The second day of the semi-finals was still a beautiful day with a sunny day after the snow.
Because of the imperial monarch's personal visit again, Su Tong naturally had no choice but to accompany the imperial emperor obediently, and it was difficult for Su Mu and Lu Xi to actively contact Yang Zimu.
But regarding all this, Su Mu was actually not in a hurry.
After all, today's battle is also the battle between Su Mu and Yang Zimu.
To this day, since Su Mu has faintly noticed Yang Zimu's abnormality, of course, he will not put the next meeting he tried to be seen by the princes.
"As long as you leave Yang Zimu with some kind of information in the ring, he will naturally contact us after the competition is over. Even if I didn't guess wrong, now he himself is probably equally anxious to communicate with us."
Since Su Mu had already made such a judgment, naturally he was not in a hurry to reveal anything.
Instead, they accompanied the delegation with a calm look, and came to the spectator stand on the side of the Magic Academy, silently waiting for the start of today's second semi-final.
Yesterday's semi-final, obviously left a deep impression on all the audience and students.
So today, whether it is the students who have been eliminated long ago, or the enthusiasm of the residents of the empire, they have given the highest expectations for this battle.
Not to mention, in the eyes of almost everyone, Yang Zimu is far stronger than Yrel.
Since even the Yrel of the Magic Academy can give such a beautiful answer, if it is Yang Zimu, he will naturally show a more gorgeous performance.
Although everyone would like to see it more, of course, Su Mu and Qin Wudi competed against each other at the pinnacle.
But if Yang Zimu were able to defeat Su Mu, the residents of the empire would only be proud of it, and would not have any unnecessary emotions.
In the final analysis, no matter which country you are a resident, you are actually a narrow self-interested honorary.
All expectations or recognition of others are not as good as trust in the geniuses of my own country, and even less than the proud hope of my own country.
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"May the Supreme Dragon God bless this land under my feet... It will be prosperous forever!"
Today's imperial emperor does not seem to be interested in enjoying the cheers of his people anymore, so this ritual sentence was also narrated by the imperial emperor's eldest son Su Zheng.
However, the enthusiastic residents of the empire obviously didn't care who uttered this sentence.
Although there are various rumors about the complicated relationship between several princes, even among the people.
However, under this situation at this moment, people have subconsciously forgotten all the gloom, and just turned the most glorious expectation in their hearts into the most sincere blessing:
"May the Supreme Dragon God bless this land under my feet... It will be prosperous forever!"
When the mountain call was over, the auditorium was quiet again.
As the referee of the organizer of the conference, he is naturally already on the battle arena.
Before today’s match was announced, in fact, everyone already knew the names of both sides of the match, but the referee still took out the last two names from the black box in accordance with the standard procedure of the conference:
"In the semi-finals and the second actual confrontation, the two players are the Federation Northern Magic Academy and Su Mu, and the Imperial Qinghua Cavaliers Academy and Yang Zimu. Please be on the battlefield as soon as possible."
As the referee's voice fell, people's expectations for this battle also reached a certain peak.
Whether it was Su Mu, who walked out of the preparation table of the Magic Academy, or Yang Zimu, who slowly got up from the preparation table of the Qinghua Academy, the two of them today are bathed in the eyes of everyone's expectations.
Then step by step, he walked to the competition arena in the center of the two.
After yesterday’s battle, the empire’s organizers have clearly realized that the ordinary stone arena is simply too easy to be destroyed for this level of battle.
Therefore, after a whole night of rushing repairs, the empire officially wrapped the actual combat arena in front of them with pure fine iron.
The ice-cold and sturdy surface of the ring can even slightly reflect the referee's figure at this moment.
But the two figures who came on the stage did not even glance at the strengthened ring itself. They just stared at each other's eyes.
It seems that I want to see certain emotions that I expect from the eyes of the other person.
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However, Su Mu did not see the same wish in Yang Zimu's eyes; and Yang Zimu naturally failed to see the fighting will he expected from Su Mu's eyes.
The emotions expected by both sides did not appear in each other's eyes.
"I announce, the battle begins!"
As the referee quickly gave the instruction to start the match, he was so flexible as a monkey, he turned and jumped out of the competition arena.
It seems that this swift battle will finally really begin.
But what surprised the referee was that instead of any earth-shattering sound behind him, those strange words came again.
"Do you think you can beat me?"
Yang Zimu had a weird tone and said something inexplicable.
This is obviously nonsense. If Su Mu had no confidence in winning, he would naturally not stand on this ring, nor would he be thinking about another issue.
"So... don't you really think I don't have any room for struggle?"
It was another question that became more and more bizarre.
Yang Zimu smiled, looking at Su Mu, whose brows were slightly twisted, not knowing why he suddenly became a little happy.
Then he stretched out his hand to his waist more slowly, and silently pulled the scabbard out of the well-known gift, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.
Upon seeing Su Mu, although he was still slightly puzzled by Yang Zimu's two previous questions.
However, seeing the weapon that Yang Zimu had taken the lead at this time, Su Mu naturally also slowly pushed Qi Neng into the flame blade candle shadow, suddenly igniting the dazzling blade constructed by the illusion flame.
Although most of the people on the sidelines are also puzzled by the scene in front of them.
But at this time, seeing that the two sides had pulled out their respective weapons, the audience in the audience was finally relieved. One by one craned their necks, for fear of missing any wonderful details.
Just waiting for Su Mu and Yang Zimu... to bring you a visual feast again!
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But even in such a highly anticipated situation, the sudden change that no one could think of was silently presented from the arena that shone with metallic luster.
Just when everyone thought that the next moment was when the swords intersected.
Yang Zimu, who was holding the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, suddenly threw and stabbed, and backhanded the long knife in his hand into the strengthened metal arena with ease.
There is no hesitation, no anxiety or shame.
Then an extremely unexpected statement also suddenly fell from Yang Zimu's mouth, shocking everyone in the entire martial arts field with confusion and doubts in their hearts:
"Skills are not as good as others, so I can't help but... I'll give up too!"
As Yang Zimu said, he also let go of the hilt of the Great Xia Longque, completely bowing his head and sighing, and bowed his hands together and bowed to Su Mu.
Then he waited silently for the response from Su Mu.
No one could have imagined that Yang Zimu, who had been given high hopes by all parties, had not even experienced a confrontation, and decisively made an amazing decision to abandon his sword and admit defeat.
The fluttering words of admitting defeat were like a spell lingering in everyone's ears.
It reveals a ghostly atmosphere, but also reveals a confusing meaning.
"reason?"
Two blunt and questioning words quickly flowed from Su Mu's mouth.
This is not only the question of Su Mu, but also the question of all the audience present... So far, no one can really guess what Yang Zimu is planning.
In Su Mu's initial prediction, he obviously intended to convey the news of trying to meet to Yang Zimu in front of him at the same time as the confrontation.
But at this moment, with Yang Zimu's sudden admission of defeat, everything has vanished.
"There is no extra reason, "Skills are not as good as people, and you are willing to go down." This is not the reason for doing well, but also the most reasonable and reasonable reason."
Yang Zimu still didn't raise his head, still hiding his eyes in the drooping eyelids.
What he said in his mouth was already that grand excuse.
"I have no confidence to beat you at all, and I personally confirmed it just now, and you have no idea that you will fail. When the two are superimposed, naturally I will be defeated in a mess."
"Rather than defeat in the hope of the empire, it is better to be more relaxed, and to take this inevitable failure...I am in my own hands!"
Su Mu couldn't refute Yang Zimu's words.
After all, Su Mu had indeed never thought that he would really be defeated by Yang Zimu.
But there is no doubt that Yang Zimu's explanation is just an excellent excuse. He does not care about the opinions of the residents of the empire, nor does he care about Su Mu's doubts.
When Su Mu asked the word "reason", Yang Zimu already understood... All the things that should be done have been done, and there is no need for any more stays.
As a result, Yang Zimu now silently retracted his sword and scabbed it again.
Then without saying a word, Dia stepped off the ring carefully prepared by the organizer of the conference, and walked back to the preparation seat of the Qinghua Academy.
A long-awaited battle... But it ushered in such an absurd and unruly ending! ()