C535 A Battle of Wits and Courage
C535 A Battle of Wits and Courage
Everyone felt the demonic Qi rush to the sky. The body of the Demon Emperor of the Shadow Devil swelled rapidly. He had actually self-destructed while holding Zhen Yutang in his arms!
Boom!
With a world-shaking sound, the ground appeared several meters deep. It was a huge pit that was over thirty feet in diameter. One of the Shadow Devil's arms flew into the air and landed three hundred feet away. However, Zhen Yutang was blasted into pieces. Not even a Nascent Infant could escape.
This happened suddenly. No one had expected that the dignified Demon Emperor would self-detonate. Both sides were dead. How would the outcome of this battle be determined?
Mo Qiuhui frowned. There were only a few Homo Clans in the Homo Clan, but there were hundreds of Devil Emperors in the Devil Clan. Even in this battle, the Homo Clan had lost a notch.
Now, the Homo Clan had won two matches, one was a draw. The Devil Clan had won one match, and the other was a draw. If the Devil Clan won the next match, wouldn't it be a draw?
How should this be considered a draw?
Mo Qiuhui said in a clear voice. "Chief Grew, since both of our competitors are dead," he said. So how about this draw? "
Grew laughed and stood up. "No! The Devil Clan won!"
"You won? Both of you are dead. It's just that the Demon Emperor of the Devil Clan is only left with a complete arm. How can you say that you've won?" Mo Qiuhui said with dissatisfaction.
Hahaha, your Homo Clan is too ignorant and ignorant. Please take a look! " Grew pointed at the broken arm of the Shadow Devil. The arm moved and then stood up with a bang. Then, it twisted and became bigger. A perfectly intact Shadow Devil appeared, but its Qi was weak. It had been reduced from a Devil Emperor to a Devil General, and its Yuan Qi was severely damaged.
With this, the Homo Clan had nothing to say. The other party was still alive, and the other party was dead. Didn't that mean that the Devil Clan had won?
Then, the final battle was of utmost importance!
Song Jingtao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. He was endlessly afraid in his heart. Just now, he had regretted not fighting in front of Zhen Yutang. Now, it seemed like he would die even if he went up. The Devil Clan was too ruthless!
But could he win against the powerful Blood Devil Emperor?
Whether it was Mo Qiuhui or the people in Titan City, they were all nervous. An invisible pressure pressed down on Songjing Tao. Songjing Tao felt that his legs could no longer walk. If he won, he would be a great contributor to the Homo Clan. If he lost, losing his life was secondary. The key was to become a sinner. Being pointed at by thousands of people!
Although Song Jingtao was from Kuxing Continent, he was a scholarly cultivator. What he valued the most was his reputation. If the Homo Clan was defeated because of him, then his descendants wouldn't be able to raise their heads!
"Alliance Master! ..." Song Jingtao looked at Mo Qiuhui with difficulty. He did not know what to say. His eyes suddenly shone with determination. He said, "Alliance Master, don't worry. I will win even if I have to risk my life. At the very least, it will be a draw!"
Mo Qiuhui patted Song Jingtao's shoulder with praise. "Good! As expected of the number one scholar!"
However, Feng Yimo thought of another question and said, "Senior Song's idea is good. I admire it. But if the Devil Clan uses the same trick again and only has one leg and one arm left, won't it still fail? Unless Senior Song is confident that he can completely eliminate him!"
"This..." Song Jingtao was in a difficult situation. Even the Alliance Master did not have 100% confidence.
Mo Qiuhui looked at Feng Yimo and asked, "Do you have a good idea?"
Feng Yimo did not answer Mo Qiuhui's question. Instead, he took a step forward and said to Grew in the distance, "Chief Grew, I want another contestant for this last match."
Grew heard Feng Yimo say this and had a bad feeling in his heart. He said, "Change your opponent? Change who?"
"Of course it's me!" Feng Yimo replied.
"No! Absolutely not!" It was as if Grew's tail had been stepped on. If Feng Yimo were to fight, he would lose the last match. "How can one person fight twice? No way!"
Feng Yimo laughed and said, "Yesterday, we only agreed that five representatives would hold five matches. We did not say that one person could not fight twice. I am willing to fight a second time, and so can your Devil Clan!"
Mo Qiuhui understood what Feng Yimo meant. He secretly gave a thumbs up. Although this action was a bit unreasonable, for the Homo Clan, there was no need to be so petty.
"No! Feng Yimo, if you appear in the last battle, then today's competition will be invalid. Even if the Devil Clan doesn't have a single one left, we will annihilate all of the Homo Clan. " There are only two choices now. Either send someone out to fight or wait for the wrath of our Devil Clan's army! " Grew roared without backing down.
Mo Qiuhui's heart was hanging by a thread. The purpose of this competition was to end the war. If he lost, he could at least preserve the human fire, so that he could rise again.
"Feng Yimo, don't expect the Devil Clan to agree to your challenge. They are very afraid of you now." Mo Qiuhui said.
"Yes, Brother Feng. Thank you for your kindness. I think it's better for me to fight." Song Jingtao said gratefully.
Who would have thought that Feng Yimo would shake his head and say, "Alright, then I will send someone to fight. Junior brother, come out."
As soon as Feng Yimo's voice faded, a young cultivator flew out of the city and landed beside Feng Yimo.
Hua!
All the cultivators in the city were stunned. How could he be a Second Layer of the Nascent Infant warrior? Wasn't this a joke?
At this moment, even Mo Qiuhui revealed a look of dissatisfaction on his face. This junior of his was too arrogant. Isn't it child's play to let someone else join the battle without his permission?
However, Grew had a serious expression on his face as he shouted, "No, you guys can't be replaced!" He had seen two Feng Yimo before, so he suspected that the young cultivator in front of him was a fake Feng Yimo.
"Patriarch Grew, you said that you wouldn't let me participate in the battle, but I have already promised you. Why do you also oppose the people you sent? In the fifth battle, as long as I didn't participate in the battle, I wouldn't violate the rules. Could it be that you all are afraid of a Second Layer of the Nascent Infant warrior? " How about it? If the dignified Demon Emperor is afraid, kneel down and kowtow to this junior brother of mine and shout 'I'm a coward' three times. Perhaps junior brother can spare your life! " The last sentence was directed at Blood Devil Emperor.
The Demon Emperor was angered by Feng Yimo's words. He raised his head and roared loudly. Patriarch, if I can't even deal with a Second Layer of the Nascent Infant warrior, I'll have to die to atone for my crimes. Patriarch, please allow me to do so!"
Upon hearing Feng Yimo's words, Grew began to suspect that this man was Feng Yimo. He shouted, "How dare you! Without the orders of the patriarch, no one is allowed to move! Feng Yimo, you can't simply change the chosen one. Otherwise, the chief will withdraw his troops and come back one day!"
Feng Yimo sneered and said, "I came late. I wonder if there was a list of participants before the war?"
This... "Grew was speechless. He hated the cunning of the Homo Clan. Before the war, they did not even mention who was participating in the war. They just started the war.
"No way. Since they didn't, it would be excessive to send anyone. Furthermore, we will adjust the participants according to the situation. It is understandable. Furthermore, we have clearly pointed out that your side can do the same. Why? Is this not enough?" Feng Yimo's tone became serious after he finished speaking. "Patriarch Grew, could it be that you have forgotten all the things you have said before because you have too many people?"