Seeing Su Yanyue winning the game consecutively, Su Jinyue was also happy for him. When it was her turn, she walked towards the stage.
The crowd focused their attention on Su Jinyue. They were all very impressed by her, especially her match with Luo Ying, which could only be described as wonderful. So they were very much looking forward to Su Jinyue's performance in this match.
"She and Su Yanyue on the stage seem to be from the Medical Valley. Do you think they will stop fighting again?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Competition is no joke. If one or two people don't fight, then what's the point of competing so hard in the beginning?"
"That makes sense, but if I meet someone from my own sect, I might not fight him."
"These two are so strong, it would be a shame if they don't fight. I hope they can have a fight."
Under everyone's attention, Su Jinyue came to the stage. She smiled at Su Yanyue and said, "I give up!" She had already made the decision and naturally would not change it.
After hearing Su Jinyue's words, the audience let out a sigh of disappointment. Although many people had guessed that this would be the result, they still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hearing Su Jinyue's words.
Su Jinyue walked down from the stage and smiled at Zhan Yihan.
Zhan Yihan reached out and held Su Jinyue's hand, "I won't let you down." He would do his best to win the game, get the ten spirit stones, and give them to Jinyue.
Su Jinyue smiled and nodded, looking at Zhan Yihan with eyes full of trust, "I believe you!" She will believe in him all her life.
As the competition progressed, the finalists were decided. Although there were 123 participants in the finals, only five were able to defeat ten people in a row and advance to the finals.
The five people are Zhan Yihan, Su Yanyue, Feng Hao, Jian Wushuang, and Yang Jun.
"Who do you think will win the game among these five people?"
"As long as it's not that Feng Hao, anyone can do it."
"Zhan Yihan and Su Yanyue will definitely not fight each other, but I don't know which of them will stay."
"Jian Wushuang's swordsmanship is ethereal and superb. I think he has a greater chance of winning."
"Yang Jun is also very strong. He might be able to make it to the end."
While everyone was discussing, Feng Hao and Jian Wushuang walked onto the stage. They stood facing each other, their clothes moving without wind. Even before the competition started, everyone could feel the powerful aura they exuded.
Everyone focused their attention on the two, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. A battle between strong opponents would surely be more exciting.
Feng Hao and Jian Wushuang exchanged a handshake before charging at each other with fierce momentum. At this final moment, there was no need for further words; only one's own strength could speak for itself.
Feng Hao looked at Jian Wushuang who was rushing towards him with a sinister look, and a hint of bloodthirsty murderous intent appeared at the corner of his mouth. When Jian Wushuang's sword passed across his waist, a trace of black air silently overflowed from the ring on his finger and slowly entered Jian Wushuang's body.
Jian Wushuang had only exchanged a few moves with Feng Hao when he felt his soul being torn apart by a powerful force, as if it would be sucked away by that force in the next moment. What was going on?
Just when Jian Wushuang was distracted, the dagger in Feng Hao's hand pierced into his body with great speed.
By the time Jian Wushuang realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge. He looked at Feng Hao unwillingly and slowly fell to the ground. He had already overestimated Feng Hao, but he didn't expect that he would underestimate him in the end.
Wisps of black air overflowed from the dead Jian Wushuang's body and were all absorbed by the ring in Feng Hao's hand.
The fight ended so quickly that the people in the audience didn't even react.
"Yihan, be careful with his ring later. The black energy emanating from it can bind souls," Su Jinyue said, looking at Zhan Yihan. During Feng Hao's battle with Jian Wushuang, she had been keeping an eye on Feng Hao's ring. The black energy emanating from it was causing her eyes considerable discomfort. Fortunately, her vision had been upgraded, otherwise, the black energy would have undoubtedly harmed her eyes.
Zhan Yihan nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't be careless." The technique he practiced was a cultivation technique, and it would not be easy for the black energy to bind his soul.
Looking up at the stage, Feng Hao and Yang Jun were fighting fiercely.
However, after only a few moves, Yang Jun's face changed, and then, just like Jian Wushuang before, he was easily killed by Feng Hao.
Seeing that Feng Hao defeated his opponent in two consecutive games, the people in the audience began to denounce Feng Hao again.
Especially the sects of those people who were killed by Feng Hao, they were eager to rush up and tear Feng Hao into pieces.
Seeing the intense reaction from the crowd, the organizers could only speak up again to calm them down and warn Feng Hao once again. After all, this was the final, and the competition had to continue.
Zhan Yihan walked onto the stage and stood opposite Feng Hao, looking at him coldly. He would never let someone like Feng Hao stay.
"Then let's begin!" Feng Hao sneered and charged at Zhan Yihan. In his eyes, Zhan Yihan and the absent Su Yanyue were both dead. He would also take care of their companions tonight. He had come to the exchange meeting specifically to collect souls, so naturally, the more the better.
Zhan Yihan met Feng Hao and fought with him.
"Given Feng Hao's cruel methods, Zhan Yihan might be in great danger."
"How could the Silver Moon Sect produce a disciple like Feng Hao? I really want to unite with other sects to destroy him."
"Zhan Yihan is very powerful. I hope he can kill the devil Feng Hao." Everyone in the audience was worried about Zhan Yihan, and they also hoped that Zhan Yihan could kill Feng Hao.
Feng Hao was hit in the chest by Zhan Yihan's punch and retreated several steps. A trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Zhan Yihan with a sinister gaze. "Zhan Yihan, don't get complacent. Your death is imminent." He had been following Zhan Yihan's battles and knew he was a formidable opponent, but he hadn't anticipated his strength. With just a few strikes, Zhan Yihan had injured him. He had originally wanted to play with Zhan Yihan, but now it seemed unnecessary. Since Zhan Yihan was so eager to die, he would grant his wish.
He attacked Zhan Yihan again, and at the same time, wisps of black air emanated from the ring.
Su Jinyue saw the black energy emanating from the ring and became worried about Zhan Yihan. Yihan, nothing must happen!
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