"Announcing, the first match will be between Wu Jiuhua and Wu Zhixiang! The winner of the two will then fight with Wu Shanhe to determine the final victor! "
Wu Dongliang announced the results of the draw in a clear voice.
As soon as he said this, the crowd was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst into an uproar.
"Wu Shanhe's luck is too good, to actually be able to directly enter the second round by drawing lots!"
"What's the use of having good luck? Whether it was Wu Zhixiang or Wu Jiuhua, they could easily kill Wu Shanhe. The final victor would definitely not be Wu Shanhe! There's no suspense! "
"Actually, it's not that absolute! If Wu Jiuhua and Wu Zhixiang were to fight and both of them were injured, and the final victor was only on his last breath, then wouldn't Wu Shanhe have picked up a huge advantage!? "
"You're thinking too much! Even if Wu Jiuhua and Wu Zhixiang were on their last breath, the families behind them would still have a way to help them heal their injuries and recover a certain amount of their fighting strength! Their family background is their greatest advantage! "
"That's right!" As long as Wu Zhixiang and Wu Jiuhua recovered a trillionth of their strength, no matter how serious their injuries were, they would be able to directly kill Wu Shanhe! There's no suspense! "
"Sigh …" "Thinking about it, Wu Shanhe is quite pitiful. He comes from a humble background and does not have the support of a family. Although his talent is outstanding, he can only be under others and has no chance to turn things around! If he forcefully turns things around, he will only lose his life! "
"That's right … It is indeed somewhat sad! But, this is the reality! The cruelest, but also the most realistic reality! "
… ….
For a moment, the surrounding audience all sympathized with Wu Shanhe.
Of course, it was only sympathy.
In this world where the strong preyed on the weak and the strong were respected, a pitiful loser like Wu Shanhe would never be able to obtain the support of the majority of people. In fact, after the martial arts competition ended, Wu Shanhe's name would be forgotten by history, as if he had never appeared!
To Wu Shanhe, this was truly a kind of sorrow!
Following that, the martial arts competition officially began.
Wu Zhixiang and Wu Jiuhua stepped onto the stage and directly started the battle.
Because the two of them had the same cultivation level, and the rules of the martial arts competition forbade them from using external forces that exceeded the early stage of the Three Star Divine Ancestor.
In this way, the Martial Arts Competition naturally entered into a stalemate where it was difficult to determine the victor.
Just as the audience had analyzed, if the two of them had to decide a winner, either side would have to pay a painful price.
"Boom boom boom … boom boom boom …"
In an instant, the two of them used all their trump cards. Relying on the support of their clans, they used all sorts of treasures, talismans, incantations, and formations as if they were free.
The entire arena was enveloped in a brilliant holy radiance.
If it weren't for the high-level sealing formation, the scene would have been razed to the ground by them.
"Pu … Pu …"
After more than a hundred rounds of fighting, Wu Jiuhua and Wu Zhixiang were both heavily injured, coughing up blood as they retreated.
Seeing this, the clansmen of the two frowned with serious expressions on their faces, feeling extremely worried.
After all, both of them were the most outstanding young geniuses of their respective clans. Their clans had placed high hopes on them and nurtured them regardless of the cost. They were practically equivalent to the successors of their clans.
She was really afraid that it would freeze if she held it in her hands, and afraid that it would melt if she held it in her mouth.
Usually, the two of them would not be injured at all. Now that they were both coughing up blood, the clansmen naturally could not sit still!
"Grand Elder! Our clans have never had any deep grudges! There's no need to fight to the death! "
Wu Zhixiang's grandfather, Wu Gu Xiang, was the first to stand up and express his stance.
"Old Master is right!"
Wu Dong Liang immediately agreed. "In my opinion, both sides don't have to use their full strength in this Martial Arts Competition. Just stop when the time is right! Don't hurt the harmony between us! "
Wu Gu Xiang and Wu Dong Liang looked at each other and smiled, reaching a tacit understanding.
The surrounding audience felt that they were shameless, but no one dared to stand up and say anything.
After all, these two clans were the most powerful forces in the Eastern Outer Region. Whoever dared to provoke them would die a horrible death.
However, at this moment, a scene that no one could have imagined happened!!!
"Stop when the time is right! How can we decide the winner?!"
Wu Jiuhua roared, channeling his Saint Origin Force to its peak. At the same time, he used all his trump cards and charged at Wu Jiuhua like a madman.
No one would have guessed that Wu Jiuhua had already been controlled by Chen Xioabei's Soul Special Ability three days ago, turning him into a 100% loyal hound!
Right now, what Wu Jiuhua wanted to do was to risk his life and mess up the situation.
"Wu Jiuhua! Have you lost your mind?!! "
Wu Zhixiang's jaw dropped.
He did not expect that Wu Jiuhua would still attack in such a reckless manner even after the two clans had reached an agreement to stop when the time was right!
If this was not madness, then what was?!
Swoosh …
Wu Zhixiang did not dare to delay. He immediately channeled his Saint Origin Force and used his strongest trump card.
"Rumble …"
In the next moment, a terrifying explosion shook the entire space.
As the blinding light from the Saint Origin Force faded away, the dust on the stage had settled. The winner had been decided.
"Ugh …"
Wu Jiuhua's Dantian was pierced through by Wu Zhixiang's sword. His Saint Spirit was shattered and his soul was about to dissipate!
Blarrgghh …
At the same time, Wu Zhixiang was also severely injured. He was coughing up blood!
"Wu Jiuhua … You … You …"
Wu Zhixiang looked at Wu Jiuhua in disbelief as he coughed up blood.
He couldn't believe it. "Are you purposely seeking death?! Why?! Why would you do that?! "
Both of them were at the same cultivation and the power of their trump cards was not that different. Under normal circumstances, both of them would be severely injured.
However, in that instant, Wu Zhixiang realized that Wu Jiuhua had purposely sent his Dantian to his death by colliding with the blade of his sword!
Wu Zhixiang could not figure out what was going on!
"My life belongs to my master. If my master wants me to die … I won't dare to not die …"
When Wu Jiuhua finished his last sentence, his soul dissipated. His life was completely over.
"Wu Jiuhua!!!!"
Wu Dongliang let out a heart-wrenching scream when he saw this.
The family members behind him jumped up in anger as well. They were all furious and pointed their spears at Wu Jiuhua's family.
"Wu Gu Xiang! You old b * stard! You told me to stop, but behind my back, you told your grandson to kill my son! You're despicable!!! "
Wu Dongliang roared in anger.
The pain of losing a son was something that no father could bear.
What's more, Wu Jiuhua was the future heir that the entire family had raised at all costs!
In an instant, Wu Dongliang's hatred was about to break through the sky. He looked like he was about to fight Wu Gu Xiang!
Seeing this, everyone was shocked!
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