Li Changmian are both disciples of the Sword Sect. Now that the two of them meet, it is considered a civil war in the Sword Sect.
"Oh my! Master Tyler, your Sword Sect is not very lucky. Your disciples are actually killing each other? It's really sad!"
In the main audience, Xiao Wuming shook his head and said sarcastically.
He was disgusted by Tyler Xingchao just now, and now he finally got the chance to fight back.
At this point, even if they are fellow disciples, they can't show mercy.
After all, the opportunity to rise to the top in one step is right in front of them, who would give up?
Once the two of them fight, there will inevitably be casualties.
He is naturally happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.
"Humph! Our Sword Sect is just unlucky, and your Celestial Alliance is not strong. Even if one person is eliminated in this game, our Sword Sect can still win the championship. As for you... whether you can enter the finals is a question!" Tyler Xingchao retorted.
There are two Sword Sect disciples in the quarterfinals, and he was quite happy at first.
I thought both of them had a chance to advance to the semifinals, but I didn't expect them to meet in the second round. It's really a bit unlucky.
"Hehe... What you should worry about now is not whether our Celestial Alliance disciples can enter the finals, but whether your two beloved disciples will fight to the death?"
Xiao Wuming smiled: "They are all first-class talents. It would be a pity if one of them is lost!"
"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is determined by God. Since you are on the stage, you must be prepared for the worst. If you are not strong enough, you deserve to die." Tyler Xingchao said coldly.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Master Tyler is really heartless!" Xiao Wuming shook his head.
"You two, the contestants have already entered the stage, so just watch the game quietly." Penelope Solace said suddenly.
After Tyler Xingchao and Xiao Wuming glared at each other, they stopped talking and cast their eyes on the ring.
The first to go on stage was Tyler Juding, who was carrying a sword box on his back and still looked as cold as ice.
The whole person stood there, like a sword out of its sheath, with a sharp aura all over his body.
On the other hand, Li Changmian, although also a disciple of the Sword Sect, has a much softer aura.
With a natural smile on his face, he gives people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.
If Tyler Juding is the ice in the depths of the Nine Netherworld, exuding coldness everywhere; then Li Changmian is the sun in winter, warm and kind. - Marinien
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