The many disciples watching from the sidelines were stunned. Just a moment ago, Lou Wucheng was clearly in the lead, so how could he suddenly vomit blood and faint the next moment?
However, the guy surnamed Shi on the other side was really infuriating.
"This match..." Several grandmasters on the field looked at each other in bewilderment. Ordinary disciples might not be able to see the problem, but they could naturally see it.
If Shi Dingtian had been holding a good knife, the outcome of the battle would have been decided long ago.
But now his knife is broken. Lou Wucheng did have a chance to turn the tide and even showed mercy, but he was so angered by Shi Dingtian's words that he lost his mind. He really doesn't know what to do.
If Shi Dingtian wins, Bai Yujing and Li Changsheng will probably lose face.
If Lou Wucheng wins, he's clearly already unconscious.
Just as he was struggling with this, Li Changsheng said calmly, "Wu Cheng lacked composure, which led to his impetuousness and agitation when facing the enemy, making him vulnerable to being taken advantage of. His defeat this time was not entirely unjust."
He took the initiative to express his opinion, and the others breathed a sigh of relief, naturally declaring Shi Dingtian the winner.
The crowd was in an uproar. They never expected that another major upset would occur, with the favorite to win, Lou Wucheng, losing to an unknown, simple-minded boy.
Li Changsheng floated onto the arena and sent a wisp of energy through him. Lou Wucheng finally woke up slowly. Seeing his master's cold face and hearing the disdainful voices around him as a favorite to win the championship, he felt ashamed and wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
At this moment, Zuan on the high platform suddenly spoke up: "I think he has a good character. From the beginning, he was unwilling to bully unarmed opponents. Even when he had a chance to turn the tide, he did not take advantage of the situation. This is very much in line with the pride of a swordsman. I think that if he devotes himself to honing his skills in the future, he will achieve limitless success in the way of the sword."
Lou Wucheng, who was originally filled with despair, was stunned. At this moment, even his junior brothers and sisters, who usually respected and feared him, looked at him with some disdain. He never expected that this guy, whom he regarded as his most hated rival in love, would come out to speak up for him. He was overwhelmed with emotions and even felt a surge of tears in his eyes for a moment.
He quickly turned his face away, afraid that others would see the other person's tears fall.
Since Zu An started it up, Wang Wuxie and the others naturally followed suit and praised Lou Wucheng a few times. After all, Bai Yujing had a lot of influence, and it was just a small favor to do him a favor.
Yan Xuehen glanced at Zu An in surprise, thinking that the two of them didn't get along, so why was he speaking up for Lou Wucheng? Could it be because he was from Baiyujing and they loved each other because of him?
Thinking of this, her fair cheeks felt a little hot.
Pei Mianman's charming peach blossom eyes were also shining brightly at this moment. She thought to herself that her grandfather was becoming more and more like a great man. Oh dear, he was making her feel like an elder...
On the other side, Qiu Honglei couldn't help but have stars in her eyes: "Azu is so kind and generous."
Yun Jianyue snorted: "In our Holy Church, kindness and generosity have never been good words."
“Azu isn’t a member of the Holy Church.” Qiu Honglei ignored this and rested her chin on her hand, gazing at her lover in the distance.
"Stop daydreaming. It's your turn soon. Don't let yourself slip up." Seeing her like this, Yun Jianyue felt inexplicably irritated.
At this point, Wang Wuxie had already announced the end of the third match, and the fourth match would be between Liang Ling of Kunlun Xu and Peng Wuyan of Kongming Island.
As the two stepped onto the arena, the surrounding disciples and busybodies began to discuss who the winner of this competition would be.
Relatively speaking, most people are more optimistic about Liang Ling. After all, Kunlun Xu was once one of the three top sects of Taoism, along with Biluo Palace and Lihentian. Although it is somewhat down on its luck now, Kongming Island is even more down on its luck.
Moreover, Peng Wuyan's appearance was truly indescribable, and her attacks in the group stage were so ruthless that everyone instinctively leaned towards the other, Liang Ling, who was rather handsome.
Zuan secretly sized up the ugly woman on the stage, wondering why she looked so familiar. Could it be because he had helped her last time?
Yan Xuehen, who was secretly observing him, frowned slightly. This guy has become so promiscuous that he doesn't let any woman go?
"Kunlun Xu Liang Ling!" the young man on the arena said, bowing.
Qiu Honglei said with a smile, "Stop with the nonsense, let's just start fighting, so it won't be like the last one."
Liang Ling's breath hitched. Thinking of the tragic scene in Lou Wucheng last time, she realized that sometimes talking too much isn't necessarily a good thing.
However, he suddenly wondered why the woman opposite him, who was clearly ugly, had such a charming smile just now.
Oh my god, this is really something.
He questioned his own taste, his face darkening as he drew his spear. He had initially intended to say "ladies first," but considering the opponent's ruthless style in the group stage, they didn't seem like someone he needed to yield to. So he shouted, "Lady, watch out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, raging flames suddenly rose from the gun, and then the entire gun spun rapidly, forming a spiraling fire tornado that destroyed all obstacles in its path, directly attacking Qiu Honglei.
Even with the protective array surrounding the arena, the disciples around still felt the astonishing heat.
Thinking to himself that Liang Ling's reputation was not as good as Wu Xiaofan or Lou Wucheng before, he did not expect that his control over fire had reached this level.
There are countless fire-type cultivators in the world, but even within the fire element, there are differences in skill level. This can be judged not only by the color of the flame—the purer the flame, the lighter and more transparent its color, and the higher its temperature—but also by the degree of proficiency in controlling the fire. Among the many fire-type cultivators present, Liang Ling was clearly the most outstanding among them.
Of course, Pei Mianman's previous black flames seemed somewhat unconventional. Most people had never seen flames that were black before, and with such immense power. Clearly, it was some kind of magical, strange fire.
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