Su Yanyue reached out and patted Su Jinyue's shoulder, "Don't worry, you have to believe in Zhan Yihan." He looked at Zhan Yihan on the stage. If Zhan Yihan couldn't even beat Feng Hao, it would be very disappointing for him.
Zhan Yihan glanced at Feng Hao's ring and began to be cautious. Seeing Feng Hao's dagger coming at him, he also took out the dagger that Su Jinyue had given him. This dagger was bought when he and Jinyue went to Liulichang. Although it looked a little rusty, its sharpness was not comparable to that of ordinary cold weapons.
The two men's short swords collided with each other, making a "clang" sound.
Then, the dagger in Feng Hao's hand broke into two pieces, and with a "click", the upper half of the dagger fell to the ground.
Feng Hao stared at the dagger in his hand in surprise. He had found this dagger in the ancient tomb where he obtained his martial arts technique. It was a magical weapon that could cut through iron like mud. But he had never expected that Zhan Yihan's dagger would actually cut it. Surely the dagger in Zhan Yihan's hand would be even sharper.
Feng Hao's mood instantly brightened when he thought that he would be the one to kill Zhan Yihan and the dagger would be his. Killing Zhan Yihan would not only give him a powerful soul, but also a divine weapon. That was his biggest gain today.
Seeing the black energy emanating from the ring enter Zhan Yihan's body, Feng Hao smiled with delight. He only needed to wait for his death energy to bind Zhan Yihan's soul, and then he could kill Zhan Yihan and extract his spirit.
Zhan Yihan felt the black energy entering his body and quickly circulated his true Qi to resist it. His current strength was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, equivalent to the late Xuan level among ancient martial arts practitioners. His internal Qi had already transformed from mist to thread.
The internal energy flow constantly collided with the black energy entering the body, forming a confrontation state inside Zhan Yihan's body.
Seeing that Zhan Yihan wasn't affected by his black energy, Feng Hao was somewhat surprised, and he continued to let the black energy flow out of his ring. He was no ordinary ancient martial arts practitioner. Ever since he found the cultivation method in the ancient tomb, he had been practicing day and night. How could an ordinary ancient martial arts practitioner like Zhan Yihan possibly be his opponent?
The fight did not stop just because the black energy entered Zhan Yihan's body. The two fought back and forth. Feng Hao was soon at a disadvantage without his weapon, and Zhan Yihan had cut several wounds on his body.
Feng Hao was growing increasingly anxious. Why hadn't Zhan Yihan reacted yet? His death energy shouldn't be useless.
A streak of blood flew up, and one of Feng Hao's arms was cut off by the dagger in Zhan Yihan's hand. It was thrown high into the air and quickly fell to the ground.
Feng Hao looked at Zhan Yihan in shock, anger, and disbelief, "You are also a cultivator." If it weren't for Zhan Yihan, how could he not be affected by the black energy.
Zhan Yihan did not answer Feng Hao's question, but attacked Feng Hao with the dagger in his hand.
"I give up!" Feng Hao shouted loudly.
The dagger in Zhan Yihan's hand had already reached Feng Hao's neck, so how could he stop there? Moreover, he had already decided to kill Feng Hao, so how could he let him go?
Feng Hao only felt a chill in his throat, and then a heat, "You!" He looked at Zhan Yihan with great anger. He had clearly admitted defeat, but Zhan Yihan did not stop.
Red blood spurted out, splashing onto the ground in patches of blood. Feng Hao stared at Zhan Yihan with wide eyes, angry and unwilling, and slowly fell backwards. He had worked so hard to cultivate to his current strength and collected so many souls, but everything was destroyed by Zhan Yihan. He was truly unwilling to accept this!
"Good! That's great!"
"Zhan Yihan, you are so amazing!"
"Feng Hao really deserved to die! He died well, wonderfully, and gloriously!" Everyone in the audience applauded and cheered for Zhan Yihan for killing Feng Hao.
Zhan Yihan looked at Su Jinyue in the audience. Seeing her brilliant smile, the corners of his mouth curved slightly. He had fulfilled his promise to her.
The applause and cheers took a long time to subside.
Since Zhan Yihan won, the game was over, because everyone knew that the remaining Su Yanyue and Zhan Yihan were together, and it made no difference whether he played or not.
"Wait a minute! Zhan Yihan committed a foul." A voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone's eyes turned to the person who spoke.
Fang Yanran bit her lip and continued, "Feng Hao had already admitted defeat, but Zhan Yihan still killed him. Isn't this a foul?" She knew Su Yanyue and Zhan Yihan were in the same group, so even if she reported Zhan Yihan for a foul, it wouldn't make much of a difference to him. But she just couldn't stand Zhan Yihan and didn't want him to get first place.
After hearing Fang Yanran's words, the organizers discussed the matter. Feng Hao had indeed admitted defeat before his death, as everyone had witnessed. Although they also hoped to see Zhan Yihan kill Feng Hao, strictly speaking, Zhan Yihan had indeed committed a foul.
"Fang Yanran, are you seeking revenge for personal gain? Zhan Yihan didn't do anything wrong. He's just trying to get rid of a threat to our Hidden Sect," a young man retorted in disapproval. His senior brother had died at Feng Hao's hands, and now that Feng Hao was gone, his brother could finally rest in peace.
"You don't have to be like this just because you lost to Zhan Yihan. If you're not convinced, you can challenge Zhan Yihan again." Another woman spoke.
"I don't know how Yanshan Sect teaches its disciples. They can't even tell the difference between good and bad."
"A woman like this should be allowed to die at Feng Hao's hands. Let's see if she will still speak for Feng Hao." There were many disciples from various sects present, and they all died at Feng Hao's hands. Fang Yanran's words naturally aroused public outrage.
Several disciples from Yanshan Sect took a few steps to the side, clearly trying to distance themselves from Fang Yanran. She usually looked quite smart, so why did she do such a stupid thing at this moment?
Fang Yanran knew she was too impulsive, but now she had become the target of public criticism. It was too late to regret, so she could only bite her tongue and refute on her own behalf: "I'm just speaking the truth. It's not like you didn't hear Feng Hao admit defeat."
"So what if you admit defeat? That kind of person deserves death."
"We know what is good and what is bad. We are not like some people who take revenge after losing a game." Everyone accused Fang Yanran one after another. In their hearts, Zhan Yihan was the hero who got rid of the evil for them, and they would not tolerate anyone slandering him.
An elderly organizer walked onto the stage, cleared his throat, and announced, "Everyone, please be quiet. We organizers have unanimously decided that Zhan Yihan's foul will not count. The match will continue." Feng Hao had killed so many disciples, and Zhan Yihan had defeated him. It's easy to imagine how much Zhan Yihan held in the public's heart. Regardless, the outcome was the same whether Zhan Yihan committed a foul or not, so they wouldn't be foolish enough to be the bad guy.
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