"I lost."
Roland admitted his defeat.
Then, the referee announced the result of the match:
"The winner is contestant Yang Yu!"
Before the referee finished speaking, warm cheers and applause broke out in the arena.
Amid these sounds, Yang Yu raised his sword and shield high, puffed out his chest proudly, and felt the hard-earned victory.
It’s not that this competition is difficult, but... Yang Yu has experienced countless adventures, big and small, in order to stand on this stage.
No matter who it was, if they had seen Yang Yu three and a half years ago, they would not have thought that he had the ability to stand on the stage of the Dragon God Conference and win.
But Yang Yu did it.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Yang Yu approached Roland and extended his hand in a friendly manner.
Roland smiled helplessly, took Yang Yu's hand with his thin arm, and stood up.
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After watching the final through the screen, Aslit placed his fingers on his temples, recorded the scene, and transmitted it to the distant Blood Count through the black ring.
In the magnificent castle, Gula Bolet sat on the throne, listening to a female harpy with strange feathers describing the recent situation.
When the news of Yang Yu's victory came, Gula Bolet smiled knowingly and murmured to himself:
"Things are getting interesting. It's a shame I didn't win him over then."
Hearing the incomprehensible words coming out of Gula Bolet's mouth, the female harpy subconsciously stopped reporting.
Gula Bolet lightly snapped his fingers, and a ball of blood appeared above the crystal clear cup, injecting half a cup of blood into the empty cup.
Picking up the crystal glass and sipping it carefully, Gula Bolete's charming smile spread across her face:
“Don’t worry about it, I just received a report from a subordinate that surprised me.
I have roughly resolved the situation you described.
Those islands that suddenly appeared and were protected by the barrier can be left there, so there is no need to waste troops on exploration. "
Orimu responded in a resounding voice, “Yes.”
"Go back and rest. The next one to report, come up."
Zhimu slowly retreated, and a man wearing armor scales and a short neck walked through the door of the hall and walked towards Gula Bolet.
The man was extremely strong and more than two meters tall.
With every step he took, the scales of his armor crackled.
At first glance, his short neck makes him look like some fishmen, but he actually belongs to the family of spiny-scaled lizards.
This subhuman race lives on an island and is an extremely skilled swimmer.
They are not true sea dwellers, but some of their living habits are highly similar to those of some sea dwellers.
This inevitably involves competition for some common resources.
Unfortunately, these thorny-scaled lizards are no match for the real sea dwellers in the sea.
They cannot breathe underwater and must take a breath regularly.
Thousands of years ago, the thorny-scaled lizards were distributed on some islands near important warm currents. At that time, they lived a rich life and had no worries about food and clothing.
But since some of the Seamen were dissatisfied with the distribution of the Sea Mother, they united and drove them away.
The spiny-scaled lizards gradually moved away from their homeland and retreated to barren islands. Their population also dropped from tens of thousands to only about two hundred.
Even though there are only two hundred people in the tribe, a large number of them will still die in years of famine.
The spiny-scaled lizard has always had a dream.
They wanted to return to their homeland, punish those Seirens who broke their oath, and take back everything that belonged to them.
As time goes by, they often hover on the brink of starvation and are getting further and further away from their dreams.
I thought my dream would eventually become a bubble, but everything took a turn for the better fifteen years ago.
The chief of the thorny-scaled lizards, Benglie.Cilin, looked at the man on the jade throne. He was extremely proud and bowed down to the man in front of him without hesitation.
It was the man in front of him who changed the circumstances of their clan and gave them the opportunity to realize their dreams.
As long as he can realize his dream, Benglie.Cilin swears that he will bring his people and be forever loyal to the man in front of him.
As long as it is this man's order, Benglie.Cilin will do it personally.
Today is the weekly work reporting day, and Benglie.Ci Lin also came to the residence of the [Blood Earl] in person to present the latest information he had.
"Lord Blood Count, we have discovered a new underground labyrinth in the southeast and east of our territory. It is the labyrinth of the brave Laux."
Returning to the arena of the Dragon God Conference, Yang Yu slowly walked off the stage and was arranged to wait aside.
The host wanted to take advantage of the excitement of the final to continue to heat up the atmosphere, but once Aslite was involved, the atmosphere became extremely weird.
The host knew where the weirdness came from and did not try to heat up the atmosphere. Instead, he gave the time back to the contestants and referees.
The match to decide the fourth place began amid the audience's cheers for flower baskets.
This match was an unprecedented tough battle for the flower basket.
Holy light can cause a lot of damage to spirits, and extremely destructive dark magic can also cause a lot of damage to spirits.
Aslite's sword blade is wrapped in a layer of black, which can instantly cut off the spirits released by the flower basket, and prevent the spirits from gathering and regenerating in a short period of time.
With this feature, Aslite is not without any chance of winning against Roland.
But she still chose to give up and fight against the flower basket which was easier to win.
Facing Aslite's continuous offensive, how could Flower Basket give up so easily
Hualan kept racking his brains and setting up layers of traps.
But even if Aslit really fell into the trap, Hualan couldn't do anything to Aslit.
Finally, Hualan summoned a contracted spirit for defense, and there was a little hope of a comeback...
But Aslite used [Ghost Dance] and [Broken Wind Flow. Wuji] to break through the defense of the contracted spirit and seriously injured Hualan.
Countless people were worried about the flower basket. When they saw it stand up again without giving up, the Colosseum erupted in unprecedented cheers, and the audience cheered for the girl from the ichthyosaur clan.
However, reality is extremely cruel.
The victory of the competition is not about who shouts the loudest or has more perseverance.
Hualan's spiritual power is really not enough to fight against Aslit.
Seeing her contracted spirit being hit by Aslite's sword and showing an extremely painful expression, Hualan's heart seemed to be tightly gripped.
Under Aslit's relentless pressure, Hualan was finally knocked to the ground and lost the game.
For Aslite, this was a complete crushing defeat.
No one cheered for Aslit's victory.
When Aslit turned to the entrance to wait for the award ceremony to begin, applause broke out from the audience, applauding the efforts of the flower basket.
At this point, all competitions of the Dragon God Conference have ended.
And then, it was the award ceremony.
(End of this chapter)