He had won!
He had gone from being forced into a hopeless situation where he had been forced to fight against tens of thousands of enemies to turning the tables in the blink of an eye. Everyone who was watching the battle felt as if they had fallen into a dream.
Before this, who could have imagined that the Little Titan would be able to defy the heavens and achieve victory despite being surrounded by 60,000 Skeleton Race warriors? Who could have imagined that a torrent of steel like 60,000 Skeleton Race warriors would actually wail in agony under the feet of the Little Titan and be unable to withstand a single blow?
Some of the students who supported Yue Yang were so excited that they even cried tears of joy.
Chi Mu hugged Haug with tears streaming down his face, desperately smearing his tears and snot on the other party's body. As for Haug, he looked as if he would rather die than live … Even the experienced and prudent Lord Principal felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist. While no one was looking, he quickly turned around and wiped them away. The teachers who had been developing the Flying Puppet with him were so excited that they laughed and cried at the same time. As for the Ou Brothers, who had given up their fame and fortune to participate in the development of the Flying Puppet of War, they could not help but express their emotions when they saw this scene. The few brothers hugged each other tightly. Iron men shed tears and knelt down in unison, silently telling their father in heaven, "The Flying Puppet of War has been successfully developed. I believe that your spirit in heaven has also witnessed this unparalleled battle. Your sons are slow-witted, but today, your wish has finally been fulfilled!"
In the arena, Wan Mo's face was ashen.
He knew that he had lost.
He had lost so much that he had nothing to say, lost so much face, and suffered a crushing defeat!
Even though he still had the godly power that he had obtained from that god, no matter how many Bone Tribe warriors there were, it would be of no use. This was because this Titan Jr., who was so monstrous that it made one's heart turn cold and despair, was not an existence that he could fight against at all.
This fellow was even more frightening and despairing than Ji Wuri, who was said to be the closest to deity.
If one were to say that Ji Wuri could still manage to chase after him …
As for this Little Titan …
They could only humbly look up to his existence … This unfathomable man was not someone who could be defeated with strength or even imagination. He was an existence beyond imagination, an unbelievably monstrous genius. Every time a challenger thought they could win, he would stand high up in the clouds, looking down at his opponent like a god looking down on ants.
Wan Mo was in great pain. He felt like he had been nailed to the pillar of shame.
If only he wasn't the Dark Temple Master, Wan Mo, but the Fire Temple Master, Burning Wind, who was watching the battle from the outside.
Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong opponent. Even if he exposed the ability he had obtained from trading with the gods, he would only end up with even more dirt on his face, adding even more glory to this Little Titan's victory.
Before this, who would have known that the Little Titan's strength would be so terrifying?
He was not the only one.
Everyone had underestimated this young man, and it was a serious underestimation …
The price of underestimating his opponent had caused him to suffer. There was no turning back now. It was too late for Wan Mo to regret his decision to fight now. Even if he had not used his divine power to temporarily break the Law Restriction and release the 60,000 Skeleton Race warriors, he would not have been so unlucky! Now, no matter what, he was destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history. The Little Titan had single-handedly fought against 10,000. Wan Mo, who had 60,000 Skeleton Race warriors, was the biggest loser in the history of Human Valley. This record was unprecedented, and it was believed that it would never be broken in the future!
Wan Mo closed his eyes in pain. He knew that the best thing he could do was to admit defeat as soon as possible.
Because with every passing second, the shame would increase.
The Skeleton Race warriors could not be saved.
Instead of watching them struggle in pain as their life energy permeated their bodies, it was better to admit defeat as soon as possible in exchange for their release!
"I …" Wan Mo wanted to open his mouth several times to admit his defeat, but as soon as the bitter words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back down. Admitting defeat was just too bitter, too bitter, too difficult for him to say. As the Dark Temple Master of the Central Shrine, when had he ever suffered such a defeat?
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, how could he say the words' I admit defeat '!?
Wan Mo looked at Yue Yang, who was flying freely in the sky on his War Eagle.
He had no choice but to make the most reluctant decision in his heart.
He waved his hand.
He ordered the heavily injured but barely surviving Skeleton Generals to return quickly. He prepared to store them in his storage ring in an attempt to save the last of the Skeleton Race. One must know that the value of each of them was comparable to a Platinum War Puppet!
Before Wan Mo could react.
A series of dense and terrifying explosions rang out around him.
The explosion, which was so violent that it could destroy everything, blew the White Skeleton General, who was approaching the Myriad Fiends, into pieces!
The badly battered Ten Thousand Devils raised their heads. Only then did they realize that in the sky, there was already a 'black rain'. A type of black spherical metal rained down like raindrops. Each of them had the explosive power to destroy a small mountain. What was more terrifying was that these black metal objects were Puppet Beasts. If the Skeleton Generals wanted to resist or dodge them, they would instantly transform into a ferocious-looking Mecha Battle Spider. Like maggots on bones, they would stick closely to the opponent and self-destruct. No one could escape from this kind of deadly attack!
"Spider Bomb, hahaha, this treasure has finally appeared. Good, good, good!" Chi Mu was as crazy as a loser who had seen a goddess.
Not only Wolf Of The Tower and Prince Yang Quan, but even Haug and the others did not know about it. "This, this is a Spider Bomb?"
"Tell us about it!" The students gathered around excitedly.
"Twilight Prince is really the Twilight Prince. He actually knew that Little Titan had such a secret weapon. It's really amazing!" Someone flattered.
"Do you think I would casually tell anyone that I participated in the development of the spider bomb back then? Secret weapons, of course, should be used in secret! Let me tell you jealous guys, I personally led by example and cooperated fully with Little Titan to complete the research. To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for me, there might not have been Little Titan's Spider Bomb today. Do you think it's really that simple? I've always been low-key and hidden. Do you think that mere fame and fortune in the world can tempt me? What a joke. Fame and fortune are like fleeting clouds to me! " Chi Mu held his head high and chest out. Under the admiring gazes of countless people, he felt a burst of pleasure all over his body, even from his toes.
"…" Mingzhu Prince was silent. He didn't expose his lie and let him go. Otherwise, Chi Mu's lofty image would collapse instantly.
At this point in the battle, there was no longer any suspense.
Even Kinch, who was in the body of a Demonic Battle Doll, gave up the battle dejectedly and lowered his head to admit defeat.
Not to mention the fact that the Flying Doll and the Spider Bomb's Fatal Blow could beat him up like a Fallen Flowers, even if Yue Yang didn't make a move, just the never-tiring Crystal Giant alone would be enough to make Kinch suffer.
The power of Evil Deities wasn't omnipotent. Once it was overused, the repercussions would be terrifying … Kinch's Divine Power was starting to feel like it was about to run out. If he continued to resist stubbornly, the consequences would be dire. The never-tiring Crystal Giant would definitely have the last laugh. It would definitely explode when Kinch's body returned to its original state, putting on a show of destruction!
Before that happened, Kinch bowed his head and admitted defeat.
Anyway, even Wan Mo, who had 60,000 Skeleton Race warriors, had lost. What was there for him to persist for?
Wan Mo looked at the skeletons on the ground and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. When the last Skeleton General fell, he finally lowered his noble and arrogant head and admitted defeat to Yue Yang, admitting his humiliating defeat.
"I lost, I lost …" Wan Mo looked at Yue Yang and the arbitrator dejectedly and admitted defeat.
"Are you sure?" The black-clothed arbitrator's voice was very excited. He was in charge of Zhong Hua's battle, and this battle would definitely be recorded in history. This was an honor that would benefit his descendants for generations to come! No matter how the history of the Human Valley progressed, no matter how many classic battles there were in the Human Valley, no matter how they were ranked, this battle would definitely enter the top ten, or even the top three!
"I'm sure." Compared to the arbitrator, Wan Mo also knew that he would definitely be recorded in history. However, this was what he was most unwilling to do. This was because he would be recorded as a disgrace, a tragedy that increased the honor of others.
Wan Mo was an ambitious and ambitious person. Even if he failed, he still had the courage to admit it.
Since he had already been utterly defeated, he would accept it fully.
This was because he believed that even in the future, there would not be anything worse than today's battle!
Burning Wind, who was standing outside and watching the battle, was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he was not fighting against Little Titan. Otherwise, the person who would be nailed to the pillar of shame would not be Wan Mo, but himself!
Zhong Hua, on the other hand, could not stop smiling. He was extremely happy.
His goodwill and his investment were indeed not wrong.
Little Titan was indeed a genius of the Eastern Clan. Although he was not famous in the past, he was still a member of the Eastern Clan. He would amaze the world with a single brilliant feat.
Thinking about it, with Little Titan's identity and strength, how could he lose to Kinch and Wan Mo? So what if they joined forces? So what if they fought against ten thousand alone? Little Titan was a descendant of the Eastern Clan. Once he was born, he was a divine eagle with great potential. How could a small worm like Kinch and an old and shedding rooster like Wan Mo threaten his existence?
It was already good enough to look up to him. Yet, he still wanted to win. What a joke!
Now, let's see what kind of tragedy would happen when the genius Ji Wuri, who was said to be the closest to God, fight against Little Titan!
Seeing Yue Yang reverse the situation and inconceivably fight against ten thousand alone, forcing his two opponents to bow their heads and obtain the final victory, the three girls in white looked at each other and left with a smile. Although their expressions were indifferent, it could be seen that they were quite satisfied with this result. Moreover, the result of Yue Yang's battle was beyond their expectations. It made them feel very surprised!
"I'm tired. I want to rest for a while!" Yue Yang returned to the middle of the crowd. Just as the students were about to lift him up and carry out a victory parade, he quickly pretended to be very tired after the battle. He expressed his gratitude and asked everyone to leave first. He would come back to celebrate after he had rested.
After saying that, afraid that everyone would reject him, he quickly dragged Mingzhu Prince's little hand and ran away.
Mingzhu Prince was very angry at his thieving behavior.
Why was he behaving like a loser after winning the battle? What kind of person was this … However, because his hand was held by Yue Yang, Mingzhu Prince could not stop his steps. He could only let it be for the time being.
He had won. He couldn't take a golden hammer and smash it on the back of his head, right?
Anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities to deal with him in the future!
Mingzhu Prince raised his fist and snorted. Kid, consider yourself lucky. I'm in a very good mood today. Otherwise, humph humph!
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