After figuring out the key, Ye Zhuixun gritted his teeth and stopped dodging the dagger. Instead, he endured the pain of the dagger cutting his skin while simultaneously releasing the three artistic conceptions of earth, wind, and water.
"The Lion's Roar!"
This punch had the effect of sealing off the land, trapping the dagger...
"The Lion's Roar!"
This punch, with the intention of slicing with a gust of wind, crushed the dagger...
"The Lion's Roar!"
This punch, like a drop of water wearing away a stone, corroded the dagger...
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
The sound of friction is so sharp that it makes your teeth ache. It keeps on making people feel a little frightened...
"No! That's not right!"
Fang Wenyang's companions suddenly changed their expressions: "Wenyang! Quick, put away your hidden blade!"
It's too late!
“Puff—”
Fang Wenyang opened his mouth slightly, blood gushed out, his eyes rolled back, his face turned pale, he lost consciousness, and fell down—
at the same time.
The remaining seven daggers also fell to the ground, losing their cold and sharp luster...
"Oh my god!" The crowd gasped, and everyone opened their eyes wide in disbelief, looking at the scene before them...
“Wen Yang!!!” Fang Wen Yang’s companion shouted angrily and hurriedly supported him.
"Damn it! How dare you, you damned ant, hurt Wen Yang so badly!"
"Die! I want all of them to die! To make amends for Wen Yang!"
The cold, violent, murderous words made the place quiet for a moment, and then there was even more desperate fear and uneasiness...
"how so?"
"Could it be that today, we really can't leave alive?"
If even winning can't change the outcome of death, how else can they change their fate
Even Mu Wuxin couldn't help but feel disheartened: "Brother Hong, Master Feng, do you think they will really kill all of us? But many of us present here are well-known people, and Brother Hong, your Hong family is even a branch of the Royal City Hong family... Do they really dare to kill us?"
Hong Qinghe closed his eyes and said, "If it was someone else, they might not dare to kill him, but they... didn't you see the golden dragon token on the waist of the man in the middle? That's... a token only a prince has..."
Mu Wuxin and Yang Feng were shocked when they heard this, and their faces turned pale...
"Ahem..."
His robe was torn by the dagger, and his body was stained with blood. Ye Zhuixun, who was in tattered clothes, felt his legs go weak and he almost fell to his knees...
Below the stage, Lou Qianxue frowned, and disappeared in a flash...
Lou Xiaoxiao clenched her fists and breathed a sigh of relief: "Qianxue... is she finally going to take action?"
Lou Qianxue appeared again on the martial arts competition stage. She handed Ye Zhuixun a blood ginseng, a holy medicine for healing that could be eaten directly: "Eat it."
This is one of the elixirs given to her by Master Huo.
However, when Master Huo gave it to her, it was only a hundred years old. But now, after being nourished by the Tongtian Divine Tree, in just a few days, it has become as effective as a thousand-year-old blood ginseng...
Ye Zhuixun looked at Lou Qianxue gratefully: "Thank you, Master."
Lou Qianxue shook her head: "I want you to know that the reason why I didn't save you is because, without endangering your life, I will not stop you from fighting."
"Master, thank you for letting me fight to the end and prove myself - after all, defeating the Third Young Master is not enough. Hong Qinghe is still a head taller than me. But defeating Fang Wenyang is different! I believe that the person who is watching me will be very happy to see me like this."
Lou Qianxue was silent for a moment: "That's good, you go and have a rest, leave the rest to me."
There are two more updates, I will try my best to write them, but it’s getting late, everyone should go to bed early and check for updates tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)