When Yu Qie's voice rang out, Na Liang had already been beaten back. His body that was close to a god had been destroyed.
Only a thin and small ball was left on the ground.
It was painful but powerless.
This feeling.
It was as if … he was lying alone on the grassland, waiting for himself to rot.
It was too tiring.
Na Liang thought about it vaguely. Why was he abandoned on the grassland in the beginning?
No one knew. When he was still a baby, he already had the ability to think vaguely.
This kind of "innate wisdom" was evil in the teachings of the Cang Tu Temple. Because it was "against the world", it should be burned in fire.
That was why he had never revealed it.
Although this "innate wisdom" did not bring him any useful memories, it was just that he started thinking earlier than others. There were plenty of fools in their eighties and nineties. His wisdom was not much stronger than most people.
It was just that …
It was just that he remembered, vaguely.
When he was still a baby.
The feeling of hunger, powerlessness, and waiting for death. Just like now.
It was just that there was no female wolf, no "mother", who licked him warmly.
That was it.
I worked very hard to survive …
With his head and face covered in blood, the green light in Na Liang's eyes dissipated.
In his last blurry consciousness, he felt warmth.
"Winner! Jung Genzun Qi! "Yu Qie announced.
Jung Genzun loosened his fist and slowly stood up.
The bright light in his body dimmed.
The forest-like moonlight on the field disappeared. The densely packed wolves also disappeared into the night. Then, with the night …
Subsided.
Jung Genzun turned and walked towards his dimmed sun wheel. His left hand was covered in a layer of moonlight, as if he was holding a piece of white cloth. He slowly wiped away the blood on his right fist.
When the moonlight faded, his fist became clean and white again.
He opened his five fingers, forming a beautiful and powerful arc.
He reached forward and grabbed the sun wheel. The light of the five divine abilities revolved around the sun wheel, restoring its light.
Everyone looked at him, either admiring or amazed.
It turned out that the strength of Tianfu Abode did not lie in the five divine abilities of the five residences. Tianfu Abode itself was a kind of strength.
It was only when Yu Qie's announcement rang out again that many people suddenly realized that there were other battles going on on the battlefield.
"The winner is Zhongshan Wei Sun of the Jing Kingdom!"
As expected, Zhongshan Wei Sun, who represented the Jing Kingdom, defeated Fan Wu Shu.
The legendary Tianjiao, born in a small country, did not go far in the end.
However, being in the top eight of the Yellow River Gathering was a result that had never been seen since the founding of the Country of Li!
This result meant that they were qualified to enter the Door of Ten Thousand Demons.
As for whether they would develop it themselves or exchange it with other countries, that was their own business.
At the very least, they had a choice.
Most of the time, people were not afraid of difficulties. What made people afraid was the lack of hope.
Being able to have a choice was something that many countries dreamed of!
After the battle ended, Zhongshan Wei Sun stood on the martial arts stage and looked around calmly, preparing to welcome the passionate gazes from all directions.
Based on the battle just now, he felt that he had performed very well.
Fan Wu Shu was definitely not a mediocre person. He had many tricks up his sleeve, his will was firm, and his fighting talent was extremely high … He had fought steadily and steadily, consolidating his advantage step by step and locking in the victory with a grand formation.
Although the scene did not look very grand, it was because he had seen through the flaws in advance that caused Fan Wu Shu to return empty-handed many times. It was a simple and unadorned technique.
As the saying goes, those who are good at fighting have no illustrious achievements.
Thinking about it, Tianjiao had gathered so many people at the Yellow River Gathering. There were still many people with foresight. Of course, they could see his excellence.
However, when he looked around "casually" …
He realized that no one was looking at him.
Only the Mu Kingdom's spectators cheered, but it was also sparse and did not have any momentum.
Why did they not eat?
He was just thinking.
Yu Qie's urging came to his ears. "Tianjiao of the Mu Kingdom, please step down and prepare for the next round of the competition!"
When he looked around, he saw that the other winners were already standing below the stage. Some were adjusting their breathing, some were resting, and some were recovering … Only he was in a daze.
He was also the slowest to finish.
Zhongshan Weisun had a smile on his face. He even straightened his clothes before flying down the stage.
No matter whether or not anyone was watching, no matter how others looked at him, the elegance of the Zhongshan family could not be lost!
Almost as soon as his front foot flew off, the four martial arts arenas began to rumble and move, as if they were driving him away.
After all, the six Supreme Martial Artists had all descended on the Viewing River Platform with their Dharma Laksana. Indeed, no one had the patience to wait for him to show off his elegance.
Zhongshan Weisun landed without any awkwardness. He turned his head and looked at the four martial arts arenas in front of him, gradually merging into one.
There was only one martial arts arena left in the entire World Stage.
There were still two more battles on this martial arts arena.
The top four would be divided into two groups. Two winners would be decided one after another, and then they would compete on this stage.
As for who was third and who was fourth, it was not important.
In the history of the Yellow River Gathering, no one wanted to watch the losers compete.
According to the order of the Yellow River Gathering's top four, they were Chu Nation's Dou Zhao, Wei Nation's Yan Shaofei, Qi Nation's Jung Genzun, and Jing Nation's Zhongshan Weisun.
These four people were the most talented of all the Heaven's Prides from the Outer Tower of all the countries in the world.
There was no need to say that Gan Chang 'an was unlucky enough to meet Dou Zhao in advance, and Na Liang met Jung Genzun. Otherwise, they could have done whatever they wanted.
Excuses were excuses to the weak, but to the Tianjiao Nation, it was humiliation.
Gan Chang 'an and Na Liang's final result was to stop in the top eight.
Regret and pain were all so.
Yu Qian pointed his finger. The picturesque light screen once again unfolded above the martial arts arena.
Even the number one beauty of the Chu Nation, Ye Lan 'er, was watching the light screen attentively, anticipating the results.
The names of the four Tianjiao Nation's top four rotated on the light screen.
Then, it stopped.
Jing Nation's Zhongshan Weisun versus Wei Nation's Yan Shaofei.
Chu Nation's Dou Zhao versus Qi Nation's Jung Genzun.
"Sigh." Ye Lan 'er sighed softly.
That slight frown was enough to break the hearts of many people.
To the majority of the spectators, this was undoubtedly a regrettable pairing.
In the previous rounds of the competition, Chu Nation's Dou Zhao and Qi Nation's Jung Genzun were undoubtedly the two most outstanding Tianjiao Nation's top performers. It could even be said that their performances were unique. It was ideal for them to meet at the peak and compete.
Now that the two favorites to win the championship were facing each other in advance, it was inevitable that people would feel regretful.
But the rules of the competition were as such, and no one could change them.
On the contrary, the people of the Jing Nation were undoubtedly relieved.
Zhongshan Wei Sun was simply the Son of Destiny! Along the way, every step was the best luck.
In the first round, he fought against Tianjiao Nation of the Five Northwest Alliance. In the second round, he fought against Tianjiao Nation's Fan Wu Shu, the only small nation in the top eight. In the third round, he avoided the two most dazzling Tianjiao Nation and fought against Tianjiao Nation, the only one in the top four who was not from an Overlord Nation.
Up until now, he had not revealed much of his strength and had not expended much energy. It was as if he was saving his trump card for the last.
If this was not the Chosen One, then what was?
"Damn it." Even the Governor of Xiao Qi Nation, Xiahou Lie, could not help but mutter, "Is there a fire on Zhongshan's ancestral grave mountain?"
This was more than just smoke!
"Cough." Murong Long, with a solemn aura, hurriedly stopped him, "The fate of the nation, the fate of the nation."
He was too tired. A yellow Sarira was already very out of place. What was wrong with General Xiahou?
How could he say that about his own Tianjiao?
Others did not have confidence in your Tianjiao Nation, but you yourself said that he relied on luck?
Although it was meant to be mocking, they knew that Zhongshan Weisun definitely had the strength to contend for first place.
But for the Governor of Xiao Qi Nation to say such words without thinking … Wouldn't it be a joke if word got out?
The Dharma Idols of the six Supremes were all present!
Xiahou Lie finally realized that he had misspoken and smoothed things over, "It's both luck and strength. Luck is also a form of strength! "
No matter what expectations people had, the final two battles in the outer arena were about to begin.
The first battle to begin was between Zhongshan Weisun, the son of Zhongshan Yanwen of the Jing Nation's Eagle Guard Army, and the Wei Nation's Ranger Yan Shaofei.
In terms of birth, status, resources, influence … This was a battle of great disparity in every aspect.
As for Jung Genzun and Dou Zhao, who had stayed below the stage to wait for the next battle, they sat cross-legged on the ground with great tacit understanding. They closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing.
Clearly, they only saw each other as opponents and only wanted to quickly return to their peak condition. They did not pay attention to the battle in front of them.
This was truly arrogance.
But no one felt that they did not deserve this. Their previous performance was enough to conquer the audience.
The spectators in the circular spectator stands, apart from the people from the Jing Nation and the Wei Nation, were clearly lacking in interest.
But no matter how others saw it, no matter how they did not expect it.
For the two people who were standing on the only remaining martial arts stage, the two of them were extremely shocked.
This was a battle that would determine their fates.
This was a battle of honor that belonged to them.
If someone was watching, they had to fight with their lives on the line.
If no one was watching, they had to fight with their lives on the line.
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