1102: C1102 non-drunkenness non-return

C1102 non-drunkenness non-return

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Following the destruction of the Dark Domain, the numerous forces that were watching the battle from outside the light barrier reappeared and countless pairs of eyes froze on the figure of the person who was shot out and crashed into the stone pillar. In the next instant, their eyes violently trembled as they stared in disbelief at this scene.

Because, the person who miserably flew out from the darkness with a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, was actually the top genius assassin among the young generation of Wu Clan, Wu Moying!

Only then did their gazes stiffen as they turned to the other side. Then, they saw the figure of a person slowly emerging. That young and delicate face, was exactly Long Bufan.

"Wu Moying lost!"

Everyone in the audience gasped when they saw this scene, they never expected that even Wu Moying, who had used the Dark Domain, would lose to Long Bufan who had come from a low sect. This kind of strength, was truly shocking!

After that, Long Bufan's figure slowly landed on the ground. He looked at the pale-faced Wu Moying not far away, he was not sure if the latter's words could still be considered to be true.

Wu Moying held onto his chest as he stood up with great difficulty. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Long Bufan with a cold gaze, his eyes flashing. He said calmly: "Long Bufan, among all the profound practitioners in the Spirit Sea realm, you can be considered the first. Although I still have the ability to continue fighting, I have said just now that as long as you can decipher this last move of mine, I will admit defeat.

"Hur hur, I've let you win." However, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Just now, when he used the spatial storm, he had used up almost all of the spatial energy in his body. If he were to use the Dark Domain again, he could only use his other trump cards.

But if this was the case, then the number of trump cards that could be used would become fewer and fewer. If he were to meet those monstrous geniuses from the super sect in the third or fourth round ahead of time, he would definitely fall into a desperate battle. As for the final battle stage, even if one was lucky enough to reach the top, there was a high chance that they would fail miserably.

But luckily, Wu Moying had a better character, he was someone who kept his promises.

Long Bufan had even planned to make friends with him after the end of Hundred Sects Competition and discuss some knowledge about the Laws of Darkness with him. After all, Wu Moying was from the Assassin Clan, so his ancestors must have accumulated a lot of experience in this area while studying the Laws of Darkness.

However, just as he thought that, before Long Bufan could say anything, Wu Moying suddenly took out a black seal from the storage bag, and then smiled at Long Bufan: "Long Bufan, in this battle with you, I have benefited greatly, this is my sound transmitting mark, if you do not mind us being friends, after the competition, let us drink a cup and share some of our fighting experience."

"No." Long Bufan shook his head instead.

Hearing this, Wu Moying was startled, a look of disappointment flitted past his eyes, and he laughed dejectedly at himself from the bottom of his heart. That's right, who would be able to become friends with a defeated opponent? Moreover, your identity is that of an assassin. Other people wouldn't be able to dodge in time, so how could you befriend them?

What a joke. Looks like it really is as father said. People of our Assassin clan are destined to never be able to make intimate friends in this lifetime ?

However, before he could take back the sound transmitting's imprint, he heard Long Bufan's candid laughter. "How can one cup work?

Hearing this laughter, Wu Moying's pitch-black eyes clearly trembled for a moment. Soon after, the corners of his pursed lips slowly lifted up as he stared at Long Bufan, and laughed as well: "Good, you won't return until you're drunk!"

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