2979: Protest

Protest

"What?" Chen Ziyun turned pale.1

Was Fuhara really that capable?

What about Feng Wu?

"If they win this round, they'll send another one up, and His Royal Highness…"

A Spiritual Overlord usually wouldn't affect the crown prince, but he was injured now, and Night Owl was also an extremely capable cultivator.

That was very bad news!

People of the Junwu Empire couldn't imagine what would happen.

Senior Brother Min protested, "That's not fair! Fuhara promised he wouldn't fight in the junior arena anymore!"

Other students of the Imperial College realized that, too.

That was right!

Fuhara had indeed said that, and his tone had been full of disdain.

They all raised their hands to protest.

Fuhara smirked.

He walked steadily toward the arena until he was on the stage.

He glanced at the cultivators of the Junwu Empire and smirked. "Protest? Your protest isn't worth sh*t!

"I'll fight in whichever arena I want!

"Only the weak protest. Strong men speak with their fists!"

Fuhara waved his fists in the air.

Teenagers of the Junwu Empire flushed.

"Only the weak protest"?

What irony!

They didn't want to protest, but Feng Wu couldn't possibly win!

Feng Wu frowned at Fuhara. "Are you done talking yet?"

Fuhara looked at her in bewilderment.

Feng Wu explained, "The person before you died because he talked too much."

Fuhara was surprised at first, but he soon realized what Feng Wu meant.

Was the pretty girl telling him that she was going to kill him?

Fuhara laughed arrogantly.

He looked at Feng Wu. "I admit that many people are more talented than I am. At my age, they've already reached the intermediate arena. However…"

He glared at Feng Wu. "Here in the junior arena, I'm the king!

"Anybody who tries to defeat me will end up in a box!

"You're so pretty that I almost feel sorry to kill you.

"I can spare your life for your pretty face, but you…"

Feng Wu lost her patience before he could finish.

"I told you already," Feng Wu said coldly.

What?

Fuhara was perplexed. What had she told him?

Feng Wu made her move before Fuhara could figure out the answer.

This time, she didn't spare any effort, because she needed to finish the battle as soon as possible.

"Ground Control!

"Fallen Star Sword!

"Little Phoenix, use your fire!"

...

She exerted all her strength and used all her stances on Fuhara.

Fuhara was smirking at first, but the smirk was soon wiped off his face.

Because!

Thump!

He was overwhelmed by Feng Wu's power.

Half of the stage collapsed, and Fuhara fell to the ground.

There was a moment of silence, and everybody looked from Feng Wu to Fuhara, who was buried under a pile of rocks.

Had Fuhara lost?

Just like that?

Just then, the pile of rocks stirred.

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