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nGu Zuo and Tianheng weren't the only ones who didn't predict this. Everyone present didn't antic.i.p.ate this happening.

nThe Prince Beside the Emperor Cang He stared blankly ahead. Then, he couldn't help clapping and laughing heartily: “Good, good, good! Our Cangyun Empire actually has three people advancing to the finals. This is seriously the best!”

nThe numerous martial artists of the Cangyun Empire all reacted differently.

nDuanmu Qingrong and Sima Yuanyou's expressions were very odd.

nBut the Helian clan members recalled that Zhanghao previously received a Gongyi Clan medicinal pill. Suddenly having this kind of luck would make one think: If it were Helian Xingcheng who entered these matches, maybe the one to have this luck could've been him? Whether jealousy or reproachfulness, their emotions were a jumbled mess. Yet, even more than that, they were unwilling.

nAlthough Zhanghao was ordinarily cold and arrogant, there was a flash of rapture in his eyes.

nHe took a deep breath. Standing next to his own Xiantian protector, it was as if he didn't notice the needle-like gazes from all the martial artists from the other countries.

nThis was his luck. If possible, he hoped to recover faster. He also had to compete with others for several matches in the finals!

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nOn a stone platform.

nZou Qingyue glanced at Zhanghao: “Who's that?”

nLiu Wuyuan pondered for a moment: “Apparently, he's a martial artist from a third cla.s.s empire.”

nLuo Yanfang said: “That's Huangfu Zhanghao, a partic.i.p.ant from the Cangyun Empire. His strength is regarded as only average. That he could make it to this final juncture is entirely based on luck.”

nZou Qingyue revealed a hint of a smile: “An extremely lucky person is also beneficial to the sect.”

nYanfang said: “Momentary luck shouldn't be utilized.”

nWuyuan interjected: “It could also be a combination of luck and skill.”

nIn this way, the three spoke for a bit, and all of them had their own opinions.

nAt last, Zou Qingyue said: “In the end, whether if it's luck or skill, we'll see it in his performance in the finals. If it's the latter, then we could actually make an exception…”

nLuo Yanfang and Liu Wuyuan heard this and both nodded their heads: “What junior sect sister says is true.”

nSuch statements about luck were only briefly hinted at, and weren't brought up again. These kinds of words absolutely weren't information that could be known by the citizens of the other empires.

nThere were only those who genuinely walked certain paths that could've glimpsed at bits and pieces of their conversation. However, that was something to deal with in the future.

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nIt wasn't long before the fourth round's five winners emerged. Among them, two were from first cla.s.s empires, and three were from second cla.s.s empires. As for third cla.s.s empires, there was only Huangfu Zhanghao.

nAt this point, they'd become candidates who could partic.i.p.ate in the finals.

n— They were on the verge of joining the ones who bested the grindstones and advance to the final battles.

nTheir achievements would determine the status of their countries.

nThey didn't have to wait till the next day for the finals. Rather, it would begin immediately.

nRight away, it was time to draw lots again. The remaining thirty eight people would conduct their matches on the six platforms.

nThis time, because of the number of people, there would still be two rounds where someone would take a free pa.s.s. If there was a lucky person who could persevere through the first set of matches, that person would automatically advance since there would be nineteen people during the second round.

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nAfter calculating with great difficulty, Gu Zuo silently transmitted his voice: Big brother, you said that Huangfu Zhanghao might be able to keep pa.s.sing?

nGongyi Tianheng looked calm: Anything is possible.

n…If he was able to win in the first round.

nGu Zuo understood this kind of subtle, unspoken dialogue.

nHowever, the lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d Zhanghao definitely wasn't the most important one now. The most important one was his honorable big brother. After how many b.l.o.o.d.y trials, he'd finally come to the part where he could fight face to face.

nHe didn't know this time around, but what ranking did his big brother want to get?

nYes, after Gu Zuo watched the performances of those martial artists, he felt that the ranking and so on were already firmly under his big brother's control. He could get whatever rank he wanted. Even if a great majority of his opponents were half-step Xiantian, to his big brother, they were merely peak Houtian ninth stage martial artists who'd completely condensed their bone pearls. He could suppress them all one by one.

nMerely, Gu Zuo wasn't able to guess what his big brother was specifically thinking. But no matter what, he certainly had a plan… Right?

nGu Zuo also didn't ask.

nHis thoughts, which still kept worrying about Tianheng, caused him to start second-guessing himself when he watched the battles on the platform previously.

nTianheng's appearance was composed. Gu Zuo didn't see how he moved, but he was already before the three Immortal realm martial artists. The thirty eight people were well-behaved, and when that Zou Qingyue shot her hand out, the dozens of dusky tiles that flew out like lightning were quickly grabbed by them!

nImmediately after that, they lowered their heads and looked at the contents of the tiles.

nOn the tiles were written countless names.

nEach one that a martial artist grabbed had the name of their opponent.

nPerhaps it was through some furtive pull, but there actually wasn't a single martial artist who grabbed their own name.

nThe allocation wasn't considered very challenging.

nNext, that Liu Wuyuan scattered a handful of wooden lots.

nAnd written on these lots were grade numbers divided from one to four, which were the sequence they were to get on the platforms.

nAfter that, the finals were about to begin.

nGongyi Tianheng didn't read them urgently. Once he returned to Gu Zuo's side, he took out the tile and lot.

nWritten on the tile: Feiyu Country, Zheng Hong, Half-step Xiantian.

nThe wooden lot had the number one.

nGu Zuo understood with a glance: “Big brother, take care.”

nTianheng faintly smiled: “Then, I'll be going.”

nGu Zuo waved his hand.

nTianheng's footsteps created a gust of wind and his body became an indistinct shadow as he flashed by. His landing on the right side of the stone platform was neither fast nor slow.

nThis body technique was too fast. Many people didn't have enough time to see his movements before he was already standing on the platform.

nOn the contrary, after waiting for a few moments, his opponent Zheng Hong dropped onto the other end of the platform like a leopard.

nGu Zuo couldn't see the particulars of Tianheng's movements. After staring distractedly, he focused his psychic power in his eyes.

nThis time, when he looked at the platform, everything was clearer.

nIn his mind, he inwardly thought: It seems big brother's strength has had a new change…

nThat's right. Tianheng never deliberately concealed when he practiced his martial arts, but Gu Zuo couldn't see through this time's footwork. So he could've had a very recent insight.

nHowever, Gu Zuo didn't feel it was especially odd.

nBecause the martial skills his big brother learned were usually improved versions and his cultivation method was self-created, the moves he employed would be like a heavenly steed soaring across the skies. As for the change in appearance while fighting, that'd be making a fuss about nothing.

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nGongyi Tianheng was already clashing with Zheng Hong.

nZheng Hong was a talented martial artist from a second cla.s.s empire. He was only twenty one years old, and was a half-step Xiantian realm. Under his guidance, his every move faintly carried the power of heaven and earth. This at least doubled the power of his martial skills. This also matched his treacherous body techniques. In merely the blink of an eye, he already carried out over ten consecutive moves, which blanketed Tianheng from all directions.

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nThen, Tianheng acted.

nHis feet slightly staggered as his body became smoke-like. And although it looked like he acted very agilely, it unexplainably gave people the impression that he was actually very slow. This seemingly slow martial skill steadily resisted Zheng Hong's every move. Each of Tianheng's fists that hit his flesh made thumping sounds.

nGu Zuo heard those sounds and suddenly felt a little jittery.

nIt was as if all these impatient noises wanted to pour into your skull. Each one would leave your heartbeat in an abnormal state, like it was being suspended from a string. With your pulse suddenly slowing or quickening, it was extremely hard to bear.

nUnder these sounds, you'd feel like you'd want to vomit, but nothing would come out. There was a brain-piercing buzzing like you've suffered heavy blows to the head over and over again!

nGu Zuo, who almost lost consciousness, bundled his body in psychic energy.

nThis way of using it could be considered flexible armor, a defensive object that would protect his body. Isolated from those noises, he gradually relaxed.

nAt this moment, he abruptly reacted.

nIt was a rhythmic sensation.

nWhen his big brother exchanged blows with that person, the sounds that were produced could be called an accursed rhythm!

nThat was practically cheating…

nGu Zuo flung his head around, his complexion paling as he looked at his surroundings.

nAt this time, he discovered that those Xiantian martial artists were merely furrowing their brows, but the partic.i.p.ating martial artists who were holding their numbered tiles were revealing jittery looks.

nUnfortunately, they didn't have psychic power. They could only forcefully endure it, leaving each of their complexions miserable.

nThe Immortal realms monitoring the platforms were also paying attention.

nZou Qingyue's looks changed: “Eh?”

nLiu Wuyuan glanced at Gongyi Tianheng. His expression didn't look too good as he clicked his tongue: “Just a minor accomplishment.”

nLuo Yanfang gave a rare approval this time: “One should seize every opportunity.”

nZou Qingyue's gaze swept across the two and didn't speak again.

nShe still paid attention to this seedling, and felt that his methods were very modern. Merely, she also couldn't disagree with the other two as a consequence.

nLet alone what those Immortal realm powerhouses thought, the reactions of just those partic.i.p.ating martial artists in the audience were so intense. One could well imagine what Zheng Hong, who was fighting with Tianheng on the stage, was feeling.

nOh, if one wanted to summarize… It was just like being dragged into a quagmire and having someone ring a golden church bell covering his head. Strike after ferocious strike left him dizzy with blurred vision. He opened his mouth, feeling like he needed to throw up.

nZheng Hong's heart was embittered.

nWhat kind of monster did he encounter? There were martial skills he'd never seen before. There were many styles that looked familiar, yet weren't. And he wanted to resist the changing moves, but more and more emerged. When he was fast, the guy seemed slow but was actually fast, and when he was slow, the guy seemed fast but was actually slow. In short, what his eyes could see was completely different from what he could sense.

nHe was being led by the nose…

nAfter exchanging two or three hundred moves, Zheng Hong found his head hurting more and more and his eyes were seeing stars. When he made his moves, it was even harder to judge his opponent's momentum. Unwittingly, his body had already suffered dozens of attacks.

nIf this continued, he might simply be beaten to death!

nAs for his opponent?

nZheng Hong barely cracked his eyes open to see that his counterpart was still calm and unruffled. Each of his moves were still familiar and unfamiliar, so much so that it was as if he'd already been struck many times over…

nHe suddenly understood.

nHis opponent was letting him save face, and keep his life.

nIf he didn't tactfully forfeit, then the consequences might be very wretched.

nAfter that, Gu Zuo, with his five sharpened senses down below, heard Zheng Hong speak.

n“I forfeit.”

nGu Zuo abruptly revealed a great, big smile.

nHe realized that his big brother had won, as expected!

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