The battle between Ye Xingchen and Ling Li had been ravaged crazily in the beginning, but suddenly ended with a KO and elimination.
The referee was stunned.
According to his judgment of the situation, he thought that the battle would continue for a while, but … it was over?
Jian Guixu, Gu Tianxing, and the other experts were dumbfounded.
Ling Li had activated his Demonic Emperor bloodline, according to the rules, there would definitely be an extremely fierce battle.
Yes.
No matter if it was the main or the villain, as long as one side used their trump card, the battle would definitely continue.
But, at the crucial moment, Ye Xingchen saw a familiar figure, in order to quickly chase, he chose to cleanly defeat his opponent.
"Plop!"
Ling Li fell from the sunken wall to the ground.
Because he fainted, the special lines that appeared disappeared.
He didn't want to lose, he couldn't lose.
But he still lost.
This was reality!
In anime, protagonists or villains could still rely on roaring to increase their damage, but in fantasy novels, no matter how you used your trump card, if you were stronger than you, you would still have to lie down.
"Bang!"
On the floating platform, the tables and chairs exploded.
Demonic Emperor raised his hand, his eyes flashing with anger.
Seeing his favorite adopted son lose to a disciple of the Sect of All Times, the anger in his body could no longer be suppressed.
The big shots sitting at the side all stood up, maintaining a high level of vigilance.
"Demonic Emperor!"
An old man representing the organizer gathered his courage and said: "This is the Universe Sacred War, don't be rash!"
Someone agreed: "Whatever grudges you have, wait until the Sacred War is over!"
"Hmph."
Demonic Emperor retracted his hand and said coldly: "Winner takes all, you must accept your loss, do you still need to teach this emperor?"
"…"
Everyone secretly let out a sigh of relief.
They could tell from Demonic Emperor's words that he wouldn't fly into a rage out of humiliation.
This was for the best, for the best.
But, the Sect of All Times was fierce enough.
They consecutively killed and defeated Demonic Emperor's adopted son.
Good.
A grudge was definitely formed.
Who knew how Demonic Emperor would retaliate after the Universe Sacred War was over.
When everyone thought of this, they couldn't help but worry about the Sect of All Times. They even guessed that they might not be able to leave the Heavenly Net World safely.
Jun Changxiao didn't think too much about this problem because he was looking at the screen like his disciple. He looked at the graceful figure on the screen and thought to himself, "The two of them still met."
At this moment.
The audience was also looking at the screen.
They did not understand why Ye Xingchen had suddenly sent Ling Li flying or why he had suddenly rushed out to stop the woman.
Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people, the petite and graceful figure turned around.
An elegant and refined face, perfectly proportioned facial features, and … eyes filled with resentment.
That was right.
Jie Lingyao.
Ye Xingchen felt an indescribable pain in his heart when he saw the face that he could not get rid of in his sea of consciousness. It was as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"You didn't expect that, did you?"
Jie Lingyao sneered, "We will meet in the Universe Holy War finals."
"..." Ye Xingchen suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and said coldly, "I shouldn't have let you live."
All these years.
It's about that.
Night Emperor could never forget.
Later, he blamed himself for being soft-hearted. If he had killed her, he wouldn't have been so frustrated.
"Ye Xingchen!" Jie Lingyao looked at him hatefully and said while gritting her teeth, "Since the day you bullied me, I was already a dead person!"
As soon as she said this, everyone understood.
The warriors present had all lived for thousands of years. When they heard the word "bully", they immediately understood.
Moreover, it was normal for young people to have love and hate. Who hadn't rushed in the same river in the past?
"Since you're dead."
Ye Xingchen said indifferently, "Why do you still want to come?"
"Because …" The resentment in Jie Lingyao's eyes became angrier. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "I want to kill you in the Universe Holy War finals with my own hands!"
"Sigh."
Jun Changxiao sighed and said, "When will love and hate stop?"
"Kill me?"
Ye Xingchen said coldly, "Are you worthy?"
These words were very Gou Sheng.
"The dead should lie in the cemetery and not come out to make a fool of themselves."
Ye Xingchen turned and left.
He just wanted to confirm the identity of the figure, and now he got the answer.
However, when he saw Jie Lingyao's resentful eyes, the memories of the past occupied his mind and mind. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
If Ling Li was still standing on the stage at this time, Ye Xingchen would definitely rush up and put all the frustration and anger in his heart into his fist to show everyone the most tragic violence!
So angry.
So painful.
I really want to beat someone up!
"Junior Brother." At this moment, Su Xiaomo walked over and whispered, "Women need to be coaxed."
Ye Xingchen looked at him, unable to suppress his anger.
"…"
Seeing this, Su Xiaomo felt a chill down his spine and hurriedly turned away.
"Shua!" Ye Xingchen grabbed his shoulders with both hands and directly threw him over his shoulder. Then, he rode on top of him and began to bombard him with torrential rain.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Every punch hit the flesh, and every punch was explosive.
Let me clarify here that Ye Xingchen was not targeting Su Xiaomo. He was just extremely frustrated, and the other party took the initiative to come over.
"Sigh." Li Fei shook his head and thought to himself, "Senior Brother Su must know that Junior Brother Ye is very frustrated, so he took the initiative to be a punching bag to let him vent his anger."
A moment later.
Ye Xingchen stopped.
Su Xiaomo lay on the ground with a bloody nose and a swollen face.
He curled his legs and spread his hands, saying, "Since you're my Junior Brother, I won't argue with you. But don't think that I can't beat you!"
"Bang —"
Ye Xingchen rushed over and punched him hard in the face. Then, he took a deep breath and said, "I feel good!"
He felt good.
Su Xiaomo was in pain.
It did not matter.
To be able to transfer his Junior Brother's pain to himself was the greatest responsibility as a Senior Brother.
"Participant number nine, can you still fight?" The referee asked.
"Yes!"
Su Xiaomo covered his face and stood up.
"Then hurry up and go on stage, or it will be counted as a forfeit." The referee urged.
"Alright."
Su Xiaomo followed the array and entered the stage. Then, he defeated his opponent with a big bump on his head and smoothly entered the next round.
… ….
The eighth round of the competition continued.
Lu Qianqian, Xiao Ziji and the others met with the godson of the Heavenly Devil Emperor one after another, and in the end, they killed him without any accident.
Indeed.
These people all had a tragic childhood, but they had already been tamed into cruel wild wolves, so Jun Changxiao's intention was to get rid of them if possible, lest they help the evildoer.
Not long after.
The eighth round was over.
There were only sixty-four contestants left on the Martial Arts Arena.
Among them, the disciples of the Sect of All Times took up twenty spots, the godson of the Heavenly Devil Emperor took up thirty spots, and the rest were top geniuses from other galaxies who did not deserve to be named.
Based on the performance of the contestants in the previous rounds, most of the audience believed that the disciples of the Sect of All Times would win the championship without any suspense.
He was able to instakill or win at the slightest provocation. He was simply incomprehensibly strong.
"The ninth round."
The referee announced in a clear voice, "Draw lots!"
The disciples of the Sect of All Times, led by Lu Qianqian, once again drew lots. Ye Xingchen drew number one, which meant that he would be the first to fight in the ninth round.
"Contestants, please enter the Martial Arts Arena!"
"Shua!"
As soon as the referee opened his mouth, Ye Xingchen walked over.
When he was teleported to the Martial Arts Arena and saw that his opponent was Jie Lingyao, his whole face instantly fell.
"F * ck!"
Jun Changxiao stood up and shouted, "Did you arrange this on purpose?!"
"Jun Patriarch."
The organizer standing in the distance solemnly said, "The purpose of the Universe Sacred War is to never be impulsive and never miss any battle. The referee will definitely be fair and beautiful. Please do not have any doubts."
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