"Third brother!" Xia Yue, unable to hold her composure, couldn’t help but shout out.
However, Yuan Yun in the center of the arena seed not to hear Xia Yue’s shout; his attention was entirely focused on his opponent. Seeing that his opponent had no intention of stopping, Yuan Yun gritted his teeth and abandoned the thought of holding back. His opponent wasn’t afraid to die, and neither was he.
With a downward slash, Yuan Yun’s wrist trembled slightly, and the steel blade that was originally aid at his opponent’s shoulder suddenly shifted horizontally towards the middle-aged man’s neck. Striking the shoulder wouldn’t necessarily be fatal, at most it would result in the loss of an arm. However, if the head were to be chopped off, not even the gods could save you.
This subtle action by Yuan Yun imdiately took everyone by surprise. However, amidst their surprise, there was also a strong sense of admiration.
When others are ruthless, you must be even more ruthless!
"Stop!" At this critical mont, a voice finally ca from the stands. Almost simultaneously, Yuan Yun and the middle-aged man withdrew their blades and retreated to the side.
After a brief mont of bewildernt, the audience finally ca to their senses and turned their eyes towards Su He on the stands.
"Elder Su, you are the referee. Who do you think is the winner of this duel?" soone shouted loudly.
Su He smiled faintly, "It was a brilliant match, both contestants perford well. However, if we talk about victory and defeat, they are both slightly lacking, so I believe declaring a draw is the fairest decision."
Upon hearing these words, the crowd began to discuss among themselves. So agreed with Su He’s decision, while others were dissatisfied. It was obvious to the clear-eyed spectators that the middle-aged man’s final move was a result of desperation, ant to force Yuan Yun back due to his inability to withstand Yuan Yun’s assault; nonetheless, Yuan Yun wasn’t buying it and instead intensified his attack.
If those two slashes had landed, Yuan Yun would undoubtedly have been the victor, while the middle-aged man would have faced certain death. Therefore, so people felt that Su He’s judgnt was unfair. A grandmaster from the Heavenly List couldn’t possibly miss sothing so apparent to so many.
He Ziyun remarked with a displeased expression, "Elder Su, isn’t this decision unfair? Our contestant from the Dragon Tiger Hall was clearly in the lead, so why declare a draw?"
Su He replied indifferently, "Martial arts duels are ever-changing. Having the upper hand at one mont doesn’t an it will last, and it is very likely that the next mont he could be killed by his opponent. Such situations aren’t rare, so it’s not enough to determine the result based on temporary advantage. Master He, if you think my judgnt is flawed, you may ask everyone present. If everyone believes my judgnt is wrong, I’ll imdiately correct it. What do you think?"
"You..."
"Mr. He, let it go!" Qiu Yong gripped He Ziyun’s sleeve and whispered, "Su He is clearly biased, but we can’t fight that. Regardless, a draw is better than a defeat, and we still have chances to win."
He Ziyun took a deep breath, slowly calming his inner anger, and nodded, "Don’t worry, I won’t act rashly."
While speaking, Yuan Yun had already stepped down from the arena. Seeing him panting heavily, Qiu Yong patted his shoulder and said, "Well done."
"Big brother, Mr. He, I’m sorry, I let you down." Yuan Yun felt very apologetic. They could have won this match, but it ended in a draw, and he was unwilling to let it go.
"It’s okay, it’s not your fault, the bla lies with the treacherous ones from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion." After a pause, Qiu Yong asked, "Third brother, I’ve never seen you use that blade technique before."
"That’s a technique I recently comprehended. Didn’t the sixth brother ask each of us to choose a martial arts manual best suited for ourselves? That’s it. Unfortunately, I was just a bit shy of defeating my opponent."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Yong and others realized the situation.
"Elder Qiu, we have the first move in the third round. Who do you think is most suitable?" He Ziyun asked.
Qiu Yong looked at their mbers. Xu Ming and Yuan Yun had already participated, and the remaining candidates were himself, Zhang Zhongfeng, and Xia Yue. Xia Yue’s strength was too weak, unsuitable for the arena. As for Zhang Zhongfeng... Qiu Yong pondered for a while and then excluded him.
Zhang Zhongfeng was reputed as Huaxia’s number one archer, indeed formidable, but his skillset was too singular and would easily be targeted. Besides, the opponents from the Martial Arts Academy ca prepared, surely equipped to handle him. After much contemplation, Qiu Yong felt that he was probably the most suitable candidate.
"Mr. He, if there’s no other option, I’ll have to step in."
"You?" He Ziyun was slightly taken aback and imdiately refused, "No way! You can’t go on now; it’s not yet your ti to make a move."
"Mr. He, let Big Brother go." Xu Ming chid in, "The contestants, as you can see, are very skilled, far from ordinary. If we switch to Fourth and Fifth siblings, the chances of winning are minimal. Apart from Big Brother having the capability to fight, the others’ hope is very slim."
"But... if we send Elder Qiu now, who will go next ti?"
Qiu Yong thought for a mont and asked, "Mr. He, is there still no contact with the sixth brother?"
"I called him, but there was no answer," He Ziyun sighed lightly, "Ling Chen might not make it back in ti, we can’t pin all our hopes on him now."
"Big brother, why don’t you let give it a shot?" Zhang Zhongfeng volunteered, "Currently, our record is one win and one draw. Even losing one round isn’t too much of a setback."
Qiu Yong couldn’t decide, so he turned to the others and asked, "Do any of you have better suggestions?"
"Everyone, you might have overlooked sothing very important." Xu Ming spoke slowly, "In the next two duels, we must win both to have a chance at victory. If we lose even one, we are defeated."
Upon hearing this, everyone imdiately understood Xu Ming’s point. The first four duels were fought by mbers of the Dragon Tiger Hall and the Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts Academy, with the final match being a contest between the hall masters. Now with Tong Zhentian unconscious, the Dragon Tiger Hall couldn’t find anyone to match Chen Quan. There was still Ji Gang, but he wasn’t considered an option.
Ji Gang was just a puppet without his own consciousness, severely limited in strength. Whether he could defeat Chen Quan was uncertain. Furthermore, if Ji Gang were to be discovered by the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, Su He wouldn’t show rcy. After all, when Ji Gang was still with the God Organization, he once launched an attack on the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, causing it significant losses. Given the vengeful nature of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, they wouldn’t spare Ji Gang. Therefore, Ji Gang couldn’t go on stage.
With these considerations, everyone found themselves in a dilemma.
"What’s wrong, is the Dragon Tiger Hall unable to send anyone else?" A slightly mocking voice ca, focusing everyone’s attention on Qiu Yong and his group.
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