When Jiang Wang slowly walked down from the high ground.
Deng Qi was looking at him.
Xie Wan from Xue Country was lying on the ground, barely breathing.
In front of her, there were pieces of icicles scattered all over the ground — it was her broken sword.
It was obvious that she had tried her best.
Deng Qi didn't show any mercy to such a beautiful and sorrowful beauty, who was born to be pitiful. He could be called a model of ruthless destruction.
Helian Yunyun, who was in the spectator seats, was smiling.
Huang Sheli, who was in the martial arts arena next door, was full of hatred. He had already warned Deng Qi with his eyes several times. Victory or defeat on the stage was naturally based on each person's means, so there was no need to show mercy. But after the outcome was decided, he should at least give the beauty some dignity! Couldn't he help her? What's wrong with giving her a coat!
Of course, if Deng Qi really did that. Huang Sheli couldn't help but feel that this person had ulterior motives and was shameless.
In short, Miss Huang was kind and couldn't bear to see the beauty suffer.
The only pity was …
Deng Qi didn't even look at her. From beginning to end, he was staring at the battle of Qi and Chu in Tianjiao. Of course, he didn't notice her threatening eyes.
Huang Sheli was so angry …
He could only watch the battle of Qi and Chu in Tianjiao.
His gaze moved from one annoying person to another.
Of course, after watching this battle, the "misunderstanding" was unilaterally resolved. The annoying person in Qi was no longer so annoying.
The annoying person in Mu Country was still annoying. And every time he looked at the miserable state of Xie Wan from Xue Country, he felt that the person in Mu Country was even more annoying.
Wearing such an ugly mask, he must be even uglier!
It was hard to say whether Deng Qi felt the hostility of Jing Country's Huang Sheli, but he definitely didn't care at all.
Today, he wanted to win the championship in the Yellow River Meeting. Everyone in the Inner Mansion Arena was his opponent.
Except … Third Brother Jiang.
He hoped that Jiang Wang could go to the end and meet him in the finals, but he didn't want to fight with Jiang Wang on the same stage.
His feelings were really complicated.
In the four battles of the top eight, the first to end was Deng Qi and Xie Wan.
The second was Huang Sheli and Tao Pian.
Jiang Wang defeated Xiang Bei, but in terms of speed of ending the battle, ranked third.
Of course, in terms of importance, the battle of Qi and Chu in Tianjiao was undoubtedly far more significant than any other battle.
Deng Qi didn't miss Jiang Wang's sharp stance.
He also heard Xu Xiangqian's hoarse shout.
Under the thick bronze mask, no one could see his expression.
For some reason, the Battle of Tianjiao, which had the highest standards in the world, reminded him of the competition in that small city a few years ago.
That was … the Three Cities Dao Debate.
At that time, he only wanted to muddle along and wait for death. He did not have much hope in anything. He hired more than ten big men to shout slogans for Third Brother Jiang outside the arena.
They even set up two big flags!
Spending money to hire someone to inscribe these words!
Compared to this high forehead, who knew how high the standard of a broken gong voice was?
At that time, Third Brother Jiang was also fighting for first place.
The weight of the two champions was naturally as different as heaven and earth. There was no room for comparison.
But what was strange was that the person standing on the stage was still the same person.
The person he was looking at was still the same person.
This was really good, but also really sad.
The good thing was that he was still around. He was still him.
The sad thing was …
Of those people back then, those interesting, troublesome, annoying … lively and all kinds of people, only these two people standing on the martial arts arena were left.
Even Uncle Deng, who had escaped from Maplewood City, was no longer around.
At that time, at this moment, it was really like a dream.
At that time, he was smiling and watching from below the stage, only treating it as a game. Even for Third Brother Jiang at that time, that competition was related to his future and fate …
At this moment.
He also stood on the stage and felt the weight of the stage.
He knew how he came to this martial arts stage, so he could understand how the resolute and brave Third Brother Jiang had come to this stage.
It was too difficult …
Zhao Rucheng, who changed his name to Deng Qi, couldn't help but think. Did anyone know how difficult it was for him?
Now, he quietly looked at the green-robed figure. He wanted to cry and laugh.
There was no need to cry anymore.
He wanted to laugh because …
Third Brother Jiang was very good now. He was very promising and not worse than anyone else.
More importantly, he had found a new future and made new friends. When he won, there were people who cheered for him. When he lost, there were people who comforted him.
This was really good.
Zhao Rucheng was silent. He hid all his thoughts under the cold bronze mask. When he saw that Jiang Wang's gaze seemed to be moving over, he immediately looked away as if nothing had happened and looked at the last battle on the stage.
Gazes had weight.
And after the power of his Divine Soul continued to strengthen and he cultivated the Eye of Qianyang …
Jiang Wang could already feel the weight.
Therefore, although the Tianjiao of Mu turned his head calmly and naturally, Jiang Wang could still feel his gaze.
It was just that he didn't know if that highly focused gaze that didn't relax for a moment was observing his opponent, or …
Hope was the source of pain.
But if there was no hope, then how could he continue his life after walking out of the abyss?
Jiang Wang didn't let himself think about it, but he couldn't help but think about it.
In the end, he had ended the battle, defeated the strong opponent, and obtained a place in the top four. His mind was temporarily relaxed. That was why there was such unrealistic torture.
He also looked at the last battle on the stage. He focused his mind on the battle and carefully observed his opponent.
That was the advantage of being the first to win. It was impossible for him not to be confident.
As for other things, he would wait until after the competition to verify them …
In the top four battles, the only one that continued was Qin Zhizhen of Qin against Yong Beigong Ke.
It was reasonable to say that this battle was the one that people thought would end the fastest before the competition.
There was no other reason. Yong's strength had long been recognized by other countries after the death of the emperor emeritus and repeated defeats in foreign wars. Not to mention Xia, not many people felt that Yong was stronger than Xue Country, which was locked in an extremely cold place.
Although they had the support of the Mohist Sect and Yong was in the midst of a great transformation, the results hadn't been seen yet …
And Qin was undoubtedly the hegemon.
In the previous battle of the outer tower, Gan Chang 'an had stopped in the top eight. But in the battle with Dou Zhao, he had also shown his powerful strength.
Moreover, he was only 19 years old. Denial and Mental Travel were very powerful magical powers. He had also mastered the Karma Saber Technique to perfection. His talent was impeccable.
Then, in the Inner Mansion, Qin Zhizhen, who was also from the Great Qin Empire, definitely wouldn't have to expend so much effort to fight Tianjiao of Yong.
But seeing this battle, one could understand why.
On the field, Beigong Ke was displaying very powerful killing techniques. Holding two swords, he came and went like lightning. His sword aura was so strong that it enveloped the entire training field.
Of course, this wasn't the reason the battle could last so long.
The reason was Qin Zhizhen.
He stood there like a silent reef. He didn't say a word and didn't have any expression.
He just punched, punched, and punched.
When the sword came, he punched. When the person came, he punched. When the Dao technique came, he punched.
From beginning to end, he stood there without moving a step. He only defended and didn't attack.
It was as if he was determined to let his opponent show off.
This was too arrogant!
At the Yellow River Conference, who wasn't Tianjiao?
Standing on the stage was nothing more than fighting for victory. Giving the opponent a chance to show off was usually something that happened when a senior gave pointers to a junior or a master gave pointers to a disciple.
It wasn't as if a hegemon had never fallen off the chariot halfway!
If Xiang Beixing did this, it would be very consistent with his usual arrogant image.
But the person who did this was Qin Zhizhen.
No ridicule or contempt could be seen on his face.
He only silently punched out with his fists at an almost constant speed and received all the attacks.
He also received all the attention.
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