"Since it’s a bet, of course, it’s a guess. What’s wrong? Do you dare to bet?"
"Bet? Sure, I’m not afraid of you!" Fatty Luo snorted lightly.
On the other side, Zhou Tian and others heard this voice and also frowned.
Sohow, a figure suddenly flashed in their minds.
"Damn it, could these two people be the sa person?"
They thought of that handso young man who defeated them the other day at the Wind Moon Building.
Thinking of this possibility, they gasped in surprise.
In the crowd, Lin Xuan’s eyes flickered.
They were naturally talking about him. However, he did not make a move imdiately, because he didn’t think his opponent was worth it.
The opponent was ranked ninth under the Third Prince, stronger than Dong Qianshan, but not by much.
To be honest, Lin Xuan wasn’t very interested in such people.
He really wanted to take on Jiang Nantian and Han Li.
The reputation of these two was very strong and well-known among the younger generation in the Da Xuan Empire.
During this journey, he had heard many tales about them.
Only people like that were worthy opponents for him.
So, even though his opponent was being provocative, he did not engage.
After waiting for a while, with no one stepping forward, Blood Monk’s face twisted in anger as he looked again at Princess Caidie.
"What, is the princess unwilling to let him co out?"
"That person was indeed invited by , but whether you can get him to act is not up to ," Princess Caidie said calmly.
Throughout, she remained composed and serene.
Frankly, up to now, she hadn’t seen that mysterious strongman either.
However, she skillfully avoided the issue.
If her guest didn’t act, it would an that Blood Monk wasn’t capable.
But if he did act, it would further prove her point.
So, it was a kind of gentle refusal.
"Hmph!"
Blood Monk snorted coldly, "If you don’t dare to fight, then don’t. Why does the princess speak so politely?"
"Courting death! Is even the princess’s word sothing you can question?"
A cold shout rang out, and suddenly, a figure flew out from Princess Caidie’s pavilion.
That person moved like lightning, instantly flying from the pavilion and reaching the sky in a mont.
It was a fierce young man in silver battle armor with a little mustache.
"You? Impossible!"
Blood Monk stared at the newcor and sneered before quickly shaking his head.
"What did you say?!"
Little Huzi got angry at once: "You’re also ranked ninth. How am I not good enough?"
"Today, I’ll show you what I’m capable of!"
"Hmph!"
"I’m ranked ninth under the Third Prince, and you?"
Blood Monk stopped talking, but the disdain in his words was obvious.
"Courting death!"
Little Huzi was furious. He clenched his hand, and a silver long spear quickly ford.
Then, he thrust it out.
Like a silver lightning bolt, it slashed through the void, unleashing a terrifying aura.
Clang!
On the other side, Blood Monk also swung a blade, clashing fiercely and creating a deafening clash.
Scarlet sword light intertwined as silver brilliance shot skyward, surging like an ocean of terrifying energy.
In an instant, the sky was enveloped by two energies, revealing only two blurry figures clashing continuously.
Bang!
Another earth-shattering sound followed as Little Huzi was sent flying backward.
"Hmph, I told you, you’re no match for !"
"What? Defeated so quickly?"
The crowd exclaid, unable to believe it. Could the gap between Princess Caidie and the Third Prince’s strengths really be this vast?
The crowd murmured, while Princess Caidie’s expression turned sowhat grave.
Indeed, although both were ranked ninth, the disparity in strength was evident.
This clearly indicated that she still had a long way to go to reach the Third Prince’s level.
Thinking of this, Princess Caidie furrowed her brow slightly.
Next to her, the martial artists also wore grim expressions.
It seed unlikely that anyone else would make a difference. Only soone ranked in the top five could combat that.
However, if they sent a top-five ranked fighter against a re ninth-ranked opponent, future battles could be compromised.
Thus, a silence descended over Princess Caidie’s side for a mont.
Blood Monk displayed a smug look, then scanned the surroundings sharply and said coldly,
"I’ll ask one last ti, do you really refuse to co out?"
His voice echoed like thunder throughout the space.
Though he didn’t na anyone, everyone knew he was talking about the mysterious strongman who had defeated Dong Qianshan.
"Hmph, truly a turtle hiding in its shell!"
Blood Monk sneered, turning away to prepare a challenge to soone else.
However, just as Blood Monk finished speaking, a sword light soared skyward, like a long rainbow, directly slashing toward him.
"What?"
Spectators exclaid upon witnessing this, for they hadn’t expected anyone to dare challenge Blood Monk.
Blood Monk’s pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with shock.
First, he couldn’t believe soone dared challenge him. Second, the sword light was incredibly fierce.
In haste, he couldn’t dodge and had to resort to passive defense.
Boundless blood-colored light surged, forming a blood-colored shield in front of him, gleaming crimson.
Just as the shield ford, the fierce sword light sliced it in two with a slashing sound.
The next mont, the terrifying sword light enveloped Blood Monk.
Clang!
Blood Monk’s expression turned to shock as he raised his long sword in panic to block.
Finally, he managed to shield himself from the sword light.
Instantly, a clangorous sound erupted, making the spectators’ ears tremble.
Blood Monk was blown away by the imnse force.
"What?"
Seeing this, everyone was stunned.
Even those strong fighters participating in the martial arts tournant were shocked, unable to believe it.
Blood Monk was struck down in one slash? How is that possible!
Who had made the move? Could it be the Eldest Prince’s top fighters?
As this thought crossed their minds, everyone looked toward the Eldest Prince.
But soon, they noticed that even the Eldest Prince looked bewildered.
Even he didn’t know what had happened.
This only deepened everyone’s confusion about who had acted.
The crowd was puzzled and could only look back up at the sky.
In the sky, Blood Monk flew backward, coming to a halt thousands of miles away, his expression turning incredibly grim.
Although he hadn’t been injured in that strike, his whole arm was numb.
Not only that, his Qi-blood churned rapidly inside him—a testant to the shock that strike caused him.
"Who is it? Get out here!"
Blood Monk roared, nearly losing his mind from rage.
Just monts ago, he was exceedingly arrogant, dismissing everyone.
Yet now, he had been struck down—and by soone he had yet to identify.
This situation left him utterly humiliated.
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