Chapter 186 Give Him a Discount

The dust completely dissipated, and when everyone could see clearly, they could not help but be shocked beyond words by the scene before them.

The arena was already covered with cracks. Emperor Jing and the clan leader each stepped aside. One of them stood with a sword in his hand, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, while the other held a folded, torn oil-paper umbrella and coughed softly, spitting out a day's worth of blood.

Bingwen's eyelashes trembled, and he simply turned his head away, not daring to look at her.

Yanyu clenched her teeth tightly to suppress the urge to rush onto the stage.

Yi An was as calm as he was at the beginning: "The law of Yin and Yang is unpredictable and unreal. It is inevitable that Emperor Jing will suffer."

Lin Junhuai was about to respond when the two people on the stage started moving again. Wu Shi no longer had the lazy look he had at the beginning, and his slightly narrowed eyes were filled with the pleasure of a satisfying battle.

The umbrella was thrown away casually, and the man in red fluttered like a butterfly in the rain. The formation flowed under his hands, and the Yin and Yang and Five Elements were like a huge hunting net that wrapped and entrapped Jun Lin.

Jun Lin also sheathed his sword, crushed the magic circle with his bare hands and rushed towards Wu Shi.

Everyone was shocked by the devastating momentum and panicked. The murderous intent in the eyes of the two men had already made the scene out of control.

Lin Junhuai was so angry that his head felt dizzy. He shouted at all he could, "Come down and stop fighting! Emperor Jing, are you kidding your country? What will happen to your people if something happens to you?"

"Bang——"

The two fists collided, and both of them were knocked to the edge of the ring, barely stabilizing their bodies. Blood dripped from their fingers, but no one cared. Instead, they were so angry that they clenched their five fingers into fists and fought again.

"Elder Mo Ge! Please stop this competition!"

He tugged at the old man's sleeve and begged repeatedly, but the old man remained unmoved. His eyes fell on the young man's anxious and worried face, then turned to the silent president opposite him, and slowly, a smile appeared in his eyes.

The collision of internal energy caused white smoke to come out of the two people's bodies. Their skin had already turned red and hot, unable to withstand the vast consumption of internal energy. Lin Junhuai was so anxious that his eyes were red: "Elder!"

The audience below was silent. If the fight continued like this, Emperor Jing and the clan leader would be seriously injured if not killed. Is it really worth it just for the assessment?

The moment the two men collided, Jun Lin whispered in Wu Shi's ear, "See? Not sacrificing your companions for your own benefit is the character of a great leader. Your commander-in-chief hasn't made any move."

She grinned, revealing her small canine teeth. She said, "This is basically what the elders wanted to investigate. So you have already lost."

Wu Shi tilted his head slightly, his tone still cold and distant, but his bright eyes showed a bit more of the authenticity of a human being. He changed the subject and said, "We'll have another match someday."

"Of course." While answering, Jun Lin had already slapped him and sent him flying to the stage. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Wu Shi brushed off the dust on his body. Although his clothes were ragged and covered in blood, he was still as elegant and stunning as ever.

"In the first match, Emperor Jing won."

The moment the old man announced the result, thunderous applause broke out in the venue. Whether it was Tuan Tuan or Qi Chi who had been absent-minded, their palms were red but they were still clapping tirelessly.

Junlin was pulled down from the stage by Yunyu for a nervous inspection. Lin Junhuai pointed at her and told her not to ignore her own life next time. Yian called her "brother" sweetly.

There was joy on this side, and dark clouds on the other side. Wu Shi took out the cube flower seeds and played with them, but the commander-in-chief didn't dare to say a word against him. After all, they all saw that Wu Shi was using all his strength.

In fact, it is not like that. Wu Shi and Jun Lin only played 70% and acted 30%. Both of them are big shots and are not really enemies. Naturally, there is no need to really offend each other.

The commander-in-chief had a gloomy look on his face and personally took part in the second round.

It happened that the one sent here was Lin Junhuai. The young man rubbed the back of his head with guilt in his heart: "Brother Xiaolin, you know that my martial arts skills are not very good..."

The Mo family doctor was treating Jun Lin's injuries. Jun Lin raised his eyelids and said indifferently, "Yes, otherwise it wouldn't have been my turn to save you when we first met."

Lin Junhuai acted in an unruly manner again, humming in grievance, but was knocked down by the commander-in-chief after just a few moves.

The Mohist disciples looked away silently. Such a weak person is not our young master!

It’s better for the commander-in-chief to be the boss!

Lin Junhuai was even more upset now. Every profession has its specialties. I am good at mechanical engineering. Really, have you all forgotten the essence of Mohism?

In the second round, the commander-in-chief won.

Both sides have one win and one loss, so the third game will be the deciding game that everyone is looking forward to.

Yi An winked at Lin Jun Huai in a harmless manner: "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at fighting either. It was Emperor Jing who saved me when we first met."

Lin Junhuai was shocked: "Brother Xiaolin, do you have some strange physique that specializes in saving cute and beautiful boys?"

Before Junlin could answer, Lin Junhuai surprised Yian and said, "No! You acted so mature! Why are you acting so naive now?"

Yi An smiled brightly: "Please be careful with your words. I haven't laughed at your arrogant attitude just now."

Lin Junhuai: “…”

Jun Lin: "Is it fun to tease him?"

Yi An sighed: "It's quite interesting. Let's just let Yan Yu surrender directly. Otherwise, if Lin Junhuai becomes the leader, the Mohist School will be completely destroyed."

Lin Junhuai: “…”

Hey, hey, hey, don't be like this! I'm still very reliable at critical moments!

Jun Lin waved away the two quarreling people and called Yan Yu over to tell her alone: ​​"If you face that masked man, you'd better beat him to death if you have the strength. If you face Le Zhou, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Yu Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Your Majesty has a grudge against him?"

In crowded places, he automatically concealed the title of Master.

Jun Lin nodded emphatically, and patted his shoulder to confirm again and again: "Remember, it's completely okay to give people a discount."

The young man's depression due to the importance of the third game was suddenly dispelled by her words. His eyebrows were solemn and he said, "I remember it."

Jun Lin curled his lips grimly.

Do you think I can't recognize you if you wear a mask?

Bingwen.

We have been together day and night for ten years, how could I not remember your eyes.

It was precisely because he knew who he was that Jun Lin deliberately looked at him with a strange and distant look.

It makes him uncomfortable, makes him cautious, eager to be recognized but afraid of being exposed, and makes him entangled in a myriad of ways that he cannot untie.

The candidates sent by both sides for the third round were announced at the same time, and it was indeed Yu Yu versus Bing Wen.

Junlin's gaze towards the stage met Bingwen's unexpectedly. She nodded slightly, polite yet distant.

Bingwen felt a sharp pain in his heart. She really couldn't recognize me.