Chapter 1102
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Swoosh!
As the Dark Domain shattered, the scene of the many factions watching the battle outside the light screen reappeared. Countless pairs of eyes froze on the figure that had been sent flying backwards and smashed into the stone pillar. In the next instant, their eyes trembled violently as they stared in disbelief at the scene before them.
This was because the person who had shot out from the darkness and spat out a mouthful of blood was actually the top genius assassin of the younger generation of the Clan of Wu, Wu Moying!
Soon after, their eyes stiffened as they turned towards the other side. After which, they saw a figure slowly appear. That young and delicate face belonged to Long Bufan.
"Wu Moying has lost!"
Everyone in the audience inhaled a breath of cold air as they stared blankly at this scene. They did not expect that even Wu Moying, who had unleashed the Dark Domain, would be defeated by Long Bufan, who came from a low rank sect. This strength was truly shocking!
Then, Long Bufan's figure slowly landed on the ground. He looked at the pale-faced Wu Moying not far away. He was not sure if what the latter had said earlier still counted.
Wu Moying clutched his chest and stood up with difficulty. He wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and stared coldly at Long Bufan. His eyes flickered, but he said calmly, "Long Bufan, you are the first person in the Divine Sea stage who can break my Dark Domain. Although I still have the ability to continue fighting, as I said just now, as long as you can break my last move, I will admit defeat. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."
"Haha, thank you for letting me win." Upon hearing this, Long Bufan immediately cupped his fists and grinned. However, he secretly sighed in relief. Just now, he had used up almost all the spatial energy in his body to use the Space Storm. If he had to use the Dark Domain again, he would have to use his other trump cards.
However, in this way, he would have fewer and fewer trump cards to use in the later stages. If he encountered those monstrous geniuses from the super sects in the third or fourth round, he would definitely be caught in a fierce battle. As for the final battle stage, even if he was lucky enough to reach the top, there was a great chance that he would face a crushing defeat.
Fortunately, Wu Moying was a man of his word and was a man of his word.
Long Bufan even planned to make friends with Wu Moying after the Hundred Sect Tournament and discuss some knowledge about the Law of Darkness with him. After all, Wu Moying was from the Assassin Clan and his ancestors had studied the Law of Darkness for a long time, so he should have accumulated a lot of experience in this area.
However, just as this thought flashed across his mind, before Long Bufan could say anything, Wu Moying suddenly took out a black rune imprint from his storage bag. After which, he smiled faintly at Long Bufan and said, "Long Bufan, I have benefited greatly from this battle with you. This is my sound transmission talisman imprint. If you don't mind being friends with me, we can have a drink after the battle and share some of our battle experiences."
"No." Long Bufan shook his head.
Hearing this, Wu Moying was taken aback for a moment. A look of disappointment flashed across the depths of his eyes. He laughed at himself in his heart. That's right, who would be friends with a defeated opponent? Moreover, his identity was an assassin. Others would avoid him as much as they could, so why would they be friends with him?
What a joke. It seems that what father said is true. The people of the Assassin Clan are destined to be unable to make intimate friends in this life...
However, before he could retract the sound transmission talisman imprint, he heard Long Bufan's hearty laughter. "How can one drink be enough? At least we have to be drunk, haha..."
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