Puff …
Another Human Race expert was sent flying by the Mang Flame Clan's representative's fist. Blood spurted from his mouth and his chest was a bloody mess. Before he even landed on the ground, he had already fainted.
No one remembered how many experts had charged up, but not a single one of them had been able to withstand a single punch from the Mang Flame Clan's representative.
They couldn't even withstand a single blow.
The Mang Flame Clan's representative's divine might caused the Mang Flame Clan's camp to change their previous gloominess. Every single one of them cheered and mocked the Human Race.
"Trash will always be trash. You're just a bunch of trash …"
"You don't know your place. The divine might of my clan isn't something that a clan like yours, which isn't even in the top hundred, can challenge."
"I advise you to admit defeat, then kowtow and admit your mistakes. Otherwise, your clan will be massacred …"
Such unbearable words made everyone on the Human Race's side feel extremely uncomfortable. Although they wanted to retort, no one dared to do so. After all, no one was a match for the Mang Flame Clan's representative. If they retorted, wouldn't they just be talking big?
"Damn it, these bastards are too infuriating."
Long Yue Guan, who had a bad temper, couldn't stand it at all. If it weren't for Xie Yandong and the others holding him back, he would have charged up long ago, even if his head was bleeding.
However, Feng Hao and the others couldn't let him do as he pleased. Every single one of them couldn't be willful. At this moment, they had to endure.
In the Hundred Clan Tower, the various clans had long known about the talents that they had displayed. The Mang Flame Clan had naturally investigated them in detail.
It could be said that the Mang Flame Clan already knew about the constitution of Feng Hao and the others. If any of them went up to the stage, they would definitely be killed.
Feng Hao even suspected that the Mang Flame Clan had intentionally spared their lives from the Mang Flame Clan's representative. He wanted them to take the bait.
Regardless of whether that was his goal, Feng Hao couldn't let the people around him take the risk.
These people were the future pillars of the Human Race. They couldn't be lost.
"Sigh …"
Dongfang Zheng let out a soft sigh when he saw the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan flaunting his prowess on the stage. In that instant, his back seemed to hunch a lot, and he seemed to have aged a lot in just a few minutes. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life and sadness.
He regretted fighting for this Hundred Year Competition. Perhaps, even if another hundred years passed, nothing would happen. In the next hundred years, when Fenghao and the others grew up, wanting to enter the top ten would be as easy as flipping one's hand.
But now, not only were they unable to compete for the top ten, the morale of the Human Race had also suffered a great blow. As long as the Mang Flame Clan was not eliminated, the morale of the Human Race would not recover.
Furthermore, they had lost many hot-blooded powerhouses. The losses outweighed the gains.
"Is this all the human race has?"
The person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan's words became more and more ear-piercing. He kept glancing in the direction of Feng Hao and the others from the corner of his eye, as if he was waiting for their reaction.
The result was undoubtedly very disappointing. Feng Hao and the others had very strong self-control. To his surprise, they did not rush up the stage impulsively.
"I heard that the Human Emperor's current generation's Intangible Body has already appeared, but they don't even dare to accept the challenge. Is the current Master of the Illusions also a piece of trash?"
His spearhead was directly aimed at Fenghao, causing the majority of the audience's gazes to shift to Fenghao.
"The Master of the Illusions."
It was not just the others. Most of the people from the various human prefectures stared at the young Feng Hao in disbelief.
After all, many news did not spread in the Hundred Race Continent. Furthermore, even in the Hundred Race Tower, Feng Hao's identity was only suspected. It had never been confirmed.
The Master of the Illusions held great significance. In the past, the God of the Illusions was an unparalleled powerhouse in the world. He was said to be invincible below the Sovereign Realm. Although the Masters of the Illusions were affected by their constitutions, they still managed to make a name for themselves. Their cultivations were extraordinary.
But now, Fenghao's identity was shouted out by the person in charge of the Mang Yan Clan. If Fenghao didn't admit it, it would mean that he was showing weakness and would tarnish the reputation of the Master of the Void Martial Arts.
However, if he admitted it but did not dare to fight for his own race and show weakness to the Mang Yan Tribe, it would be a huge blow to his prestige. Moreover, it was very likely that everyone would think that the Body of Nothingness wasn't that great in the future. Moreover, if this news were to spread, perhaps the entire Human Race would be disappointed in him, the Master of the Void Martial Arts.
This would be an even greater blow to the morale of the human race. It was very likely that they would not be able to recover.
The God of the Illusions was far too outstanding. He was invincible in the world. If he was not invincible, the entire human race would lose confidence in him as the Master of the Illusions.
Admit it or not, there were two paths in front of Fenghao. His eyes flickered, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked at the pairs of eyes filled with expectation and hope, and then looked at the expert of the Mang Yan Clan with a complacent smile on the arena. His eyes suddenly narrowed.
What a plan to kill two birds with one stone. Regardless of whether Feng Hao admitted it or not, the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan had achieved what he wanted.
Feng Hao was naturally aware of this. In terms of strength, there might be a huge gap between them. However, he did not have a better choice at the moment.
"Is he trash? Then why did he kill half of your trash Four Great Guardian Deities? Back then, they were running away like dogs. Now, they've come out to bark. If he's trash, then wouldn't the remaining two pieces of trash and that guy with the Divine Master Body be even worse than trash?"
Long Yue Guan was indignant. He glared and cursed incessantly. He cursed so much that the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan was speechless. He cursed so much that two of the Four Great Guardian Deities and the person with the Divine Master Body had a sinister and terrifying expression.
His words were vicious, and everyone knew the truth. If Fenghao was really as deplorable as he said, then wouldn't the people in their tribe who had the constitution of a Divine Master, which they were so proud of, be even worse than trash?
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