Chapter 1985
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Seeing that Dugu Yamo and Feng Liu were about to start a fight, the ghost king cleared his throat.
A hush fell over the room, and no one dared to say another word.
"If you can pass this round, I'll admit that you've won." The ghost king stared at Feng Wu with a stern look in his eyes.
Dugu Yamo said, "But …"
The ghost king stared at Feng Wu coldly. "It's only right for a genius like you to be more demanding. What do you think?"
To a peerless genius like her? Princess Ming Laner's face turned livid.
If Feng Wu was a genius, then what was she?
An idiot?!
Princess Ming Laner clenched her fists. This time, she had to win. She had to beat Feng Wu fair and square!
Without another word, the ghost king waved his sleeve, and the ball of holy light flew into the air. Then —
It exploded!
Whoosh —
After the Holy Light Ball exploded, countless rays of Holy Light flew out from the ball, like a sky full of white snow, sprinkling down in a torrent.
Princess Ming Laner's eyes were filled with pride!
She sat on the ground with her legs crossed, holding a ball in her hands.
There seemed to be something absorbing light in her palms. Countless specks of light flowed toward her hands like rivers flowing into the ocean.
Soon, half a hemisphere of holy light had gathered in her hands.
All the members of the main team were excited. They blushed and clenched their fists.
They would have screamed if they weren't worried that they would disturb Princess Ming Laner.
Feng Wu, on the other hand …
Right now, she was sitting across from Princess Ming Laner.
It was as if they were sitting in an Eight Trigrams formation. One was sitting in a black block, and the other was sitting in a white block.
Princess Ming Laner already had half a hemisphere of light, while Feng Wu …
However, she only had a few dots in her hands, and the number was so small that she could count them on her fingers.
The PUBG team was exasperated.
Especially Dugu Yamo. She almost jumped to her feet.
"How … how can this be?! Why are there only nine specks of light in Feng Wu's hand? " Dugu Yamo really counted the white lights one by one. She counted so carefully, but there were only nine.
"Is Feng Wu really not as good as Princess Ming Laner?"
"Did all our hard work go to waste?"
"Are we really going to lose?"
…
Feng Xun clenched his fists. "It's fine. It's fine. Feng Xiaowu is the best at turning the tables. I'm sure she has something up her sleeve!"
"Yes, she must have a trump card!" Dugu Yamo convinced herself.
But the more she read, the more flustered she became.
Because —
Another part of the holy light went to Princess Ming Laner, but there were only nine spots of holy light left in Feng Wu's palm.
The ball of light was only so big, and the total number of light spots was limited … Dugu Yamo had counted, and there were millions of them.
And now, Princess Minlaner had already grasped at least 600,000 holy lights …
She was instantly in despair. Her face was pale and bloodless as she sat on the ground. "We've lost … We've already lost …"
He was initially brimming with confidence, but who would have thought that the blow would come so quickly...
Dugu Yamo was not the only one who was in despair.
Feng Xun was equally baffled.
The rest of the people were also unable to come back to their senses …
How could this be …
How did he lose …
How …
Everyone in the PUBG team had a look of despair on their faces. On the other hand, the official team led by Princess Minglan …
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