"Mingjun, be careful!" Ouyang Shiqi exclaimed again.
"Huh?" Tan Mingjun's pupils shrank sharply, and he didn't have time to think too much. He used the remaining strength in his body and raised his hand to sweep out a few gusts of strong wind to meet him.
However, since he was already seriously injured, it was naturally difficult for him to block the opponent's sword.
The sword light tore through his attack and quickly dodged toward his right arm. The man obviously wanted to cripple Tan Mingjun's arm.
laugh!
Tan Mingjun jumped aside at the last moment, and the sword's light left a deep bloody gash on his waist, and a large amount of blood gushes out.
"Um..."
After it hit the ground hard, Tan Mingjun let out a muffled groan.
"You can hide pretty quickly!"
The man sneered and continued to press forward. With a flip of his wrist, the sword flashed again.
Looking at his posture, Tan Mingjun vowed not to give up until he was defeated.
"Tan Shuai, admit defeat!"
At this time, Ling Hao's voice reached Tan Mingjun's ears.
"I...I admit defeat..."
Tan Mingjun turned several somersaults on the spot to avoid the opponent's sword and then shouted in a deep voice.
laugh!
Just as he shouted, the man seemed not to have heard, and slashed out again with the second sword light, this time going directly towards Tan Mingjun's right leg.
At this time, Tan Mingjun could no longer avoid the knife.
"Um?!"
Sitting on the seat, Ling Hao frowned, and a coldness filled the air.
Bang!
Just when Ling Hao was about to take action, the man's sword was blocked by the referee on the ring.
"There are rules in the competition. If one side admits defeat, the other side is not allowed to take action again. Didn't you hear it or didn't you take it to heart?" the referee looked at the short-haired man and spoke in a deep voice.
"This time is a warning. If it happens again, I will be severely punished!"
"His voice is so small, who knows what he is talking about." The short-haired man shrugged his shoulders.
At the same time, he subconsciously glanced in Ling Hao's direction. He knew very well that if Ling Hao hadn't spoken, Tan Mingjun might not have given up so quickly.
"I heard it from so far away, but you can't hear it?" the referee frowned.
After a brief pause, he did not continue the topic, and then looked at Tan Mingjun and asked.
"This player, you still have one chance to challenge the loser in Arena No. 1. Do you want to continue?"
"No need!" Tan Mingjun stood up with difficulty, then turned around and walked off the ring.
For him, it no longer makes any sense to compete with Mu Wanling.
"Mingjun, how are you?" Ouyang Shiqi hurried forward to greet him.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Tan Mingjun waved his hand.
Passing by Ling Hao, he bowed slightly and said, "King Xi, I made you laugh!"
"Take this pill. It will help your injury!" Ling Hao took the pill from Xuan Pang and handed it over.
"Thank you!" Tan Mingjun took the elixir and drank it.
"Master Tan, please go back to your seat and rest first. I will avenge you later!" the judge who had just returned to his seat said.
"Thank you!" Tan Mingjun nodded and followed Ouyang Shiqi to his seat.
The arena match continues.
Because Tan Mingjun gave up the duel with Mu Wanling, it was up to Mu Wanling to choose whether to challenge the short-haired man.
However, Mu Wanling also chose to abstain. She could feel that she was no match for the short-haired man.
Two minutes later, the judge and the short-haired man stood on the No. 1 ring.
