Genius One Second? Live? Little Yu??? Champagne? Mound? City F * ck? Chapter 147 Turning Defeat into Victory
"Mu Yan and Meng Zixuan are in one group, Tang Long and Leng Yinshuang are in the other group, Tang Huan and Tang Si should be in the third group, why aren't they entering the martial arena?"
"Didn't you hear it just now? After Tang Huan drew Tang Si, Tang Si immediately admitted defeat."
"Are you for real?"
"Tang Si admitted defeat? He doesn't want the 'Phoenix Flame Essence' anymore? "
"It's right to admit defeat, Tang Si's strength should not be as good as Tang Huan's. Furthermore, his relationship with Tang Huan seems to be pretty good, since that's the case, why bother fighting to the death?"
"There's something fishy about it!" There must be something fishy! Otherwise, why would the one who drew Tang Si be that Tang Huan and not Meng Zixuan or Leng Yinshuang?
"" Tang Huan won without a fight and entered the top three. The advantage is too great, maybe he really will get first place this time! "
"..."
Amidst the rising and falling shouts, Tang Huan and Tang Si returned to the resting area and sat down again beside Gu Ying and Gu Fei.
"You guys are pretty lucky to meet in this round."
Gu Ying looked at the two of them enviously.
Whether it was against Tang Huan or Tang Si, the result of this draw was extremely good. Tang Huan could take the opportunity to conserve his energy and prepare for the next round, and Tang Si did not need to fight head on with his opponent.
If he did not meet Tang Huan, Tang Si would definitely not admit defeat so easily. An intense battle would definitely break out between him and his opponent, and Tang Si's methods were actually not suitable for this kind of competition? Little Rain? He didn't dare to face Meng Zixuan or Leng Yinshuang. In the end, he would be injured and defeated.
Without waiting for Tang Huan and Tang Si to speak, Gu Ying glanced at Leng Yinshuang who was at Arena Number 2 in the blink of an eye, and said in annoyance and depression, "Unlike me, in the round just now, why did I choose that crazy woman, Leng Yinshuang, and ended up like this!"
When the battle had just ended, Gu Ying's appearance was indeed incomparably miserable.
Not only was his red robe shredded into strips of cloth, but there were also dozens of large and small wounds all over his body. None of the wounds were fatal, but they caused him to bleed profusely. He looked as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. It was a terrifying sight.
If not for Gu Ying taking the initiative to admit defeat in the end, he might have really become the first Martial Artist to die from excessive blood loss in this Martial Meet.
"You are really unlucky."
Looking at Gu Ying's pale face, Tang Huan felt sympathy.
Gu Ying had a very fatal weakness, and that was that when he met a female opponent, he would show mercy to the fairer sex, and would always hold back. If the female opponent was weak, it would be fine to show mercy to the fairer sex, but Leng Yinshuang was not a weakling, but a peak of the fifth step expert whose strength was not inferior to his.
In that round of martial arts competition, Leng Yinshuang had seized onto Gu Ying's weakness, and immediately used the method of exchanging injuries for injuries to crazily attack him. In the end, Gu Ying was afraid of everything, and was passive everywhere. When he wanted to counterattack without any regard for anything else, he was already powerless.
"You're the one who's disappointing, and you still have the face to blame others. If you meet me, do you think she would dare to use such a method?" Tang Si ridiculed without any trace of politeness.
"If it was you, you might have been knocked down by her in a few moves."
"..."
"Here we go again."
Seeing the two of them fighting like chickens, Tang Huan and Gu Fei almost simultaneously moved further away. After looking at Gu Fei and smiling, Tang Huan looked towards the martial arena in the blink of an eye. The battle between Mu Yan and Meng Zixuan, Tang Long and Leng Yinshuang had already begun.
That woman, Leng Yinshuang, was indeed very good at seizing her opponent's weakness.
It was the same when he was fighting with Gu Ying, and it was the same when he was fighting with Tang Long. Tang Huan only needed two glances to know that the battle in Arena Number 2 was already without any suspense.
Tang Long had been injured in the last round of sparring and had yet to recover, so he wanted to fight with Leng Yinshuang.
However, Leng Yinshuang did not do as he wished. Every time she attacked, she would use a lot of force, and her movement technique was also extremely strange. She would always be able to force Tang Long to fight her head on, and after two or three collisions, Tang Long had already revealed his obvious defeat.
At most, in a few breaths of time, he would definitely be defeated.
After a while, Tang Huan shifted his attention to Arena Number 1. Meng Zixuan was using a white jade longsword, while the weapon in Mu Yan's hand was a red ribbon that was a few meters long. It was unknown what material it was forged from, but it was as soft as silk at times, and as hard as iron at other times.
Both of their combat skills were light and agile. They were as graceful as a swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon.
Watching them spar with each other was indeed pleasing to the eye.
However, if one was in the middle of it, they probably wouldn't have such a feeling. Amidst the beautiful and pleasing moves, killing intent was everywhere. If one wasn't careful, they would fall into a dangerous situation.
Tang Huan observed for a moment, and had a rough judgement in his heart.
The strength of Mu Yan's Genuine Qi had almost reached the limits of a Stage Five Martial Master, while Meng Zixuan was slightly inferior. In addition, the ribbon shaped weapon was even more difficult to control than the longsword, but in Mu Yan's hands, the ribbon was at the pinnacle of perfection. Compared to Meng Zixuan's longsword, it was not inferior in the slightest. From this, it could be seen that Mu Yan's control over the Genuine Qi was also above Meng Zixuan's.
In this battle, Muyan has the highest chance of winning.
However, in a battle of this level, any variable or accident could happen. Tang Huan was still unable to determine the final outcome.
While thinking, Tang Huan was already completely immersed in the battle, and did not even notice that Tang Long had been defeated by Leng Yinshuang.
"Ah!"
After an unknown period of time, Tang Huan was finally woken up by a delicate cry. It was Mu Yan's red ribbon that knocked away the sword in Meng Zixuan's hand and landed heavily on her chest. In the next moment, Meng Zixuan's slim and graceful body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow as she staggered backwards.
"Meng Zixuan lost …" Eh, that's not right?
He could vaguely see that there seemed to be a purple light spreading along the red silk, and in an instant, it had already reached Mu Yan's right palm. Immediately after, Mu Yan seemed to have been electrocuted as he screamed and let go of the red silk in his palm.
"Whoosh!"
Meng Zixuan, who had just stabilized her footsteps, shot out like a black shadow. In the blink of an eye, the tip of her sword was already pressed against Mu Yan's throat.
At this time, Mu Yan seemed to have regained his senses from the sudden turn of events. Sensing the sharp light in front of his neck, he couldn't help but turn pale.
"In this battle, Meng Zixuan wins!"
Not long later, the result of the battle was announced. Meng Zixuan sheathed her sword and walked out of the martial arena with a smile. Under the illumination of the flames, her fair face revealed a sickly captivating redness.
That blow from Muyan, it seems that her injuries aren't light.
Mu Yan stared blankly for a long time before leaving the martial arena as if he had just woken up from a dream. There was an unconcealable suspicion and disappointment between his brows.
"What exactly is that purple light?"
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