Chapter 263 Nan Qiuqiu: Let Han Yu come!
He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to admit defeat before he broke the light barrier.
But now that his opponent has admitted defeat, Long Aotian can't continue to attack.
Xu Shenshu gritted his teeth, his hands trembling slightly, and slowly removed the white mask covering his body.
The moment the light shield dissipated, he felt dizzy, his vision went dark, and he almost lost his balance.
He held his knees and gasped for air. Sweat dripped from his forehead, smashing tiny dust flowers on the dry ground.
Long Aotian stood opposite, folding his arms and looking at him with interest, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
At this time, Xu Shenshu's face was as pale as paper, and his hair was soaked with sweat, sticking wetly to his forehead.
His lips were chapped and slightly open, and he breathed in the air greedily, as if to absorb every ounce of oxygen.
He tried to take steps, but his legs felt as heavy as lead. Every step he took was extremely difficult, and his body was swaying, as if he would fall down at any time.
His frail appearance, without the imposing aura just now, was as if he was suffering from a serious illness.
It turned out that although Long Aotian did not break his defensive mask, every time an attack landed on the mask, a powerful counterattack force was produced, causing Xu Shenshu's energy and blood to surge, and his soul power to drain away quickly.
With Xu Shenshu's current appearance, it was obvious that his soul power had been exhausted to the point of exhaustion.
Xu Shenshu took a deep breath and tried to calm down the raging blood in his body. He knew that he was unable to fight anymore.
He could only admit defeat helplessly. Fortunately, his efforts this time were not in vain. He had consumed some of Long Aotian's physical strength, and he had completed the task.
He was sent out first, and obviously there was no hope for him to win. His task was to consume his opponent as much as possible and gain an advantage for the teammates behind him.
"You win, I'm drained by you."
Xu Shenshu smiled bitterly, walked to Long Aotian's side with heavy steps, and said weakly.
"You'd better think about the consequences of what you say. Do you think that's appropriate?"
Long Aotian's facial muscles twitched, and his fists were quietly clenched.
"Ahem, I mean my soul power was drained by you, so I was quick to speak. I'm sorry." Xu Shenshu said with some embarrassment.
"I hope you are just quick-talking, otherwise I am really afraid that you will be beaten to death in the future. Okay, get down quickly. You look so weak. You still need to exercise more."
"Look at me."
As he spoke, Long Aotian showed his muscles to Xu Shenshu in a subtle way. The corners of his mouth were cracked, and his big white teeth exuded a mysterious brilliance.
In an instant, Xu Shenshu felt as if his eyes were going to be blinded.
"I understand." Xu Shenshu quickly stepped down from the stage with a weak look on his face.
Won! This guy won so easily.
The people watching the battle were confused. Even if they didn't use some special effects skills, the two of them would go back and forth with just one move.
Then Long Aotian kept hitting the mask, and inexplicably won after more than a dozen kicks.
If this wasn't in Mingdu and there was a prince on the rostrum, they would probably shout shady things.
No matter how dissatisfied the spectators are, the game continues.
There was a burst of warm applause in the audience, and the second member of the Dilongmen team walked onto the ring with steady steps under the watchful eyes of everyone.
After he stood still, his eyes met with Long Aotian's. The distance between the two gradually widened, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
The referee raised his arm high and then swung it down, announcing the official start of the second game.
This participating team member is named Feng Jue, and his martial soul is also an earth dragon, but unlike ordinary earth dragons, his earth dragon is mutated, possessing wind attributes and amazing speed.
Feng Jue knew very well that Long Aotian was powerful and it was never wise to go head-to-head. Therefore, he decided to adopt flexible tactics to consume Long Aotian's soul power as much as possible and buy time for the teammates behind him.
With a low cry, Feng Jue released his martial soul. A layer of cyan scales quickly covered the left half of his body. Four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, rose up from his feet in sequence, exuding powerful soul power fluctuations. .
His first two soul rings were seen shining brightly, and a powerful air flow surrounded him. Feng Jue's figure turned into a blue lightning, speeding towards Long Aotian at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
With the blessing of soul power, his hands turned into sharp dragon claws, flashing with cold light. His eyes were locked on Long Aotian. As long as the opponent made the slightest movement, he would immediately dodge and wait for an opportunity to launch a fatal blow.
This was his carefully planned battle plan. He knew that his strength was far different from that of Long Aotian, but he believed that as long as he seized the opportunity, he would definitely cause some trouble to Long Aotian.
The distance on the ring was shortening rapidly, and in an instant, Feng Jue arrived in front of Long Aotian. He saw that Long Aotian was still throwing a punch casually as before, and thought to himself, "Sure enough, it is like this."
Feng Jue had been prepared for a long time. He dodged and jumped out to the side like a ghost, trying to avoid Long Aotian's attack.
However, although Feng Jue's idea was good, the reality was cruel. His strength was far different from Long Aotian's, and his body's reaction speed could not keep up with his thinking.
Just when he was about to dodge, an overwhelming force came towards him and hit him hard in the face.
Feng Jue felt his mind go blank. The severe pain made his vision go dark. His body flew out uncontrollably and fell heavily to the edge of the ring.
"Next."
Long Aotian clasped his hands on his chest and said lightly.
"How could you hit me in the face?" Feng Jue wanted to struggle to get up, but Long Aotian's strength was too strong, and his Soul Sect's strength could not bear it at all.
His vision went dark and he passed out on the spot.
It is true that Long Aotian is not known for his speed, but Feng Jue is just a soul sect.
No matter how slow the Soul Saint's speed is, it can't be slower than the speed of a Soul Sect. The level will directly suppress you.
Both battles were so simple.
The two contestants from Dilongmen have already lost.
The expressions of several Dilongmen masters who were sitting in the rest area and wanted to hide their weakness in this game changed drastically.
The Snow Demon Sect actually sent a Soul Saint directly to the scene, and he played two games in a row.
I’m afraid the next game will be difficult to win!
What depresses them the most is that once the team members enter the waiting area, they cannot change players. They, the main players, can only watch but can't do anything.
The third Dilongmen player took a deep breath and tried to suppress the fear in his heart, but his trembling legs revealed his true emotions.
He slowly walked onto the ring, his eyes involuntarily falling on Long Aotian's casserole-sized fist. The tragic scenes of the previous two games kept flashing in his mind, making him shudder.
But he still forced himself to calm down. He knew that he represented the honor of Dilongmen, so he could only bite the bullet.
When the gong sounded to start the game, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Long Aotian, trying to use speed to make up for the gap in strength.
However, Long Aotian was faster than he imagined. He dodged the attack of the Dilongmen team members in a flash, and then punched out with lightning speed, hitting hard. Hit the opponent in the chest.
The Dilongmen member groaned, and his body flew out like a kite with its string broken. He fell heavily to the edge of the ring, clutching his chest in pain, and couldn't get up for a long time.
This time, Long Aotian seemed to be merciful. He did not attack the head directly like before, but chose the chest, which was relatively less vulnerable.
The Dilongmen player struggled to stand up, but the severe pain left him unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the referee announced the result of the game.
The audience in the audience was silent, all shocked by Long Aotian's powerful strength.
In the rest area, the faces of the players from each team were ashen. They originally thought that even if Dilongmen lost, it would not be too ugly, but they did not expect that the result was a one-sided crushing.
Princess Xu Jiujiu's beautiful eyes were full of solemnity. She turned to look at the leading teacher beside her and asked in a heavy tone:
"Have you found out the origin of this Snow Demon Sect? There is actually a Soul Saint in the team. How do we play with this?"
This time, as a team leader, she brought people from the Star Luo Empire to participate in the competition.
This year's Star Luo Empire team is much stronger than before, which gave Xu Jiujiu the idea of winning the championship.
The reason is that there is also a soul emperor in the team, which is the source of her confidence.
But what she didn't expect was that this time there would even be soul saints in the competition.
"Your Highness, the Snow Demon Sect is just a little-known sect in the Tianhun Empire."
A teacher who was leading the team below her bowed and saluted.
"Oh? A small sect in the Heavenly Soul Empire actually has a Soul Saint participating in the competition?"
Xu Jiujiu frowned slightly, obviously surprised by the news.
"Yes, Your Highness Princess." The leading teacher replied respectfully,
"That's all the information we can find."
"That's all?" Xu Jiujiu's voice rose a bit,
"A little-known sect can cultivate soul saint-level students? Are you kidding me?"
The teacher leading the team felt dissatisfaction for a long time, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he quickly explained:
"We find it incredible that Your Highness the Princess is calm, but their registration information is indeed true."
The teacher leading the team said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Your Highness, this is all we can find. The Snow Demon Sect is really hidden too deeply. But..."
"But what?" Xu Jiujiu asked displeasedly. He hated people who spoke half-talk.
The leading teacher paused and said, "We saw several familiar names in their registration information."
"What's the name?" he asked for a long time.
"Han Yu, Yuan Gungun, Lan Susu, Lan Luoluo..." The leading teacher answered carefully, observing their expressions for a long time.
Hearing this, Xu Jiujiu's expression suddenly changed, and a familiar figure appeared in his mind, that young man who looked down upon him.
"Han Yu..." He gritted his teeth and recited the name for a long time, clenching his fists tightly, "So it's him! What a Snow Demon Sect, what a Han Yu!"
At this moment, she understood everything.
Obviously, she had already guessed something.
In fact, as long as you check the Snow Demon Sect's entry list, it is not difficult to know their origins.
Of course, this is only limited to the college teams that participated before, forget about the sect teams.
Three team members were defeated one after another, and the Dilongmen team below the ring suddenly felt like a pot was exploding. The remaining four team members could no longer remain calm, and stood up one after another, pacing in place anxiously, and talking among themselves.
Only one of the female soul masters, she was slender and pretty, but with a heroic spirit, she frowned and said nothing.
She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles slightly white due to the force. After taking a deep breath, she finally made up her mind and walked onto the stage step by step with steady steps.
After standing still, she first bowed slightly to Long Aotian politely, and then reported her name:
"Hello, my name is Nan Qiuqiu."
Hearing Nan Qiuqiu's voice, Long Aotian turned his eyes from the Dilongmen team to her, with a polite smile on his lips, and nodded slightly in response:
"Hello." Nan Qiuqiu looked directly at Long Aotian, without a trace of fear in her eyes, but with a firmness:
"You go down, let Han Yu come, as long as you defeat me, I will admit defeat on behalf of Dilongmen."
After speaking, she nodded slightly to Long Aotian again, waiting for his reply.
The smile on Long Aotian's face gradually disappeared. He frowned slightly, and his mind was full of thoughts. Nan Qiuqiu's words and actions were a little unusual, which made him curious about the whole story.
He pondered for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and finally nodded slowly in agreement.
"Wait, I'll call you."
As he spoke, Long Aotian jumped off the competition stage and walked towards the waiting area of the Snow Demon Sect.
"Han Yu, why did Long Aotian walk down from the competition stage? Didn't we agree to win seven games with one?"
Ning Tian looked at Long Aotian walking down from the stage and couldn't help but ask curiously.
Han Yu glanced at Nan Qiuqiu on the competition stage and said nonchalantly:
"Who knows, maybe he is a little tired."
"With his strength, it is easy to defeat seven, but this competition is very important to you all."
"It is also an opportunity to show your talents, Brother Aotian, maybe you want to give..."
Looking at Yuan Gungun and others beside him, Han Yu continued:
"Maybe you want to give them a chance to show up."
Han Yu already knew why Long Aotian gave up the competition and walked down, but it was better not to say it in front of Ning Tian.
At this time, Long Aotian had returned to the waiting area, bowed to Han Yu, and said:
"Young Sect Master, the female soul master above specifically asked to compete with you."
"Of course I believe in the strength of the Young Sect Master, so I promised her to let you go up instead."
Hearing this, everyone in the waiting area looked at Han Yu in surprise. (End of this chapter)
