"Hey, did you see what just happened clearly?" A man dressed in coarse clothes poked his companion next to him.
"No, I didn't see anything," his companion rubbed his eyes and looked back at the arena.
Quan Qiuxue had turned into two masses of blood, lying in a pool of blood.
"It seemed like she just fell with a swoosh."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that!"
The spectators, who had regained their senses, suddenly looked at each other in disbelief.
This Quan Qiuxue had outstanding strength and superb swordsmanship, and she was known for being fierce. About half of the people in the audience had been bullied by her, earning her the nickname "Evil Quan."
Therefore, her death left everyone surprised. They initially sighed in relief, but the relief quickly turned into shock. After all, she was from their Tian Shi Ling!
Pa!
Master Zi Zhang glared and sternly shouted, "Hey! This ruthless villain dared to take someone's life! Lord Lei..."
"Master Xu has already spoken, and Loran Ling wins," Lord Lei interrupted, raising his hands calmly.
"But..."
"Old Li, stop talking," Master Xu Mu Zhi shook his head.
"People only used one move, and Quan Qiuxue's death can only be attributed to her inferior skills. Please mourn her."
As notaries, Master Xu Mu Zhi and his group seldom directly intervened in battles. In cases like this, where a single move claimed a life, it was challenging for them to prevent it.
"But I suspect they exaggerated their strength! How could a rural old man possibly possess such powerful swordsmanship? He is either someone else in disguise or..."
"I said, shut up! Didn't you understand?" Master Xu Mu Zhi's eyes suddenly glared, and two golden lights shot out, giving him a majestic and divine appearance.
"Do you think anyone in this world can impersonate under my true eyes? Are you taking me for a fool? As for his abilities, it's none of your business!"
Seeing the shocked look on Master Zi Zhang's face, Night San Geng suddenly felt a lot more favorable towards Master Xu.
Well, it seemed that there were sensible people in the moaning church.
Pah, pah, pah!
"Master Xu, please calm down. My subordinate is ignorant, causing you embarrassment," Lord Tian Shi Ling suddenly stood up and bowed towards the notary's seat.
"Ou Yuan, why don't you apologize?"
"I'm sorry, Lord Notary, the little one was reckless," Master Zi Zhang shivered, lowering his head and apologizing.
"Let it be. Quickly clean up the corpse and prepare for the next match."
Master Xu Mu Zhi waved his hand. "Also, I hope everyone can restrain themselves a bit in the upcoming matches. Don't start with lethal moves immediately, understand?"
"Yes, my lord!" Both Master Weng Ling and Master Zi Zhang nodded in agreement.
Due to the accident involving a loss of life, the break time was extended by five minutes to clean the arena.
After all, Lao Gu's attack was not a horizontal cut but a vertical split, causing Quan Qiuxue's internal organs to splatter everywhere.
"Master Gu, aren't you a druid? How..."
Weng Ling supported the hunched-over Lao Gu and asked, realizing that Lao Gu had never spoken.
"Is there any rule that druids cannot practice swordsmanship?" Night San Geng approached, explaining.
"When people reach old age, they always find some hobbies to pass the time. Singing, dancing, gardening, and the like. Lao Gu occasionally indulges in swordplay for self-entertainment, which is quite normal."
"But..."
Weng Ling recalled the scene where she vehemently opposed sending Lao Gu into the field earlier, and her face turned red as she stopped talking.
She had no idea if she could block Lao Gu's sword. It turned out that she dared to question someone else?
Alright, Lao Gu's hobby in his old age defeated her. Master Gu was truly a Master.
"But it seems that Lao Gu won't be able to participate in the next round. You get ready," Night San Geng thought for a moment and said to Weng Ling.
Weng Ling's eyes lit up, and she lifted her hammer, warming up in place.
Meanwhile, Night San Geng glanced at Lao Gu, who was standing still, and then scratched his head, looking at the soul energy drifting towards him.
"Weird, isn't the Moon Sword Chop only able to make horizontal cuts? Why did Lao Gu suddenly play a new trick?"
The workers quickly completed their cleaning tasks, and Weng Ling timely expressed her desire to forfeit. The fifth match would be between her and the opponent's Master Zi Zhang.
"It's him?" Night San Geng suddenly felt something was amiss when he saw that Master Zi Zhang was the one stepping onto the stage.
He was the opponent's strongest person, so why was he appearing now?
Did they want to fight 1 vs. 2?
"Be careful, and if things don't go well, surrender, you hear?" Night San Geng reminded.
The response he got was a roll of Weng Ling's eyes.
"Rest assured, I've added some ingredients to your little lover. I guarantee it'll be potent!" Bei De put on her gloves, smiling mischievously.
Night San Geng turned to her with a stern look. "Are you trying not to speak again?"
Bei De quickly covered her mouth with both hands, giving him an innocent look.
"Alright, put away your acting skills. But will those creature stimulants have any side effects?"
"Rest assured, she might feel a bit tired afterwards, but if you want something more potent, I can't guarantee what the consequences might be."
"Then let's skip that!"
Night San Geng shook his head and turned to look at the arena.
"Lord Ling, it's another encounter." Master Zi Zhang Ao Yuan arched his hand, facing Weng Ling.
"It was an accident just now; please don't take it to heart. Mourn her."
Weng Ling returned the gesture, but her comforting words sounded harsh in Ao Yuan's ears.
Accident? You actually called it an accident?
What kind of accident can cleave a person in half with one sword? How about I show you what a real accident is?
"Humph! Let's see your true skills!" Ao Yuan nodded towards Xu Mu Zhi, indicating that he was ready.
"So, the fifth match is now..."
"Begin!"
As soon as the word fell, Weng Ling bent down and rushed towards Ao Yuan.
He was a wind elementalist, and although she appeared as a semi-professional sacred practitioner, in reality, she leaned more towards being a warrior. So, closing the distance quickly was a top priority.
Otherwise, if the opponent had enough time to cast a large-scale spell, she would have no chance.
"Humph! Too slow! Let me show you what speed means!"
Ao Yuan sneered coldly, and a faint whirlwind lingered under his feet.
Swift Art!
And it was instant!
"Hmm?"
Night San Geng frowned at the sight.
Swift Art was not an instant spell. This meant that the staff he was using definitely had something peculiar about it!
Another pay-to-win player?
Night San Geng turned his
head to look at Sha Wen Cheng, who was covering his neck and pretending to be cool, feeling somewhat worried.