Wang Teng looked down at the girl at his feet and shook his head. Indeed, a woman's brain was never proportional to her body.
A man's mouth was a liar!
If she couldn't understand this, she would definitely be at a disadvantage in the future.
Today, he would treat it as a free lesson for her.
Wang Teng was almost touched by his own kindness. How could one be so outstanding? There weren't many people who were willing to help others like him.
…
[Spirit * 12]
[Enlightenment * 10]
[Wood Force * 66]
…
Wang Teng picked up the attribute bubbles on the arena and walked down.
To be honest, there were only two or three people in the top 16 who could attract his attention.
The other contestants were not bad, but they were still lacking compared to the people in the first tier.
In the morning, it was time for the eight to four duels.
Wang Teng had successfully advanced to the next round. Ji Xiuming and Ren Qingcang didn't waste too much time either. They had also advanced to the top four.
The last person would be decided between Luo Cheng and Zhao Yuanwu.
Obviously, Zhao Yuanwu was the loser.
In front of a real 6-star soldier-level martial warrior, especially one who was at the same level as a prodigy, the difference of one level was like a chasm.
Not everyone could defeat someone who was at a higher level than them like Wang Teng.
Hence, after Wang Teng, Zhao Yuanwu suffered another crushing defeat.
The top four were quickly decided. The other three contestants were expected to be in the top four. Only Wang Teng advanced to the top four as a dark horse. Many people were still reminiscing about that battle.
When the crowd dispersed, everyone was still talking about it. It was very lively.
"The top two will be decided in the afternoon. I wonder which two people will fight for the championship in the end?"
"I still think that Ji Xiuming and Ren Qingcang have a higher chance."
"It's hard to say. From the start of the competition until now, Wang Teng has been very relaxed. It seems like he hasn't shown his full strength yet."
"Now that you mention it, that's true."
…
On the way back to the hotel, Han Zhu asked, "You'll be facing either Ji Xiuming or Ren Qingcang in the afternoon. Are you nervous?"
This time, according to the rankings, he could enter the top ten, so he was in a good mood. At this moment, he was even teasing Wang Teng.
"There's nothing to be nervous about. In my opinion, they are no different from ordinary opponents," Wang Teng said calmly.
"You sure have guts. These two are the hot contenders for the championship. How can ordinary participants compare to them?" Wan Baiqiu, who was beside him, said in a speechless manner.
Wang Teng shook his head and said, "That's because you've put them on a pedestal too high. Without that extravagant appearance, they're no different from ordinary people. They'll still lose."
The people from Huanghai Military Academy looked at each other. Although they felt that it made sense, they still felt that something was off.
"Alright, you're right. Who asked you to be so handsome?" Han Zhu said.
Wang Teng: "…"
Everyone: "…"
At the same time, everyone in the country was talking about it. When they bumped into each other in the afternoon, they didn't ask if they had eaten. Instead, they asked questions like, "Have you watched the National Martial Arts Competition?" or "Who do you think will be the champion?"
The popularity of the competition was high on the Internet. The topic of the champion was pushed to the top of the trending searches. All the celebrity scandals had to be pushed aside.
The National Number One Martial Arts Competition had become the hot topic of discussion.
In the afternoon.
The Dragon's Den was packed with people. At a glance, there were almost no empty seats. Every seat was filled with people.
The commentator's voice rang out. "Everyone, the competition has reached its final stage. Now, we have to decide the champion. Ji Xiuming, Ren Qingcang, Wang Teng, and Luo Cheng. Out of these four participants, who will emerge victorious in the end? Let's wait and see. Alright, let's not waste any more time. We'll start immediately. Please look at the big screen! "
The names of the participants appeared quickly.
Wang Teng VS Ji Xiuming.
Luo Cheng VS Ren Qingcang.
Wang Teng's eyes lit up. "My opponent is Ji Xiuming!"
He stood up and walked towards the arena.
"Ji Xiuming!"
Suddenly, screams could be heard. The female audience in the arena instantly exploded.
Ji Xiuming's reputation was terrifying.
The corner of Wang Teng's mouth twitched. He would never admit that he felt a little jealous.
"This kid isn't as handsome as me!"
…
In the audience, Tian Xiaoxiao's head kept swaying left and right. "What should I do? What should I do? Ji Xiuming is so handsome, but I should firmly support Little Brother Wang Teng … "
Lin Chuhan was speechless.
"Can you please have some principles?" Xu Wantong said as she covered her forehead.
"Alright, I'll firmly support Little Brother Wang Teng." Tian Xiaoxiao's expression was serious as she nodded vigorously.
In the arena.
Wang Teng and Ji Xiuming walked up and stood facing each other.
Ji Xiuming's entire body was like a sharp longsword. His eyebrows, eyes, lips … they were all like swords. Even people who didn't know him would think that he was a swordsman at first glance. There was no doubt about it.
'With Ji Xiuming's talent in the way of the sword, he's probably already comprehended sword intent,' Wang Teng thought to himself as he looked at his opponent.
Ji Xiuming held his sword and tilted his head towards the referee. "Please open the arena!"
This request wasn't too surprising. This time, the outcome was quickly decided. The arena was opened once again.
"Alright, now we can have a good fight." Ji Xiuming smiled at Wang Teng.
"At first, I thought that only Ren Qingcang could make me take him seriously. Later, I realized that you're not bad either. We all misjudged you …"
"Cut the crap. Let's fight!" Wang Teng interrupted him.
Ji Xiuming's eyes narrowed. "Alright!"
Boom!
His aura exploded as he strode forward. The sword in his hand turned into an afterimage, and sword flowers bloomed. It was extremely exquisite.
Wang Teng's expression didn't change. He held the Divine Weapon, Mo Que, and slashed out.
No matter how exquisite your sword art is, I'll break it with my own strength!
Boom!
Origin Power erupted, forcing Ji Xiuming to withdraw his sword and retreat.
In the first round, Ji Xiuming was actually at a disadvantage!
Many people in the audience rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe it.
"It can't be. Ji Xiuming's sword art has never failed. This time, he actually lost to Wang Teng!"
"Ji Xiuming didn't underestimate his opponent, did he?"
"Wang Teng already has the upper hand in the first round. It looks like there's still a fight to be had."
"Ji Xiuming, you can do it!"
…
After forcing Ji Xiuming to retreat, Wang Teng's figure flashed and disappeared. He swept towards Ji Xiuming like a waterfall and slashed down with Mo Que.
Ji Xiuming's expression changed slightly. He didn't block the attack. Instead, he stabbed his sword towards Wang Teng's heart. He was using offense as defense.
If Wang Teng didn't stop attacking, both sides would be injured. Ji Xiuming wasn't that stupid.
His eyes flashed. He blocked the attack with Mo Que and punched Ji Xiuming's face with his left fist.
Ji Xiuming's expression changed again. He met Wang Teng's attack with his palm.
Bang!
The two of them collided. Origin Power exploded, and the powerful impact pushed both of them back several meters.
In the next moment, they looked at each other. The wings on their backs unfolded, and they turned into afterimages as they rushed into the sky. An even more intense battle erupted!
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