Dong!
The spear landed solidly on Xie Anshou's body. Like a flood breaking through a dam, it instantly shattered the defensive energy shield on his body and pierced through it.
"Ah!"
At the same time, Xie Anshou let out a cry of agony, as if his body had been pierced by the spear. His soul felt like it was being torn apart by countless demons.
He flew backward and slid along the ground for a few hundred meters, creating a ravine and scattering rocks everywhere. He eventually slammed into the wall of the ring, creating a huge pit.
"Puff!" Xie Anshou could not help but vomit a mouthful of blood, staining the ground. His expression was hideous, as if he had gone crazy.
He still could not believe that he had lost. He had lost this time, and to a seventh-layer Martial Master at that.
Meanwhile, Xia Ping stood quietly on the ground, holding the Hell Spear and looking down from above. He quietly comprehended the power of the spear. After reaching the seventh-layer Martial Master, he seemed to be able to control the spear more and more perfectly.
When he inserted his Qi into the spear, it was as if his soul had merged with the weapon, achieving the state of being one with the weapon.
He even felt that the Hell Spear seemed to contain a peerless martial art from Hell. If he continued to master it, he might be able to completely master the martial art.
"Xia Ping!"
He let out a roar, feeling extremely humiliated. He was a ninth-layer Martial Master, yet he was defeated by a junior with a single spear, and his body was pierced through like a chicken.
It was a great humiliation!
Hatred, anger, humiliation, unwillingness, and many other emotions surged up in his heart, making him unable to accept it.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Xie Anshou let out a roar like an injured beast. Even though he was injured, his Qi had not been depleted yet. He was still a ninth-layer Martial Master, posing a great threat.
"Fight my ass, do you have a death wish?"
Xia Ping raised his hand and thrust the spear forward, leaving a strange trail in the air. The tip of the spear instantly reached Xie Anshou's throat, emitting a shocking murderous intent.
It felt like the spear would pierce through his throat if he moved slightly, and his head would be chopped off.
"This, this!"
All of a sudden, Xie Anshou's anger disappeared, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head. What replaced it was fear and the fear of death. There was no longer any reluctance.
If not for the protection of the energy, he would have been killed by the spear.
"What this? Do you admit defeat or not? If you don't, I'll stab you to death with my spear." Xia Ping looked down at Xie Anshou, a terrifying killing intent radiating from his body.
The Hell Spear flickered with a terrifying cold light, like a venomous snake. It seemed that with a single thought, the cold light could turn his head into minced meat.
"I, I admit defeat."
Xie Anshou seemed to have used up all his strength after saying those words. He collapsed to the ground like a punctured balloon.
He knew that if he said this, he would lose the championship. But even if he didn't want to say it, he had no choice. He would still be eliminated by Xia Ping, and he might even be seriously injured.
Whoosh!
In the next second, Xie Anshou was enveloped by a white light and teleported away to be healed.
At that moment, the system announced that Xia Ping had won the semifinals.
"Oh my god, this kid won the semifinals too."
"Unbelievable. Who would have thought that Xia Ping could get this far? Even the championship seems to be within his reach."
"He's literally the blackest, blackest horse."
"It's over. I bet that this kid would lose. Now he's in the finals and can compete for the championship. Doesn't that mean that all my money has gone down the drain?"
"Shameless. Didn't he say that he was having a sudden recovery before death? How did he end up like this? Even Xie Anshou has been defeated. Is there any justice in this world? Is there any humanity left? "
"Bullsh * t. He's so cruel. Who would believe his words?"
Many of the spectators were cursing, especially those who had bet on Xia Ping to lose the match. They were so angry that their faces turned green. When they saw Xie Anshou surrender, their hearts were filled with despair, as if they had been slapped in the face.
Previously, they had said that Xia Ping would stop at the semifinals and that it was impossible for him to win. But the reality was like this. They could not accept it.
Boom!
At that moment, Xia Ping walked out of the arena.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Many reporters immediately went forward and grabbed microphones. They immediately blocked Xia Ping's way. The cameras and cameras in the distance were all shooting crazily.
Because the genius contest was a competition that everyone paid attention to, especially the semifinals. Everyone who could enter the semifinals was bound to be a king in the future, unless they died halfway.
One could imagine how much these people were sought after by the media. If he did not interview them now, it would be difficult to do so in the future.
"Mr. Xia, how do you feel now that you've defeated Xie Anshou and entered the finals?" a reporter took the microphone and asked immediately.
Xia Ping stood there and nodded. "Of course I'm in a good mood. After all, Xie Anshou is a strong opponent. I'm very excited to be able to defeat such an opponent. I think this trip was worth it."
"But there were rumors that you were seriously injured and it was almost impossible for you to defeat Xie Anshou. What do you think about this?" a reporter asked curiously.
Xia Ping admitted directly, "That's right. I was indeed seriously injured. The reason why I could defeat Xie Anshou was purely because of my strong will and the final radiance of the setting sun.
"I guess defeating Xie Anshou is my limit. This is the last battle. I don't have any more."
He sighed to the sky. He thought that he had exhausted all his strength in this match. This was basically his last battle.
Keep bragging!
Many viewers watching the live broadcast wanted to spit on this shameless person's face. They had never seen a b * stard who lied with his eyes wide open.
During the top 100 competition, this guy had already said that he was about to die. He could only win because of the final radiance of the setting sun. Every match was the last and he had exhausted almost all his strength.
The problem was that every match was a complete mess. His opponents all died, but he was completely fine.
Inadvertently, this guy had advanced to the finals and had a chance of winning!
Now, he actually had the audacity to say such words, saying that he didn't have much strength left. Just ask yourself, does your conscience feel at ease after saying such words? Do you still have any shame? Do you really think that we are idiots? Would they believe a few random words?!
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