"Okay, no more talking! It will only make things sadder. I'm going to go back and rest first. You should also rest early! Tomorrow is the final battle, so don't make any mistakes."
After Yang Zitong finished speaking, he walked out of the stone forest. His back was stretched very long by the moonlight. Liu Xun looked at his back and let out another sigh.
How many heroes and heroes have there been in the past? They were the ones who commanded the world with swords and guns! But how many of them were true to themselves? Behind those strong and majestic figures, weren't there also many frustrations and desolations
Secular people always envy the nine great families, but how can they know the helplessness of being the direct descendants of the nine great families? People in this world always hope to be born into a wealthy family, but how can they know the sadness of a wealthy family
Willing to give up, willing to give up, only by giving up can you gain, but who has ever thought about it? There is always loss after gain? The more you gain, the more you lose. Yang Zitong is standing in a position that many people cannot reach in their lifetime, but who has ever thought about his feelings, his sadness, and his helplessness
Maybe he just wanted to be an ordinary person, because he didn't understand the hardships of ordinary people, but the world is like this, yin and yang coexist and set off each other.
No one is perfect, and no gold is pure. If a person is perfect, he is no longer a human being, but a god, the universe, and the world!
Because it is precisely because of the insufficiency of living beings that other living beings and things were born. These living beings and things are called all things. When all things become one, it is perfection, which is this world!
Liu Xun's feeling tonight is not about sadness, but life. However, in Yang Zitong's eyes... it is sadness! Because they are different, they see different things. Different things lead to different thoughts in their hearts, and then... their lives are also different!
The night passed quickly, and the next morning, the final battle of the life and death arena finally arrived! Thirty participants stood in the preparation area. At this time, the ancient martial arts field had been combined into three parts, and a total of ten battle areas, because the first round would definitely be a fight between twenty people.
"All participants, come forward and draw a wooden stick!" the old man shouted loudly, and then pointed to an iron box not far away, which contained thirty wooden sticks.
Next to the iron box sat eighty-one family heads. Although they were just sitting there, they gave everyone a sense of oppression. With them personally checking, even if someone wanted to cheat, there was no way to do it.
Thirty people walked to the iron box one after another and picked up a wooden stick at random. About three minutes later, everyone had finished drawing, but no one showed the wooden stick, and no one was in a hurry to look at it.
"Those with numbers on the sticks, stand aside immediately! The numbers are from one to ten, which are your rankings! And those with nothing on the sticks, stand still and don't move, because... you are the ones who will stay and fight!"
After the old man finished speaking, everyone began to look through the wooden sticks in their hands. Liu Xun turned over his wooden stick and immediately frowned. There was nothing on his wooden stick, which meant... he was the one who was going to join the war.
"Damn, why is my luck so bad!" Liu Xun cursed in his heart. No one wants to fight a war that has no benefit at all, and Liu Xun is no exception. He doesn't want to participate in this life-and-death competition at all.
"Uh... first place! Are you kidding? I'm ready for the final battle." Lyle held the wooden stick in his hand with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. He was very confident in his own ability, so it didn't matter to him whether he participated or not.
"Good luck." Yang Zitong smiled lightly and shook the wooden stick in his hand, on which was marked two red words.
"I hate this number." The Russian blonde looked at the three words on the wooden stick and whispered to herself.
"I should consider buying a world-class Mark Six lottery ticket when I return." Hamley shook his head, holding the four-character wooden stick, and walked to the side.
"If I had known I would have slept a little longer today. I had to get up at 8:30. How many brain cells have I lost? It's so hurtful!" The German Shepherd yawned, glanced at the five-character wooden sign, and said with some impatience.
"Everything is going smoothly. It seems that the days to come will be better." Zhuge Mingyue smiled and murmured softly.
"Number seven? So... I've advanced? But when has my luck... ever been so good?" De Gu whispered to himself, holding the wooden stick with the seven characters in his hand.
"Number eight? Never mind. I'll let you off this time!" Phil held the wooden stick with the nine characters on it and looked at Liu Xun, who was complaining about his bad luck.
"Number nine! In this case... it all depends on luck!" Wang Mingxuan is number nine, which means... he is not in danger for the time being, and only a battle is waiting for him.
"Number 10? Damn it! Why did I draw it? Liu Xun... I will kill you with my own hands to avenge Ah San!" The Indian girl said harshly, holding the wooden cross in her hand.
When everyone finished looking at the wooden sticks in their hands, Yang Zitong and ten other people walked aside. Ten seats were placed in the preparation area. The first eight seats were put aside, and the last two seats were placed alone. Obviously, these were the positions for the top eight who advanced and the ninth and tenth places that had not yet been determined!
When Ye Tian, Ye Huiling and Wang Kexin in the audience saw Wang Mingxuan sitting in the seat marked number nine, they all frowned. But when Ye Huiling saw Liu Xun among the twenty people... her frown deepened.
Although Wang Mingxuan is a member of the Wang family, he is sitting there for Ye Yuming. If something happens to Wang Mingxuan, Ye Tian, Ye Huiling and the Ye family will all feel uneasy.
"Damn, this guy's luck is so bad? There are only four Chinese participants in total, and three of them got drawn, but Liu Xun himself didn't get drawn!" Yun Zhongxiao also counted Wang Mingxuan, who was ranked ninth.
"His character has never been very good, it's normal that he didn't win!" Di Yi said something that had been in his heart for a long time.
"Compared to this, I'm not worried about Liu Xun, but this ninth-ranked Wang Mingxuan, his strength is not that good! Can he advance?" Yun Zhongxiao had just arrived here and didn't know the relationship between Wang Kexin and Wang Mingxuan as siblings.
"I don't think it's possible!" Di Yi was also a straightforward person and spoke truthfully.
After the two finished speaking, Wang Kexin's face turned even worse. Seeing this, Situ Ying slapped Di Yi and Yun Zhongxiao on the back of their heads again and said coldly, "Shut up, both of you! Don't bring up things that are not relevant..."
"... "Yun Zhongxiao remained silent with grievance. Di Yi rubbed the back of his head and turned back with some dissatisfaction and said: "Sister Ying, can you please stop hitting me on the back of my head?"
"What did you say?" Situ Ying raised her eyebrows and asked softly.
"Nothing... Nothing, I just said I was hungry." Di Yi turned his head back and fell silent. (To be continued)