1710: C1710 Abandon the War

C1710 Abandon the War

The violent power wanders.

Sikong Woohwa held his sword high in the air.

"It's really dangerous. I almost died in your hands." In the air, Sikong Woohwa spoke with a gloomy expression. The longsword in his hand was emitting a cold light. A powerful Qi burst out from his body.

In order to block that lethal strike, he had paid a hefty price.

At this moment, Sikong Woohwa was looking at Su Qing. There was only monstrous killing intent in his eyes. He only wanted to kill her.

In the face of Sikong Woohwa's hatred, Su Qing's pale face remained indifferent.

"As expected of the Saint of Haotian Saint Land. He is indeed powerful. I have lost."

"I admit defeat in this battle."

Su Qing said with a sigh.

She was very straightforward and directly admitted defeat.

She was not a fool. She could feel that the person in front of her was filled with killing intent towards her.

As long as she gave him the chance to attack, he would definitely kill her.

Defeat did not mean that Su Qing would seek death.

In this battle, he had used his life force as the price to perform the Fallen Immortal Melody. It had indeed made him extremely weak, making his life force like an oil lamp that was about to dry up.

However, she also comprehended something, gaining insights between life and death.

If she was given a chance to enter seclusion, perhaps she wouldn't be able to recover the life force she used up, but her cultivation realm would definitely have a breakthrough.

As long as he became stronger and stronger, the life force he had expended would definitely be restored.

This was the reason why Su Qing admitted defeat so easily.

When he heard Su Qing admit defeat, Sikong Woohwa's eyes immediately became like a fierce wolf as he fiercely stared at the former.

He did not expect that Su Qing would rather sacrifice her life to fight him just now and actually admitted defeat just like that.

This made the anger in his heart unable to be vented.

"Coward!"

Sikong Woohwa's expression was ferocious. The hand that held the sword trembled.

He was completely angered.

He even wanted to kill the person in front of him at all costs, but the invisible killing intent came from Martial Emperor Miao Yuan's killing intent, making him not dare to act rashly.

"I am just a little girl!"

Su Qing sighed carelessly and staggered away from the fighting stage.

The battle between the two top disciples had come to an end.

Everyone's mind was still stuck in the intense collision just now.

They were unable to recover for a long time.

A moment later, an uproar was heard.

The disciples of Haotian Saint Land were all celebrating in the square.

"He won! The Lord Saint has won!"

"Hahaha! Our Haotian Saint Land is the better one!"

"He won!"

A wild roar reverberated throughout the entire square. Everyone was staring at the scene in front of them, and they were all boiling with excitement.

Everyone knew that this battle had come to an end. Haotian Saint Land had won.

If one didn't know about this scene, he would have thought that Sikong Woohwa had won the championship.

However, for most of the people in Haotian Saint Land, Sikong Woohwa defeating Su Qing wasn't far from winning the championship.

Everyone was boiling with excitement and joy.

Su Qing was personally picked up by Martial Emperor Miao Yuan to be treated.

One song of Fallen Immortal was enough to heavily injure Su Qing and injure her origin.

The most important thing right now was to not let her injuries worsen.

On the arena, Sikong Woohwa had a look of unwillingness, but he could only watch helplessly as Su Qing was taken away. He could only suppress the anger in his heart.

Fiend Emperor also stepped into the sky and brought him to the Holy Lord's place.

The battle just now had consumed a large amount of Heaven's Origin. At this moment, he was not at his peak.

This would be extremely disadvantageous for the upcoming battle.

In order to ensure the first place in the competition, Haotian Saint Lord decided to personally help Sikong Woohwa recover.

Under the cheers of the crowd, everyone's eyes were filled with fanaticism as they stared at Nangong Wenshu, who was standing not far away from them.

The first battle of the top three was about to begin. Next, it would be Nangong Wenshu, the lucky son, who would reveal the first battle of the top three.

Everyone was curious about who Nangong Wenshu would choose as his opponent. Would it be Ao Lingchen, the dark horse, or Sikong Woohwa, the overbearing Heavenly Saint Body?

Countless eyes were focused on him. Nangong Wenshu's face turned slightly gloomy.

Nangong Wenshu's eyes swept across Sikong Woohwa and Ao Lingchen.

He knew that neither of them was simple.

One of them was able to kill an evil devil like Xuanyuan Wuyi. His means were strange and varied. Apart from what he used on the surface, he was afraid that he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

The other one had just displayed his unparalleled combat strength. He wasn't someone he could fight.

With the strength of both of them, he wouldn't be able to fight any one of them.

When he thought of this, a hint of disappointment flashed across Nangong Wenshu's eyes.

He knew how much strength he had. He had no chance of winning against these two people.

Not a single bit.

When this thought appeared in his mind, Nangong Wenshu's heart was filled with complex emotions. This was the first time he had faced a Heavenly Pride from his generation, and he admitted that he was inferior.

He was very unwilling, but Nangong Wenshu understood that this was the truth, the true existence.

Once he encountered these two people, what awaited him would only be a crushing defeat.

Rather than fighting these two on the stage and being defeated miserably in the end, he could only helplessly admit defeat in the end. Perhaps he might as well directly forfeit.

When this thought appeared in Nangong Wenshu's mind, this voice kept echoing in his mind. He was thinking about whether he really wanted to admit defeat and whether admitting defeat was the best choice.

In a short period of time, Nangong Wenshu already had his own idea in his heart.

Under the attention of the crowd, Nangong Wenshu stepped into the sky and looked ahead at the broken pieces. He looked around at the surrounding people and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, I, Nangong Wenshu know my own limitations in the upcoming battles. Whether it's Sikong Woohwa or Ao Lingchen, I'm not their match. Instead of ending up in a sorry state, I choose to forfeit. I give up this battle!"

Nangong Wenshu's sudden admission of defeat caused an uproar in the entire square. Most of the people's eyes were filled with disbelief.

They had never expected that someone would be afraid of the first three matches in the Sacred Land. He had actually chosen to give up.

This was Nangong Wenshu, an existence whose combat strength was enough to make all the Heavenly Pride in the world admire him.

To think that such a Heavenly Pride would give up in the top three of the competition. This was unprecedented.

Old Man Nangong looked at Nangong Wenshu's decision. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. In the end, he also sighed with emotion. He gently shook his head and said to himself, "Giving up might be the best choice."

Old Man Nangong naturally knew why Nangong Wenshu would give up. Indeed, with his extraordinary strength, whether it was the Saint Asura Sect or the Haotian Saint Land, his chances of winning were less than ten percent.

Rather than fighting on the stage and losing miserably in the end, he might as well give up. At least, he wouldn't need to waste any time, and he wouldn't be injured all over.

Of course, giving up without fighting was indeed a bit shameful, but if this little guy could let go of his personal feelings and fight for his face, what was there to be stubborn about, an old man like him?

On the contrary, he was even more satisfied that Nangong Wenshu could see through it, and the change in his attitude was even more satisfying.

This kid has grown up.

On the other hand, the disciples of Haotian Saint Land were discussing with each other.

Many of them expressed their displeasure in their hearts.

They felt that Nangong Wenshu should not give up and should not give up the battle. He should choose Ao Lingchen as his opponent. Even if he could not defeat Ao Lingchen, he should at least consume his strength and injure him as much as possible.

After all, this was the only way to be fair.

However, they never thought that Nangong Wenshu didn't need to do this for them. They weren't qualified to do this for others.

Ao Lingchen was also surprised when he heard Nangong Wenshu give up.

He did not expect that this seemingly hot-tempered guy would actually be able to endure the fierce battle and give up the battle so easily.

After all, with his strength, even if he didn't think that he would lose to ___, his opponent didn't know his background. Given the combat strength that he had displayed just now, he still had some hope.

Only Nangong Wenshu himself knew that after witnessing the battle between Ao Lingchen and Xuanyuan Wuyi and the battle between Sikong Woohwa and Su Qing, he knew very well that there was still a gap between him and these few people.

Instead of going up to find trouble, he might as well stay below the stage and watch the battle between the strongest dark horse and the Heavenly Sacred Body.

Most of the people present were optimistic about the Heavenly Sacred Body, but Nangong Wenshu was more optimistic about Ao Lingchen, thinking that this person had hidden himself even more deeply.

Of course, who could stand at the end would only be known after the battle.

Nangong Wenshu's admission of defeat also made the faces of many experts in Haotian Saint Land turn gloomy. Initially, they had also thought that Ao Lingchen would be chosen as his opponent, and they didn't expect him to exhaust Ao Lingchen's strength. At least, it could buy them some time to recover their strength.

Now that this fellow had admitted defeat, they were in a very passive position.1

However, they had also thought of a countermeasure, which was to slow down the restoration of the arena and waste time on it, giving the Holy Son time to recover.

This action of Haotian Saint Land made many people despise it, but no one was able to catch a whip from them.

After all, as long as these people were shameless, no one could say anything about them.

Ao Lingchen didn't pay much attention to this operation of Haotian Saint Land. Instead, he closed his eyes and adjusted his condition, pushing his Qi to the limit.

Ao Lingchen knew very well that what awaited him next would be the most difficult battle. Sikong Woohwa would be the most stunning and strongest opponent he had ever faced, and this would be the most difficult battle.

He had to go all out.

Time slowly passed. Everyone started to despise what the Haotian Saint Land had done. Slowly, they began to look forward to the next battle.

One of them was a dark horse that had risen from the numerous Heavenly Prides, a monster who had killed the nine great Heavenly Prides of the Haotian Saint Land.

The other was a Heavenly Saint Body. Not long ago, he had defeated the senior sister of the Exquisite Sound Valley, Su Qing. He was also a Heavenly Pride that had survived the Fallen Immortal Melody.

No one could tell what kind of sparks would erupt from the battle between the two of them. The only thing they could be sure of was that it would be a battle between a dragon and a tiger.

Time passed bit by bit. No one said anything to urge them. They were all waiting. They were waiting for that stunning battle.

Six hours had passed since Nangong Wenshu gave up on the battle.

Just as the spectators were feeling dissatisfied.

The ring that had been repairing itself had been completely repaired.

At the same time, a powerful aura burst out from the sky.

Ao Lingchen, who had his eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened his eyes.

Everyone knew that the final battle was coming.

- The content came from [Miegu Reading]

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