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Yan Mingchuan was defeated, causing an uproar at the scene.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yan Mingchuan gritted his teeth and decided to defeat Wang Zi at all costs.

"Don't get complacent too soon..." He suddenly raised his sword and rushed forward again, too lazy to use fancy mantras.

Wang Zi was happy to play with him, and with a wave of his finger, the broken sword body rushed forward.

He stood there without moving at all, and with a flick of his fingers he blocked Yan Mingchuan's sword after sword.

Yan Mingchuan became impatient as he couldn't find anyone.

"If you have the guts, come and fight me head-on instead of pretending!"

Wang Zi turned around and blocked his attack, "Whether it's weak or not, Senior Brother should know best."

"hateful……"

That’s right, throughout the competition, he was always at a disadvantage and was very passive.

In addition to making him feel uneasy, these also accelerated the loss of his spiritual power. Feeling the spiritual field gradually drying up, Yan Mingchuan's heart was pounding.

If this continues...

Another attack, his speed was obviously slowed down, which gave Wang Zi an opportunity.

The shattered sword blade cut through his flesh like a saw.

The pain it brings is not comparable to that of ordinary wounds.

The people on the stage gasped.

"Fortunately, I didn't fight with Senior Brother Bu Mian. He was too powerful. He could crush Senior Brother without using a sword..."

"The eldest senior brother is obviously not convinced, but it is indeed the case that Senior Brother Bumian is more powerful."

"The wound looks painful, why don't you just admit defeat, Senior Brother?"

……

The chattering sounds made Yan Mingchuan annoyed.

He pushed Wang Zi's attack away fiercely, turned around and yelled at the audience: "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

The crowd who were yelled at fell silent instantly, for fear of being bitten by him.

Yan Mingchuan turned around and shouted at Wang Zi: "Leng Bu Mian, if you have the guts, fight me head-on! Stop chanting your curse!"

Wang Zi’s eyes were cold.

"Break the spell? Can you beat me?"

Yan Mingchuan broke through the defense.

"…Why are you so arrogant? If you have the guts, fight me squarely with a sword."

Wang Zi knew he was trying to change the subject and sneered.

"If you can't beat me, just surrender. Can I force you to do that?"

The boy's words were too venomous for Yan Mingchuan to resist. He was furious and helpless:

"Ahhhh!! Look at the sword!"

He immediately became too lazy to conserve his strength and used several powerful moves in succession.

“Fenghua Wanjian! Fenghua Wanjian!! Fenghua Wanjian!!!”

But the gorgeous move didn't alarm anything, and Wang Zi caught it easily.

Yan Mingchuan became even more furious, "Damn it... Damn it! I don't believe it..."

Anyway, in order to see his funny look of defenselessness for a while longer, Wang Zi patiently played with him.

The two of them fought back and forth for an unknown amount of time.

Tian Yusi stood in the audience, staring without blinking, capturing every move of the boy.

He recalled what Wang Zi once said... "Because you and I are the same kind."

But if they are really the same kind, why can't I find even a little bit of magic in him?

Is it true, as he said, that by using the legendary forbidden technique, the magic power has been completely stripped away?

The pain of having a demon's bloodline torn off is not something that ordinary people can endure. Almost no one survives. Even my father is afraid of this existence...

The word "same kind" really made Tian Yusi too concerned. He didn't know how long it had been since he met a demon, let alone in this so-called righteous sect.

Tian Yusi looked at the young man who was fighting with ease on the ring, and an inexplicable emotion arose in his heart.

If he is really a demon...

Would their relationship be closer?

Can we be friends?