"What to do, just admit defeat."
The female audience couldn't stand it anymore, and they began to feel sorry for contestant number six. He's so handsome and so hardworking, and the key issue is that he can also play the flute. Such an excellent guy, why does he want to compete with that barbarian, he can kill him with his face alone.
Regarding the appearance of his disciples, it has always been a very embarrassing thing for Flame Emperor. That was because his disciples were all rough men. In terms of strength, they are indeed not weak, but in terms of appearance, they really don't dare to compliment them.
Contestant number six's eyebrows were burned off, but he still insisted on playing the flute. The hand holding the flute was very stable, but the sound of the flute was trembling. This trembling sound wave directly penetrated into contestant number five's sea of consciousness, constantly attacking his spiritual consciousness.
"Do you have to fight like this, it's enough."
"Yeah, no matter who it is, just admit defeat."
Not to mention the female audience, even the male audience couldn't stand it anymore. The fight has already reached this point, indicating that the strength of the two is almost the same. If they continue to fight, it will inevitably be a lose-lose situation. At that time, even if they win, they won't have the strength to participate in the next round.
In addition to the place where contestant number six is wearing soft armor, the other parts of his body have been seriously burned, especially the left hand holding the flute, which has been burned to the bones inside.
Contestant number five is also not feeling good. His spiritual consciousness is being attacked and the cold sweat is flowing, and the corner of his mouth is twitching. Although there are no visible scars on the surface of his body, the feeling is more uncomfortable than being burned.
The two are in a stalemate, and no one is willing to admit defeat. Seeing that contestant number six's legs are exposed, contestant number five began to foam at the mouth, and his mouth was crooked to the side. No one knows who can persist until the end. In this way of competition, even if they win, what's the point?
"Okay, come down."
Flame Emperor finally couldn't stand it anymore, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled his disciple down. Contestant number five stepped down first, which naturally means that he lost the game. In fact, Flame Emperor doesn't want his disciple to lose, but if his spiritual consciousness is seriously damaged, he will become a fool.
"Tsk tsk tsk … Lord Flame Emperor is so kind, he can't bear to let his disciple suffer."
"Yeah, Lord Heavenly Emperor is too cruel, he can't bear to see this."
The audience was not stupid. They could tell that the two of them were about the same level. The key was that Flame Emperor couldn't bear to see his disciple suffer, so he took the initiative to admit defeat for him. After getting off the stage, Contestant Number Five was still a little unconvinced. He felt that he couldn't continue fighting with Contestant Number Six. However, since it was his master's decision, he didn't dare to refute it.
"Go back and have a good rest. It's not worth it for you to do this for the competition."
Flame Emperor was right. This wasn't a battle to the death. It was just a battle to win. It wasn't worth risking one's life. Even if it was to become the son-in-law of the Yellow Emperor's family, it wasn't worth risking his life.
"Don't move. Heal your wounds here."
Celestial Thearch was also healing his disciple. Contestant Number Six's physical injuries were rather severe, so it wasn't convenient for him to return. Thus, he began to heal his disciple by his master's side. The Celestial Monarch took out a translucent green ointment and applied it to his disciple.
Contestant Number Six's burnt leg skin and muscles could be seen gradually recovering after the ointment was applied. The Celestial Thearch had also purged the Fire Poison that had seeped into his bones, so his skin and flesh were growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Soon, all the injuries on Contestant Number Six's body were healed. Even his burnt eyebrows and hair grew back. There was no scar left on his face. He had returned to his previous handsome appearance.
"Fortunately, his face isn't disfigured."
"Who said that the Celestial Monarch is ruthless? He's still quite good to his disciple."
The female audience was discussing enthusiastically, but Du Feng wasn't in the mood to support them at all. Because next, it was time for the mysterious Contestant Number Thirteen to compete with Contestant Number Ten.
Contestant Number Thirteen, who represented the Shangguan family, relied on blind luck to get into the top ten. There was also Contestant Number Ten, the disciple of Emperor Qing. He easily won with his strength and fought his way into the top ten. According to everyone's opinion, Contestant Number Thirteen was obviously no match for Contestant Number Ten.
But Du Feng knew that Du Tulong would never be wrong. The only thing he couldn't figure out was how Contestant Number Thirteen would win.
For some reason, the Yellow Emperor wasn't in a hurry this time. He waited until the Flame Emperor and the Celestial Monarch had made arrangements for their disciples before sending Contestants Number Ten and Thirteen up.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.... How were they going to fight? As the disciple of Emperor Qing, Contestant Number Ten couldn't just kneel down and admit defeat. That would be too fake. Previously, Emperor Le's nephew, the sturdy little giant, had knelt down and admitted defeat. That was unbelievable.
"You should go down yourself, lest you embarrass yourself later."
Before the Yellow Emperor could announce the start of the competition, Contestant Number Thirteen spoke first. He actually told Contestant Number Ten to jump down and admit defeat himself, lest he embarrass himself later. His attitude and tone were really arrogant.
"Hmph, it's not certain who will lose yet. I'm not going to play along with you."
Contestant Number Ten was naturally indignant. Previously, he had thought that Contestant Number Thirteen was just messing around. It was already a miracle that someone like him could get into the top ten.
But for some reason, the Yellow Emperor's lips curled up when he heard their conversation. He seemed to be waiting for a good show to unfold. When both of them were done talking, he announced the start of the competition.
The competition had just begun, but Contestant Number Ten's flying sword shot out. He was a sword cultivator, and an expert at using flying swords at that. Therefore, he took advantage of the distance between the two to attack with his flying sword to gain the upper hand.
"Whoosh...."
The light green flying sword was indeed very fast. In an instant, it reached Contestant Number Thirteen. However, when it was one meter away from him, it suddenly stopped. It was as if it had hit a wall. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't move an inch.
"What's going on? Why did it stop?"
"Yeah, I don't see any Spiritual Energy barriers."
The audience couldn't understand why contestant number 10's flying sword would suddenly stop at such a fast speed. Logically speaking, even if it was just momentum, it should have been able to pierce Contestant Number Thirteen's body. If it was blocked by a true essence shield, then it should be possible to see that there was a transparent shield.
"I'll say it again. It's not too late to admit defeat. Don't look for trouble."
Contestant Number Thirteen crossed his arms in front of his chest and tilted his chin slightly. He was still as arrogant as ever. The audience below was enraged. Some male martial artists even wanted to go up and beat him up. He was just a backdoor entrant. What right did he have to be so arrogant?
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