Lin Zhengren sat in the preparation area with his hands on his knees. He sat upright.
Amidst the crowd of prodigies who were leaving their seats, he appeared to be the calmest and most composed. It was as if he was unaffected by anything.
But his hands, which were pressed on his knees, were almost pinched into his bones.
His legs were as heavy as lead and he could not move.
This was the Yellow River Gathering, the gathering of the winds and clouds. It was the place where the various countries competed and the stars shone in the sky.
Lin Zhengren was also in his prime. How could he not want to show off and become famous?
Even if he disregarded all these, if he could shine in an occasion like the Yellow River Gathering, the benefits for his future would be immeasurable.
And regardless of how much support Zhuang Guo could provide, the host of the Yellow River Gathering was the True Lord of Mount Yujing!
If he could perform well in front of Yu Qian and display his talents, he would not have to worry about not having a chance to cultivate at Mount Yujing.
For this, he was willing to fight.
The night when the entire Lin Clan died in Wangjiang City, was it not for a moment like today?
Every day that he came to the River-Viewing Platform, he was studying his opponent.
Last night, he discussed with Du Ruhui and did not rest.
He gave it his all.
So, of course, he wanted to perform well!
But …
But Jiang Wang …
Lin Zhengren wanted to stand up a few times, but he pushed himself back down.
Beside his ear, Minister Du Ruhui communicated with him.
"Later, if you feel that something is wrong, admit defeat and leave the stage. Compared to victory, your safety is more important."
Even at this time, he did not forget to perform, Minister.
Lin Zhengren was silent.
He was very clear that with Du Ruhui's intelligence, Du Ruhui would be able to think of what he could think of. He probably thought that Jiang Wang's determination to kill was purely to target Zhuang Guo.
But he could not help but understand that he had a blood feud with Jiang Wang. He put the blood debt of the entire Lin Clan on Jiang Wang. Then, between him and Jiang Wang, one of them had to die.
The question was … who would die?
"If something is wrong, admit defeat."
This was a good strategy.
But would Jiang Wang not think of it?
Lin Zhengren repeatedly asked in his heart.
As the representative of Qi in Tianjiao, he gave up on trying to beat down Xia and Shen, and specifically came to me. How much did he pay?
Did he not think that I would prioritize my life on the court?
He clearly knew that I would prioritize my own life, he clearly knew that True Monarch Yu Ju would do his best to protect Tianjiao's life in the main competition, but he still chose to do so!
He was certain that he could kill me!
"Tianjiao of Liaoning Province, please enter."
True Monarch Yu Mu's voice reached everyone's ears.
But in fact, the fifteen Tianjiao had already left their seats and walked towards the martial arts arena. Only Lin Zhengren was still sitting in the preparation area. It looked like he was deliberately asking everyone to wait for him.
"A mere genius from a small country, isn't that a bit too rude?"
Lin Zhengren even heard someone complaining like this.
He didn't bother to find out whose voice it was. Any country that could come to the Riverview Platform wouldn't be afraid of the Zhuang Kingdom.
He was just …
He was only asking himself over and over again.
What did Jiang Wang rely on? Would I be able to withstand it?
He realized that he didn't have an answer.
To be able to become the number one Tianjiao of Inner Mansion in a Hegemon Country like Qi, he couldn't accurately judge what kind of methods Tianjiao had!
Once again, Lin Zhengren clearly understood the limitations of being born in a small country.
The strongest Inner Mansion Realm cultivator he had seen up close was Tianjiao's Jiang Limeng of Sheng Kingdom. He simply couldn't imagine what the Inner Mansion Realm cultivator of a Hegemon Country like Tianjiao was like.
Originally, he could have gotten to know a little in the first round of the main competition, but the first round was Qi's Jiang Wang!
He didn't have an answer.
Lin Zhengren didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that the unknown deepened his fear.
It wasn't that he didn't dare to risk his life, but he didn't want to walk towards the end that others had planned for him!
He had worked so hard to get to where he was now, and the only reason that could make him risk his life was himself. It wasn't about the honor of the country or the favor of the Emperor or Master.
"Zhengren."
Du Ruhui's voice sounded in his ears.
The Prime Minister of Zhuang Kingdom had already sensed that something was wrong. He hadn't encountered any of the opponents that he had studied so hard last night. Of course, he could see Jiang Wang's killing intent towards Lin Zhengren from the list of opponents.
He could also understand Lin Zhengren's fear. After he supported Lin Zhengren to go on stage, he would give his strongest performance and admit defeat.
But he couldn't not even go on the martial arts practice platform!
In the history of the Yellow River Conference's main competition, no one had ever admitted defeat.
At least, Du Ruhui had never heard of it.
They had all fought to the last moment, burned all their talent, and displayed all their efforts before accepting the result of victory or defeat.
If he didn't even dare to stand on the stage …
The Zhuang Kingdom's face would be completely lost!
If he was thrown in front of more than a hundred countries at the conference, they wouldn't be able to pick it up!
At this moment, he spoke.
It was a kind of relief, but also a kind of urging.
He comforted Lin Zhengren not to be afraid. Perfected Cultivator Yu Mu was watching over him. He urged Lin Zhengren not to lose face for the country.
Lin Zhengren didn't respond.
He looked at Jiang Wang.
At this moment, Jiang Wang. He had already stepped onto the martial arts practice platform G. He was wearing a green robe and holding a sword. He stood with his head held high. Among the fifteen Tianjiao who had all stepped onto the stage, he had his own unique demeanor.
That pair of clear and calm eyes were casually cast over.
"Please enlighten me."
The guy named Jiang Wang said with a smile.
He was calm, certain, and confident.
"Pfft!"
On the preparation table, Lin Zhengren spat out a mouthful of blood!
Jiang Wang's smile …
It destroyed the last bit of his courage that was still struggling.
"Minister of State!" Lin Zhengren shouted in horror, "My blood ghost backfired!"
Before he could finish his words, he screamed and fainted. Blood flowed out of his seven orifices!
There were so many experts and smart people present. Pretending to be injured couldn't fool anyone.
Therefore, he had really been backfired by the blood ghost!
He had let go of all his control over the blood ghost and intensified its crazy instincts, causing the blood ghost to backfire on its master at the first moment.
This meant …
He had given up on the blood ghost that he had painstakingly nurtured for so long!
The amount of resources he had used to nurture this blood ghost up until now was incalculable.
He had used such a painful price to achieve this "performance".
He only wanted to live!
On the basis of living, he wanted to eliminate the negative effects as much as possible.
He had already fainted due to the backfire of his injuries. He couldn't be considered a coward.
This was the best method he could think of in a short amount of time.
Du Ruhui pressed his palm on Lin Zhengren's head and instantly destroyed the raging blood ghost.
He single-handedly held the "seriously injured and fainted" Lin Zhengren. He seemed to have aged a lot. He looked at Perfected Lord Yu Qian tiredly and said, "Please forgive me. Lin Zhengren of the Zhuang Kingdom has been backfired by the blood ghost and is powerless to enter the stage. He can only forfeit the battle!"
There was a moment just now when he almost wanted to kill Lin Zhengren with his palm. He had high hopes for this young man, but he didn't expect him to be so timid and cowardly at such a critical moment.
Of course, he knew that there was no possibility of the blood ghost backfiring. Last night, he had accompanied Lin Zhengren to deliberate on the battle plan for the entire night!
But how could he be willing to let the Zhuang Kingdom become the laughing stock of the world?
Perhaps it was already the laughing stock.
But no matter what, he had to salvage the situation a little.
Therefore, he immediately cooperated with him!
Yu Qian didn't even look in Zhuang Guo's direction. He didn't comment on this.
Du Ruhui and Lin Zhengren's performance could fool others, but it couldn't fool a Perfected Lord.
But although he didn't comment, another voice sounded — —
"Since that's the case. Bring him to recuperate. "
There was no emotion in the voice. It was very calm.
But this voice was grand and vast, as if it was spreading a great will to the entire modern world.
It was Emperor Jing's voice!
Du Ruhui's heart sank into the abyss!
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