After a night of turmoil, the second round of the competition finally began.
Seeing Song Qingshu's appearance, there was a commotion in the field. Obviously, most people knew what had happened yesterday. However, many people were not there last night, so they didn't see Song Qingshu fight.
Song QingShu won the first round without putting in much effort. In the second round, it was the famous Swordsman of Jinyang. Judging from the battle strength that the Swordsman of Jinyang had shown in the first round, the two of them were bound to have a fierce battle. Everyone's eyes widened, not wanting to miss any exciting details.
"Master Xiao, please!" With one hand behind his back, Song Qingshu made an inviting gesture with the other hand. As the wind blew, his white robe fluttered, and he looked like a grandmaster.
Xiao Banhe smiled and said lightly, "There's no need to fight this round. I admit defeat."
The crowd burst into an uproar as soon as he said this. Although many people believed that he was no match for Song QingShu, there were also many people who thought that Song QingShu had fought repeatedly last night. With Xiao Banhe's martial arts skills, he might still have a chance. Who would have thought that he would admit defeat without even fighting?
Suddenly, the field was filled with boos. Those who had bet on Xiao Banhe were so angry that they jumped up and down, and all kinds of vulgar words came out of their mouths.
"Coward!"
"What bullshit Master of Jinyang? I think it's better to change his name to Jinyang Coward."
"Pay for our money!"
…
Xiao Banhe snorted coldly. The noisy people in the field only felt a vibration in their ears, and their blood surged in their chests. For a moment, they couldn't say anything. They couldn't help but change their expressions. His strength was really shocking.
Seeing that the field quieted down, Xiao Banhe cupped his hands and said to the crowd, "I have fought with Prince Song several times before, and I lost every time. Even if I fight again this time, I still can't win. I won't waste your time."
After saying that, he left Song Qingshu with an enigmatic smile and turned to leave the arena. It seemed that he didn't want to watch the rest of the competition.
Song Qingshu was confused. He couldn't help but think that he had emphasized that they were not enemies. Was he using this method to prove his sincerity? But why did he do that?
Seeing that the first match had ended without a winner, the crowd was disappointed and had no choice but to turn their attention to the next match. The contestants had not even stepped onto the stage, but many people were already discussing it.
"Who do you think will win, Linghu Chong or Yang Guo?"
"Probably Linghu Chong. After all, his sword technique is publicly acknowledged as the number one in the Five Mountain Sword Faction. Moreover, Yang Guo has lost an arm. He will be at too much of a disadvantage in a fight."
"I think so too, sword techniques have always been
Yang Guo is using such a heavy fire stick as a sword. Isn't this a joke? "
"That's not necessarily true. In the previous rounds, once Yang Guo's opponents clashed with his weapon, their own weapon would immediately break. If Linghu Chong's sword was broken, then what use is his sword technique?"
"With Linghu Chong's sword speed, how could he be stupid enough to fight Yang Guo head-on?"
Hearing the discussion in the distance, Song Qingshu smiled. It seemed that Linghu Chong was going to disappoint these people.
As expected, Yang Guo waited in the arena for a long time without seeing any trace of Linghu Chong. A member of the Sun Moon Sect hurriedly ran to Huang Rong and whispered a few words in her ear. A trace of surprise flashed across Huang Rong's face. She had no choice but to stand up and say, "Young Hero Linghu is seriously injured and has decided to forfeit this match. Therefore, this round of competition … Young Hero Yang is the winner."
Huang Rong was upset. She had wanted Linghu Chong to show his invincible might and defeat Yang Guo to vent her anger. After all, she was almost ruined by Yang Guo's adoptive father last night and lost her chastity.
Thinking of what Yang Kang and Ouyang Feng had done, Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo with an unfriendly gaze. My father is annoying, my adoptive father is annoying, and now even my son is so annoying. Did I owe them in my previous life?
If Yang Guo really wins the championship, it will be troublesome if he wants to take revenge based on the relationship between us, mother and daughter …
As Huang Rong was having a headache, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the smiling Song Qingshu. She didn't know why, but her heart gradually calmed down. She kept comforting herself, "Anyway, with that person here, Yang Guo can't win the championship …"
"There must be a conspiracy!"
"It must be manipulated from behind the scenes!"
"The person who will advance to the next round must be predetermined!"
…
The uproar of the heroes in the arena was twice as loud as before. After all, the first round was forfeited, and the second round was forfeited. It was hard not to be suspicious.
Huang Rong and some leaders of the Golden Snake Camp finally calmed the emotions of the heroes. Seeing Yang Miaozhen and Shi Potian go on the arena at the same time, the noise in the arena gradually subsided. They looked at the two people on the arena with great expectation.
"Brother, who do you think will win?"
"We've been guessing for half a day, and then they forfeit. What's the point of guessing?"
…
Yang Miaozhen had already calmed herself down and eliminated all the noise from the outside world. In her eyes, there was only Shi Potian.
She had watched the fight between Shi Potian and He Shiwo from beginning to end. Although Shi Potian looked like a simpleton, his incomparably powerful internal energy was indeed somewhat frightening. However, his moves were different from those of a normal person.
However, his moves seemed to be a bit rough. It was He Shiwo's fault that his internal energy was not strong enough. Otherwise, Yang Miaozhen would have been able to see more things.
She made up her mind that she must make full use of the advantages of her moves and absolutely avoid a head-on collision with his internal energy.
Different from yesterday, Shi Potian was holding a short saber in his hand today. Obviously, he didn't think that he could win the Pear Blossom Spear in the Fourth Lady's hand with his bare hands.
"The Golden Crow Saber Technique."
After watching the two of them exchange a few moves, Song Qingshu subconsciously remembered the name of Shi Potian's saber technique. It seemed that this saber technique was created by Bai Zizai's wife, and it was specifically used to restrain the Snow Mountain Sword Technique.
When Song Qingshu and Icy Snow went to Jingzhou City to look for the Godly Radiating Scripture, they had seen the sword technique of the Snow Mountain Sect. Although it was exquisite, in Song Qingshu's current eyes, it was not a top-notch sword technique. The Golden Crow Saber Technique was used to restrain it, so no matter how powerful it was, it couldn't be too powerful.
"I've really picked up a big bargain." Song Qingshu had a faint smile on his face. It seemed that Shi Potian hadn't gone to the Isle of Heroes to learn the Taixuan Scripture and the various martial arts on the stone wall. Otherwise, he would have a headache. The current Shi Potian was just a person with a top-notch internal energy, but no matching moves or martial arts. There was nothing to be afraid of.
On the stage, the two figures had already separated. Yang Miaozhen looked at her opponent and thought, "His saber technique is indeed much better than his fist technique, but it's a pity that it is far inferior to my Pear Blossom Spear."
The exchange just now had made Yang Miaozhen feel much more confident. Her spear technique became even more calm. The crowd could only see the sky full of pear blossom flowers revolving around Shi Potian's body. In the beginning, they could still see Shi Potian fighting back from time to time. Unfortunately, even his figure was almost covered by the pear blossom flowers, and the circle of pear blossom flowers was getting tighter and tighter. The crowd could only judge that Shi Potian was still persistently resisting by the sound of weapons clashing.
"Hey, that silly boy seems to be in a bad situation." Guo Fu said thoughtlessly while eating melon seeds.
Song QingShu furrowed his brows. It seemed like this Shi Potian had received guidance from an expert. The gap between the two of them was too big, so Shi Potian took the initiative to give up on competing moves, and instead chose to focus on defending his own territory. It seemed like Yang Miaozhen had gained the upper hand, but in fact, she hadn't gained much advantage.
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PS: Why are the updates so slow recently? Hmm, it's because I've been reading "Pure Bird Reporter". It's a very good book, I recommend everyone to read it.
PS: It's still a problem of updating. I plan to adjust my state of mind in the next two days, and then I'll increase the number of updates. I also feel that it's not good to update once a day.
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