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Before Feng Shiniang could finish speaking, the silver lotus flower formed from sword energy suddenly bloomed!

She used a deadly move the moment she made it!

The silver sword light, like a meteor shower, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, shot wildly towards Chu Yang.

Wherever the sword's light passed, the air seemed to be sliced ​​into countless fragments, and the arena floor was instantly plowed with dense, deep grooves, with stone chips flying everywhere.

In contrast, Chu Yang's tattered white shirt fluttered in the strong wind, but he seemed to be terrified and didn't move at all, as if he was trying to use his almost defenseless body to withstand this earth-shattering blow.

In the stands, everyone gasped in shock.

"That was incredible! That sword strike was a stroke of genius!"

"9527 is finished! It absolutely cannot hold on!"

"You are mighty, fairy! You are the perfect choice for the Eastern Sea's Secret Investigator!"

A hint of smugness flashed in Chu Song's eyes, while Watanabe Chinatsu frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

On the judging panel, Qian Shunkai and the other two wore satisfied smiles.

"Feng Shiniang's strength is indeed well-deserved!"

"Chu Yang is doomed this time! He has absolutely no chance!"

The terrifying strength that Feng Shiniang displayed was something that even the three of them admired.

Two old men in the corner of the stands gasped in shock.

"Damn it! Who the hell hired so many top-tier martial arts masters? I'll have this place razed to the ground right now!"

Before Xiao Zhantian's roar had even subsided, a sudden change occurred on the arena.

The sword energy, rushing like a meteor shower, was only inches away from Chu Yang when it suddenly transformed into a shower of flowers, its momentum vanishing instantly as if it had never existed.

Everyone expected to see an extremely bloody scene of dismemberment, but they were met with nothing.

"What... is going on?"

"Why did those sword energies suddenly deflate?"

"I don't know either. Could it be that the fairy took pity on me?"

Suddenly, opinions were divided.

Qian Shunkai jumped up in anger: "Number One Earth Rank, why are you playing passively?"

He knew very well that among the three people who were replaced during the assessment, Feng Shiniang and Guo Zhenyue both wanted to kill Chu Yang.

But what is this now?

Given Chu Yang's condition just now, the protective aura he had condensed throughout his body could probably be easily broken by any Dark Force martial artist.

Everyone was puzzled, and Feng Shiniang herself was so embarrassed that she almost dug her toes out of the villa.

That man just left her with a message: she can decide for herself.

She was completely bewildered.

She didn't even watch Guo Zhenyue when he came on stage.

A clown dares to provoke "King Yama"? Isn't that just like an old man hanging himself, tired of living?

Based on her years of experience in the martial arts world, she basically analyzed Chu Yang's current situation.

Ultimately, she formulated a plan based on her own understanding.

What do men want?

Isn't it just about saving face?

I've given him face and dignity today, so he shouldn't make things difficult for me anymore, right?

So she decided to unleash a seemingly magnificent and gorgeous move with all her might, waiting for Chu Yang to effortlessly and skillfully deflect it.

Then she surrendered and admitted defeat.

That makes everything reasonable, and she doesn't need to return the 1.5 billion.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yang neither dodged nor avoided, and only condensed a thin layer of protective qi around his body.

Left with no other choice, she had to risk being attacked back and dissipate all her offensive efforts.

The backlash from the reversed flow of qi and blood caused her delicate body to tremble, and blood spilled from the corner of her lips, making everyone present feel extremely distressed.

Xiao Zhantian was completely dumbfounded. "Wait, what's going on? That woman can also vomit blood?"

Hua Chengguang was even more bewildered. "No...no! This woman's blood is flowing in reverse; she's really vomiting blood. But...why?"

The two old men suddenly had the same thought, looked at each other, and almost simultaneously uttered, "Damn! This kid's hooked up with another stunning beauty?"

Not far away, Chinatsu Watanabe smiled slightly, "Is this what you meant by putting eggs in two baskets?"

Chu Song didn't understand either. He waved his hand and said, "Feng Shiniang likes to show off. Maybe... she felt that the way she won just now wasn't high-profile enough. Let's keep watching the show!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Shiniang on the stage cried out "Ah!" and covered her prominent chest with her right hand, seemingly unsteady on her feet.

With a "thump," she seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and knelt on one knee on the ground, her delicate body limp and powerless.

"What martial arts technique did you just use? How could you so easily neutralize my life's most powerful skill?"

She rose gracefully, bowed deeply, her wide sleeves fluttering like red clouds rolling in the waves, her toes lightly touching the cracks in the arena, her figure swooping back like a startled swan returning to heaven.

A clear, crisp voice broke the deathly silence: "This humble servant... has witnessed your exceptional skills and is utterly convinced! May our friendship endure as long as the mountains and rivers flow on, and may I take my leave now!"

The red figure spun around, flicked her sleeve, and vanished in a flash of light.

Everyone felt they hadn't seen enough, and even forgot that this was a bloody and brutal assessment.

Chu Song's face turned ashen, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Feng Shiniang! You shameless woman!"

Chinatsu Watanabe shook her head with a wry smile: "What's the point of scolding her? Do you still have any 'eggs' left that haven't been broken?"

Chu Song turned to the burly, middle-aged man wearing a Shura mask: "Thank you for your trouble!"

The two old men not far away were also confused, but they couldn't hide their excitement.

"Haha, only one young man is left. It seems my grandson-in-law's position as the undercover agent is secure this time."

"I told you long ago, I'd definitely make a good grandson-in-law! See, I was right, wasn't I?"

At this moment, Chu Yang beckoned to Ai Qiandao below the stage: "Your turn!"

Ai Qiandao was also completely bewildered.

He could tell that it was the Earth-level Number One who had just dispersed the sword energy despite the backlash.

But why is that?

Could Chu Yang's strength really be enough to crush a Grandmaster at the pinnacle?

He now increasingly felt that Chu Yang was a very interesting person, and that he probably had many secrets hidden within him.

His tone was fearless, but rather tinged with a hint of wistfulness:

"Hehe, okay! I'll play with you!"

He straightened his suit and was about to get up when he heard a thunderous voice coming from the stands.

"Wait a minute!"

The burly man took out an assessment token.

"I'm a substitute, number one in yellow. I'm requesting to participate in the assessment!"

Like many competitive sports, the assessment of the Secret Investigators also has a list of substitutes.

If a participant in the assessment experiences a sudden change in circumstances, a substitute can step in to take their place after obtaining approval from the reviewers.

This unexpected turn of events brought silence to the room.

Qian Shunkai, who had been lost in deep confusion, suddenly slapped his thigh and remembered that there was such a person.

"Before the battle even began, Earth No. 1 withdrew from the fight, so 9527 did not score. Now, it is approved that Yellow No. 1 will take his place and challenge the champion."

Before he could finish speaking, something flew towards him, and he caught it in his hand.

"A trivial matter..."

Before he could finish speaking, he gagged a few times.

Only then did he realize that what he was holding in his hand was a black size 43 cloth shoe. The insole was sticky, and a pungent smell of stinky feet made his head spin.

"Who! Who is it?"