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"What kind of approach is this Wang Bing taking? He just brute-force it like that?"

Zhang Chulan and the others in the stands were completely dumbfounded.

"Miss Feng... is the method of summoning spirits and commanding generals really that unorthodox? Won't eating like this... cause any side effects?" Zhang Chulan asked Feng Shayan again.

"Shut up!" Feng Shayan told Zhang Chulan to shut up without any politeness.

She couldn't even master the art of summoning spirits, so how would she know it had such a use... Besides, she had no time to explain anything to Zhang Chulan...

Zhou Fengliu silently watched the match for a long time. He stroked his chin, thinking that Feng Xingtong hadn't listened to a word he said.

Eh...

This unlucky kid.

Zhou Fengliu shook his head.

Just as he was shaking his head, Feng Xingtong in the arena was being driven to the brink of death, while the two Deng brothers in the stands were extremely anxious, like ants on a hot pan.

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"Grandpa Wang Zizhong! I'm counting on you!" Feng Xingtong summoned a spirit to help him forcibly activate the flow of Qi within his body. Then, he overexerted himself to forcefully unleash his power and snatched the snake spirit from the demon, throwing it towards the Deng brothers.

"Ju Ling! Release!"

Feng Xingtong, bleeding from all seven orifices and at his last gasp, released the restraints binding the snake immortal and shouted at the Deng brothers:

"Go! Take Grandpa Liu away quickly! Don't look back!"

The Deng brothers gave Feng Xingtong a grateful look, then, as if carrying a train and running away, they left the competition venue with Grandpa Liu without looking back.

Seeing the snake fairy run far away, Feng Xingtong finally felt relieved and prepared to surrender. Unfortunately, before he could even utter the words of surrender, he was knocked to the ground by Wang Yong's fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

This punch knocked the weakened Feng Xingtong to the ground.

"Damn it...you ruined my plans, didn't you?! Since you made me miss out on such a great tonic, then make it up to me with something else!"

Wang Bing was also very angry. He glanced at Feng Xingtong and suddenly remembered the spirit that Feng Xingtong had just summoned. He then waved his hand, intending to pull the spirit off Feng Xingtong.

In less than a second, the old man Prince Zhong, who was shrouded in black, was captured by him.

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Seeing Wang Zizhong being dragged out by Wang Bing, Feng Shayan in the stands couldn't sit still any longer. She actually wanted to jump down from the stands to stop Wang Bing.

"Miss Feng...Are you crazy?" Although Zhang Chulan was also uncomfortable seeing Feng Xingtong's disheveled appearance, he knew that if outsiders interfered in the competition, they would definitely be punished by the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

“I can’t worry about that…you don’t understand what Grandpa Zizhong means to him…” Feng Shayan gritted her teeth.

For Feng Xingtong, Prince Zhong was the elder he respected most. He had accompanied him since childhood and doted on him like his own grandson. Before his death, Prince Zhong even took the initiative to become his first spirit.

If Old Master Wang Zizhong were to be swallowed up by Wang Bing, it would be unacceptable to Feng Xingtong, utterly unacceptable!

Thinking of this, Feng Shayan, the older sister, jumped off the stands. She was stopped by the referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion as soon as she landed.

"Don't you understand the rules? This competition... is not for your interference." The Tianshi Mansion disciple said with a dark face.

“You…” Feng Shayan knew she couldn’t force her way through the Celestial Master’s Mansion’s referee, so she could only shout at Feng Xingtong:

"Feng Xingtong, admit defeat! Admit defeat now!"

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"Grandpa Zizhong".

At this moment, Feng Xingtong was stunned by everything that was about to happen. He even forgot about admitting defeat for a moment, and watched helplessly as his most respected elder was reduced to being talked about by a shameless person like Wang Bing.

pain...

It hurts so much...

This pain is not just physical, but also emotional...

call--

Just as Feng Xingtong was about to stand up and fight to the death to stop Wang Bing, a gust of wind appeared as if it had a life of its own, sweeping across the entire competition venue and making it impossible for the spectators in the stands to open their eyes.

Meanwhile, Wang Bing, who was on the field, felt a sense of crisis and was forced to put down his Pokémon and retreat dozens of steps to dissipate the force before he could regain his footing.

"Grandpa Zizhong..."

Taking this opportunity, Feng Xingtong hurriedly retrieved Prince Zhong. Perhaps retrieving Prince Zhong brought him to his senses, and seeing him bleeding from all seven orifices, he spoke to the referee:

"I surrender."

"Wang Bing wins this match!" Only after Feng Xingtong conceded defeat did the referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion announce the result.

"???"

At this moment, Wang Bing frowned and scanned the surroundings.

"Damn it! Who! Who ruined my fun again! End it? How can the match end?! Someone is obviously sabotaging this!"

Wang Bing said that the wind just now was not a natural wind at all; it was clearly someone causing trouble!

A gust of wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it was quite strong; it almost blew him away!

"Disrupting the peace?" Upon hearing this, the referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion raised an eyebrow:

"Who's causing trouble? If you say it's her, I've already stopped her..."

The referee from the Celestial Master's Mansion said that his eyes are like a ruler, and he can see at a glance whether someone interferes with the game!

Although that gust of wind was indeed a bit eerie, there was no sign of anyone making a move, and it wouldn't affect the outcome of the match.

"Holy crap... Is this some kind of rigged competition? They're totally favoring him? That's not fair! I demand a rematch!"

Wang stated that despite winning, he wants a rematch.

Prince Zhong is determined to have his way with us today! Even Jesus can't stop him!

"Oh? A conspiracy?" Upon hearing this, the referee from the Heavenly Master's Mansion turned serious and looked at Wang Bing.

"Are you questioning my fairness? Or... young brother, haven't you had enough? If you're really not satisfied, how about I have a go at you?"

As he spoke, his left hand emitted a golden light...

Seeing that golden light appear, even if Wang Bing was in a frenzy, he wouldn't choose to challenge the referee of the Celestial Master's Mansion alone.

"Hmph... What are you so arrogant about? Don't you know my great-grandfather is the Tenth Elder, Wang Ai?!"

Seeing this, Wang Bing could only resort to verbal attacks.

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P.S.: It's the last day of 2024! Dear godfathers! I'm hungry, time for food!

Chapter 74 Zhuge Qing, Have You Ever Been Defeated? (First Update)

"Wow, the wind was so strong... I almost got blown away."

"Who says otherwise? The weather forecast said there would be no wind today... how come the wind suddenly picked up just now?"

"Goodness...you actually believe the weather forecast?"

The spectators in the stands were also puzzled by the gust of wind that had just appeared, but they didn't think much of it.

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Zhang Chulan, who was also in the stands, raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw Wang Bing being forced back by the gust of wind. He then looked at Zhou Fengliu, who was looking at him.

The wind that appeared out of nowhere just now was definitely not a coincidence...

At this moment, the only one present who can control the wind and force Wang Bing to retreat is probably Zhou Fengliu, right in front of us?

Zhang Chulan recalled the scene from yesterday when Zhou Fengliu took him away from Lü Ci and Wang Ai.

It's also the wind...

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"It's so cool right now." Just as Zhang Chulan was pondering, Feng Baobao, with her hands in her pockets, spoke up, then turned to Zhou Fengliu beside her:

"Don't you think so, Xiao Zhou..."

"Hmm...it's quite cool." Zhou Fengliu nodded. "Time to go..."

"Brother Liu...is that you?" Zhang Chulan asked, hurrying to catch up with Zhou Fengliu as he was about to leave.

"What is not me?"

Just now...

"What happened just now? It was just a little wind."

Zhou Fengliu interrupted Zhang Chulan's question. He glanced at Feng Xingtong being carried away below, and then slowly walked out of the competition venue.

Ok.

That three thousand yuan doesn't need to be returned to that unfortunate child.

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After a moment.