There were still 12 hours before the execution!
According to the schedule of the competition, the outcome would only be revealed the next morning.
By then, it would be too late!
He was indebted to the Duke of Xianyu, and had even betrothed his only daughter, Xianer, to him.
Without the Duke of Xianyu, Su Yu would still be suppressed by Qin Feng and Fang Qingzhou, and would never be able to raise his head. He might even die soon. How could he participate in the Holy Meet, and how could he have a lovely wife like Xianer?
If he did not repay the Duke of Xianyu, Su Yu would not be able to rest easy.
Whoosh —
Su Yu's gaze was like lightning, shooting toward the Third Prince, "May I ask the Third Prince, can you save my father-in-law?"
Slowly shaking his head, the Third Prince laughed bitterly, "Dong Lin has already been defeated, and I cannot even protect myself. How would I have the strength to save the Duke of Xianyu? If I could save him, even without your pleas, I would have done so. "
Su Yu laughed bitterly in his heart. Even the Third Prince was powerless?
In this world, the only person who could save the Duke of Xianyu was Su Yu himself!
The Third Prince had a complicated look in his eyes, sighing, "Su Yu, leave with me now, I can give you a ride to escape the empire."
"No need." Su Yu cupped his fists in thanks, sighing, "Even if I die, I want to fight!"
The Third Prince was moved, "Why are you so obsessed with the Duke of Xianyu? You have only known each other for a few days. "
Su Yu's deep eyes flashed with a fluorescent light, lightly smiling, "I owe him a debt of gratitude, that is all."
A debt of gratitude made you travel thousands of miles to fight to the death?
The Third Prince was stunned. He had seen many people who valued relationships, but Su Yu was the only one who valued gratitude.
Clang, clang, clang —
The bell rang. The final battle, the Holy Ranking Competition, had finally begun!
Whoosh —
Su Yu cupped his fists, his purple robe fluttering, turning into a purple shadow as he flew toward the arena.
Weak, helpless, and without help, but strong and determined.
For gratitude, he could use his life, his blood, and fight against the imperial power, against the unfair fate, against the heavens and the earth!
The Third Prince was deeply shocked by the boldness of the Third Prince.
He had seen countless people, but none of them could shock him from the bottom of his heart.
"Master, Su Yu's heart is dead. Let's go," Lin Xiao urged. His eyes were fixed on Su Yu's back, and they were filled with deep respect.
Su Yu was a person who valued relationships and righteousness. Even though he knew that death was the only way out, he was still determined to fight.
Such boldness, such breadth of mind, such obsession shook the mind!
"No!" The Third Prince's eyes flickered as he stared at Su Yu's back. He had a complicated look in his eyes. "Let me use my eyes to witness his life until the very last moment. This is my respect for him."
Perhaps, this would be the last battle of Su Yu's life. Would he rise like a comet and sweep across the starry sky? Would he amaze the world and leave a desolate sigh in the depths of countless people's hearts in the deep and cold starry sky?
The referee was silent. Su Yu was a demon, but his fate was not good, and he was destined to fall before the Holy Gate.
He was destined to find it difficult to rise!
Calming himself down, the referee silently announced the start of the final battle!
"The Top 10 Ranking Competition officially begins!"
In the top ten ranking competition, they would fight for the Saint Gate's crown. Who would be the king of heaven and earth? Who would be the unparalleled overlord?
The answer would be revealed at sunrise the next day!
The long battle would take up an entire day and night. Under normal circumstances, the results would only be revealed at sunrise the next day.
The rules of the Top 10 Ranking Competition had changed.
The referee would then choose one person to challenge the remaining nine Holy Geniuses in the arena. If he won, he would continue the challenge. If he lost, the winner would continue the challenge.
If one person defeated the remaining nine Holy Geniuses in a row and defeated everyone else, he would undoubtedly be crowned the Saint Gate's crown.
The referee explained the rules clearly and began to take out a number from the black box.
"Number 20, Zheng Yilin! Step forward! "The referee took out a number.
Whoosh —
In the martial arts training institute of the Xianyu prefecture, a seventeen-year-old youth with a resolute face stepped onto the arena with steady steps.
His disdainful eyes gave off a frightening sense of power!
He was calm and confident, giving off an imposing aura that was difficult to surpass!
"The duel begins now. Zheng Yilin, you have the right to challenge any of the other nine participants!" The referee reiterated.
Zheng Yilin crossed his arms, looking at the remaining nine geniuses of the empire in the preparation area!
The first to be swept by the referee was Dong Lin. His injuries had already recovered.
"Zheng Yilin! Do you dare to fight me? " Dong Lin was unwilling to lose to Du Yuntian. He wanted to fight again. As long as he defeated Zheng Yilin and became the new arena defender, he would be able to challenge Du Yuntian!
Zheng Yilin's eyes swept past him, indifferently shaking his head. "You are too weak, you are no match for me."
When his eyes fell on Su Yu, his cold gaze froze. However, his gaze still jumped past Su Yu and landed on the person beside Su Yu.
In an instant, a boundless battle intent burned in Zheng Yilin's eyes. He let out a majestic roar. "Demon King, Chong Nanfei! Do you dare to fight me? "
In the past, Chong Nanfei had challenged Zheng Yilin and defeated him easily. Zheng Yilin could not let go of that grudge.
Now that he had comprehended the Holy Decree, his confidence had multiplied. He wanted to wipe away the humiliation he had suffered!
Chong Nanfei laughed. "How can a loser like you be so brave? I shall accept your challenge! "
Whoosh —
Chong Nanfei's elegant figure flew across the arena. His fingers were like two swords, his gaze fierce.
His entire person was like a sharp sword that was about to be unsheathed, giving off an oppressive feeling.
Zheng Yilin slowly lowered his arms. His eyes were filled with humiliation.
Losing to Chong Nanfei was a humiliation he would never forget.
Whoosh —
The two of them attacked at the same time, closing in on each other!
"Lotus Sword Finger!"
Chong Nanfei's fingers were surrounded by a green glow and embellished with a white glow. They were like green leaves and white lotuses in summer.
"Ferocious Tiger Fist!" Zheng Yilin's medium level cultivation technique was at Upper Class!
With a punch, his fist was like the head of a giant tiger. With the power of a tiger roaring through the forest, it swallowed the enemy in front of it!
The piercingly cold wind, coupled with his explosive physique, gave him an awe-inspiring might.
Bang, crack —
A finger and a fist clashed. The two of them were evenly matched!
Even though Zheng Yilin's strength was strong, Chong Nanfei's finger technique was gentle and restrained.
Bang, crack —
The two of them continued to fight, their figures flying everywhere!
After fifty moves, they were still unable to determine the victor.
They had already fought for an hour!
Su Yu was secretly anxious. There were only ten hours left until the Duke of Xianyu's execution. When would it be his turn to fight?
Crack —
The two of them separated, each with their own strengths. Neither of them could do anything to the other.
Chong Nanfei's blood was slightly unstable. He had a look of surprise. Compared to half a year ago, Zheng Yilin's abilities had improved greatly!
But that was all!
"Sword Points to the Heavens!" Chong Nanfei displayed the finger technique that he was most proud of. It was a top level cultivation technique, Stage One Upper Class!
Half a year ago, Zheng Yilin had been defeated by this finger technique!
His two fingers were like swords, pointing to the heavens and slicing through the boundless clouds!
As the finger attacked, Zheng Yilin had a feeling that there was no way to escape!
But the current Zheng Yilin was no longer the same as before!
With a cold glow in his eyes, Zheng Yilin entered a strange state.
A unique rhythm surrounded his body.
From afar, it seemed as if Zheng Yilin's body was covered by a layer of curved light, making his body look somewhat distorted.
The eyes of the Fiery Minister, who was uninterested, lit up, "The Holy Decree!"
Of the thirteen inspectors, other than Fang Yun, the rest of the inspectors were deeply shocked, "To think that there would be a Holy Decree comprehender in this batch!"
The twelve of them stared at Zheng Yilin, a trace of fear appearing in their eyes!
They would not be so surprised if a person could comprehend the Holy Decree before entering the Sanctuary.
But once a person became a disciple of the Sanctuary and comprehended the Holy Decree, there was a high chance that he would become a transcendent being in the Sanctuary. His status would be even higher than that of an inspector!
Fang Yun's cold eyes stared at Su Yu, his heart nervous.
What if Su Yu entered the Sanctuary and bore a grudge? He was a Holy Decree comprehender!
In the past, he had felt that Su Yu's abilities were weak and that he was not fated to enter the Sanctuary. But now that Su Yu had fought his way into the top ten, the chances of him entering the Sanctuary were extremely high.
Coupled with the fact that Su Yu had comprehended the Holy Decree, he would become a special being in the Sanctuary. His status would be even higher than Fang Yun's. When that time came, wouldn't he be the one to suffer?
His heart was filled with regret. If he had known that this would happen, he would not have stood up for his son and expelled Su Yu.
But now that things had come to this, there was only one way to stop Su Yu from entering the Sanctuary!
The Fiery Minister looked at his disciple, Du Yuntian. When he looked at Zheng Yilin again, his gaze was cold, "Yes, not bad. You have comprehended the Holy Decree."
The group of inspectors smiled apologetically, but in their hearts, they felt helpless. It looked like the Fiery Minister was angry that Zheng Yilin had overshadowed his disciple.
So much so that Zheng Yilin had only received a "not bad" evaluation for comprehending the Holy Decree?
Even the Fiery Minister himself had not comprehended the Holy Decree.
The crowd could see his bias, but they did not dare refute him.
"Five Light Ten Fists!" Zheng Yilin's eyes glowed, his fists striking out ten times!
Every punch had a unique rhythm revolving around the center of his palm. Under this unique rhythm, every punch of Zheng Yilin's seemed to be distorted by light, making it difficult for people to determine where the real punch was coming from!
Thump, thump, thump —
Chong Nanfei's expression changed greatly, "The Holy Decree! You have actually comprehended the Holy Decree! "
In a hurry, Chong Nanfei revolved his sword fingers to block.
But the ten punches were extremely strange and distorted, making it difficult to determine their direction!
Ah —
Chong Nanfei only managed to block three punches before a distorted punch smashed into his chest. He flew backward and fell off the arena, defeated on the spot!
Zheng Yilin withdrew his Holy Decree and stood firmly on the arena. He was in high spirits, his confidence unprecedented.
The joy of avenging his humiliation caused him to once again sigh at the power of his Holy Decree. Only tens of thousands of geniuses could comprehend the Holy Decree, and Zheng Yilin alone possessed it!
His gaze was fixed on Xia Jingyu's beautiful face in the preparation area, his heart filled with confidence. He believed that after displaying the power of his Holy Decree, Xia Jingyu would know how to choose!
Xia Jingyu's expression was tranquil, her clear eyes like the waters of autumn and winter, clear and serene. She was not the least bit affected by Zheng Yilin's Holy Decree.
Zheng Yilin was slightly stunned. Could it be that his Holy Decree was not unique and powerful enough?
That's right, Su Yu! There was only one person who had comprehended the Holy Decree, and that was Su Yu!
Zheng Yilin's gaze was like cold lightning as he once again shot toward Su Yu!
"Su Yu! I heard that you have also comprehended the Holy Decree. Why don't you come up and spar with me? As your former senior, I might be able to give you some pointers! "Zheng Yilin suppressed his cold intent, his face carrying a relaxed smile. He used a guiding tone to invite Su Yu onto the arena.
With Zheng Yilin's abilities, as well as his unrivaled Holy Decree, he naturally had the right to say such words.
Su Yu's heart relaxed. It was finally his turn to fight!
Whoosh —
Su Yu floated like a swan feather, standing firmly on the arena. His mind was filled with the Duke of Xianyu.
There were only ten hours left to save the Duke of Xianyu.
There was only one way for him to save the Duke of Xianyu, and that was to achieve nine consecutive victories!
Starting from Zheng Yilin, Su Yu had to defeat all nine Holy Geniuses, including Du Yuntian, in one breath without stopping!
"Show me your Holy Decree, I will give you a call." Zheng Yilin had a smile. Only by defeating Su Yu's Holy Decree in front of Xia Jingyu could he prove the power of his Holy Decree.
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