Although he was confused, the deacon was very clear-headed and immediately said, "If An Ran doesn't show up within one stick of incense, then she will be deemed to have forfeited the competition!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples present were in an uproar.
"Could it be that An Ran has given up?"
"Impossible! How could I possibly give up such an opportunity?"
"That's not necessarily true. Isn't it dangerous? An Ran has never been late before. If she doesn't show up today, it's obvious that there's something wrong."
…
As everyone was talking, the time of an incense stick was about to pass!
As the incense stick was about to burn out, everyone had already determined that An Ran would not appear.
If he was going to show up, he would have already appeared. Why would he wait until now? Even if he wanted to show off, he wouldn't do so at such an important moment. Besides, An Ran wasn't that kind of person.
Looking at the remaining incense, the deacon sighed helplessly and said slowly: "An Ran is against Xiao Lei'er, An Ran abandons..."
Ning Zhiyuan and the others' faces darkened slightly. This result was beyond their expectations. However, just as the deacon had not yet uttered the word "right" to give up, a breeze suddenly blew past everyone, bringing with it a faint fragrance.
A clear and pleasant voice slowly reached everyone's ears: "I'm here." These three simple words exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder.
The next moment, everyone noticed that a pretty figure in white had appeared on the empty side of the arena.
Isn’t this person the An Ran they are waiting for!
The deacon stared at An Ran on the stage in a daze, as if he had not yet reacted for a moment. After all, An Ran's sudden appearance made his heart fluctuate greatly. What was even more surprising was her speed like the wind. Even with his strength, he could only see a blurry person.
Among his disciples, he had never seen anyone with such a fast speed, but he never thought that An Ran could do it!
The incense was completely burned out at this time, which meant that An Ran was not late by even an incense stick of time, so she was still qualified to participate in the competition!
Xiao Lei'er looked at An Ran who suddenly appeared in front of her with astonishment. She thought she had won the competition without a fight. Although the victory was a bit dishonorable, when it came to the opportunity to become famous, the result was far more important than the process.
Besides, this time, it wasn't her doing anything sinister; An Ran had simply withdrawn. The smile on her lips froze before it could fully blossom. Of all the people, she felt the most disappointed.
At the same time, Ning Zhiyuan and Qing Ling both breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they caught up!
Below the arena, in the crowd, An Yu, Jun Zichen, and Xu Errong looked at An Ran on the stage with a hint of relief on their lips. After all, they had made it in time and didn't miss this competition. They were about to give up when An Ran suddenly appeared.
He didn't even have time to explain to An Ran what had happened. He immediately dragged An Ran towards the arena. Fortunately, the competition was held in the Qinglong Palace. Otherwise, even if An Ran woke up, it would be too late.
An Yu, Jun Zichen and Xu Errong also hurried to the competition venue. Because they didn't know when An Ran would wake up, they asked the Palace Master to postpone their competition to the last one. It was still not too late to rush there now!
Seeing the stunned expressions on everyone's faces, An Ran turned around and said to Ning Zhiyuan, "Palace Master, I have been in seclusion for a long time. It is a critical moment and I have only just arrived now. I hope you will forgive me."
After these words were spoken, everyone finally understood what was going on. It wasn't that An Ran had given up, but rather that she couldn't rush over immediately at this critical moment.
No one doubted the truthfulness of Enron's words. In their opinion, this was the most reasonable explanation.
Ning Zhiyuan nodded slightly, without blaming An Ran: "It's good that you're here."
These four simple words showed his attitude. He had no dissatisfaction with An Ran's lateness. On the contrary, his relieved expression made everyone more aware of Ning Zhiyuan's concern for An Ran.
Hearing Ning Zhiyuan's words, An Ran's mouth spread out a smile, then turned back to look at Xiao Lei'er in front of him and said, "I came a little late just now, I hope Senior Sister will not blame me."
Xiao Lei'er could only smile awkwardly: "No problem, no problem." But she felt bitter in her heart. What else could she say besides this in this situation? If An Ran had been a second later, she would have been the winner of this competition, but now the outcome was so mysterious.
Even though she was An Ran's senior sister, she had also heard of An Ran's strength. She was able to defeat an eighth-level emperor a few months ago, but now she was only an eighth-level emperor.
At this time, Xiao Lei'er didn't care about An Ran's cultivation at all, because she knew clearly that An Ran's strength was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"Ahem!" The deacon coughed twice and then said, "Since An Ran is here, let the competition begin!"
The deacon's words jolted everyone out of their stunned state, and they all turned their attention to the arena. An Ran's competitions always attracted much attention, and her rapid improvement in cultivation was renowned throughout Guangming Island.
Aside from An Yu, Jun Zichen, and Xu Errong, who came with her, they had never seen anyone cultivate so quickly. They wondered if An Ran's strength would improve further this time. Of course, most people were just waiting to see what would happen.
Even if An Ran's cultivation speed is faster than that of ordinary people, it won't be this fast. Otherwise, wouldn't he be able to surpass all of their cultivation in a short time?
After the deacon finished speaking, An Ran and Xiao Lei'er bowed to each other, and the next moment the battle began.
Xiao Lei'er's aura suddenly exploded, and the pressure of an eighth-level emperor instantly spread out...
For a moment, everyone could feel the powerful pressure. In front of this strong pressure, the faces of many disciples with slightly weaker strength turned pale. After all, the pressure of the eighth-level emperor is not simple.
In the vast continent, an eighth-level emperor is already considered a top-tier powerhouse. How could such pressure be easily withstood?
Xiao Lei'er already considered An Ran a formidable enemy, so she naturally showed no reservations. She knew in her heart that this seemingly terrifying pressure would have no effect on An Ran at all, but this made her feel more confident.
(To be continued.)
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