Yun Ruoxi is in such a state that she is about to lose everything, and there is no way she can continue to fight.
And even if she continued to fight, she would still be no match for Nangong Qian, so she simply chose to give up: "I admit defeat."
After hearing Yun Ruoxi's words, Nangong Qian not only had no intention of stopping, but even accelerated towards Yun Ruoxi and stabbed Yun Ruoxi mercilessly with her sword.
According to the rules of the competition, if one of the parties voluntarily admits defeat, the duel will end.
The duel was over the moment Yun Ruoxi proposed to admit defeat. But Nangong Qian pretended not to hear, obviously deliberately trying to murder Yun Ruoxi.
"Stop!" The referee in charge of the invigilation shouted immediately and rushed towards Nangong Qian, trying to stop Nangong Qian.
But Nangong Qian's speed was too fast. Before the referee arrived to stop her, the sword in Nangong Qian's hand was already very close to Yun Ruoxi's eyes.
At that moment, Yun Ruoxi closed her eyes subconsciously, and the powerful pressure of the sword blew her hair backwards.
However, the expected pain did not appear. Yun Ruoxi opened her eyes nervously and found the sharp sword hovering quietly in front of her eyes.
The tip of the sword only needs to move half an inch forward to pierce her pupil. But no matter how hard Nangong Qian tries, she can't move the sword forward even an inch.
Because at this moment, there were two small fingers gently holding the sword.
The owner of these two fingers is a black-haired young man wearing black clothes. This young man is undoubtedly Lin Yun!
The entire scene suddenly fell into dead silence.
No matter on stage or off, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Yun who suddenly appeared.
No one saw Lin Yun's movements clearly, and no one even knew how Lin Yun got on stage. There was only the next thought in their minds: so fast!
Even the referee who was about to stop the match was completely stunned and looked at Lin Yun with surprised eyes.
What happened at that moment was almost in the blink of an eye.
He was a majestic high-level martial artist, standing on the edge of the martial arts platform, and it was too late to stop him. But the boy in front of him, a seventh-level warrior, actually stopped all this!
"The game is over, you can get out." Lin held the sword blade between his two fingers and said in a calm tone with no expression on his face.
Hearing Lin Yun's words, Nangong Qian was instantly furious. But before she could get angry, Lin Yun clamped two fingers of the sword blade and broke it with force.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the sword in Nangong Qian's hand was instantly broken from the middle. The terrifying force shocked Nangong Qian's arms, causing her to step back repeatedly, and she almost couldn't even hold the broken sword in her hand.
Seeing this astonishing scene, everyone in the audience was shocked and dumbfounded.
The sword in Nangong Qian's hand is a middle-grade Xuan-level treasure made by a master!
This treasure is not said to cut through iron like clay, but it is also indestructible and is many times harder than steel.
However, this treasure was broken by this young man with two fingers. This is simply unbelievable!
"How dare you destroy my treasure, I..." Nangong Qian rushed up angrily, and was about to attack Lin Yun, but was stopped by the referee on the side.
"The game is over, you have won, please get off the stage as soon as possible." The referee said to Nangong Qian lukewarmly.
After hearing the referee's words, Nangong Qian had no choice but to give up. She glared at Lin Yun fiercely, but she could do nothing to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun didn't even look at Nangong Qian. He turned around and carried Yun Ruoxi off the martial arts platform. He then placed his palms on Yun Ruoxi's plump breasts and injected vitality into her to heal her injuries.
Under Lin Yun's treatment, the blood marks on Yun Ruoxi's face quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. It didn't take long for her to be back to her original state without leaving even a single scar.
Seeing that Yun Ruoxi's appearance had returned to its original appearance, Nangong Qian in the distance was so angry that she was furious. She strode up to Lin Yun and said to Lin Yun in a threatening tone: "Boy, if you dare to ruin my good deeds, I will let you do it."
You paid the price!”
"I'll be waiting for you in the finals." Lin Yun said in a calm tone with an expressionless face.
A gust of cold wind roared in and hit the two of them violently, causing their clothes to flutter and their hair to fly wildly.
A strong smell of gunpowder permeated the entire scene, making the atmosphere extremely depressing.
"Okay, I hope you can pass the semi-finals, otherwise I won't be able to torture you in the finals!" After Nangong Qian said this, she turned around and left angrily.
After Nangong Qian left, a young man wearing tights walked up to Lin Yun.
This young man is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and is in the middle of the ninth-level warrior. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and short, capable hair. He looks very energetic. He wears heavy metal on his hands, wrists, and ankles.
Wrist guards.
The thick-browed young man looked at Lin Yun with burning eyes, appearing extremely excited. He cupped his fists at Lin Yun and said, "I am the young master of the Li family, Li Yifeng."
"I can see clearly what you did just now. You are a very good opponent. I am very interested in you. May I ask your name?"
"I'm not interested in you." Lin Yun replied coldly, then ignored Li Yifeng and turned around to leave.
Li Yifeng froze on the spot as if he were petrified, his face turned green and green, and he was completely at a loss.
Before asking the other party's name, he had no idea that the other party would be so cold and cold, and even refused to tell him his name.
He just looked at Lin Yun's retreating back. Instead of being angry at all, his eyes became even hotter: "It's interesting. I really hope I can play against you."
Just when Li Yifeng was stunned, the voice of the invigilator sounded.
"The third group's lineup, the young master of the Li family, Li Yifeng..."
Hearing his name, Li Yifeng's body trembled and he was instantly filled with fighting spirit.
His figure flashed, disappeared from the place in an instant, and appeared on the martial arts platform almost at the same time.
His movements were very fast, so fast that no one could see how he got on stage.
After the thick-browed boy took the stage, the other four opponents also took the stage one after another.
The realms of these four opponents are all at the peak of eighth-level warriors, and they are all below this bushy-browed boy.
"There are no six great talents in this group. It seems that the winner is none other than Li Yifeng."
"After all, Li Yifeng is the fastest genius among the younger generation in Wangcheng. Although his strength is not as good as the six geniuses, he is not far behind them."
Amid everyone's discussion, the competition soon started.
As the referee's voice sounded, Li Yifeng's figure disappeared from the spot and turned into a blurry shadow appearing in front of the first opponent.
Before the opponent could react, he was swept away by Li Yifeng.