C485 Victor Generation
C485 Victor Generation
The latter was very powerful and troublesome to deal with, but her cultivation was still too low. As long as they all rushed forward, she could easily get rid of these two obstacles. As for who the champion would be, it would only happen between them.
Wang Zhuo's group of three tacitly exchanged glances. Their identities weren't considered secret and they all had very deep backgrounds in Wang Family. Only Wang Miaoyan and Number 133 had come from the side.
"Armadominus, please come onstage." Hearing the judge's shout, the five of them walked to the largest stage in the center of the hall. At the edge of the stage, there were four huge pillars carved with Warsong Arts Formation s, so as to ensure that the power of the competition would not leak out to the outside world.
Wu Shuang glanced at Wang Miaoyan who was standing in front of a pillar. She purposely chose the furthest distance to create an opportunity to attack by releasing 'Open Fire', while he chose the center of the arena, which could be said to be the target of everyone.
"What a fool, Number 133, don't tell me that you think you can beat everyone else? From his position, if I don't get killed first, I'll swallow three kilograms of feces."
"Kai-ge, get rid of number 133."
"Miss Zhuo, retaliate!"
Various shouts rose up and down, all cheering for the players they supported.
The five of them quickly reacted to the start of the judge's martial competition. Wu Shuang looked at the three seeded contestants who were charging towards him. The corner of his mouth lifted as he dragged them towards Wang Miaoyan.
"Stop him, don't let them meet." Number 12 shouted in a deep voice.
"You don't need to say that." Wang Zhuo humphed and rushed towards Wu Shuang like a gale.
The latter felt the approaching sound of wind breaking, but stopped and turned around to throw a punch towards him.
His strength was very strong. His muscles and tendons were beating the air until it exploded. However, Wang Zhuo was already prepared. He dodged and successfully arrived behind Wu Shuang.
"Beautiful." No.12 and No.77 immediately came up and surrounded Wu Shuang. All kinds of notes and melodies were spread out as a powerful attack was launched.
"Number 133 is definitely going to lose this time. Being able to make it this far can be considered his dog shit luck."
"Haha, it's the perfect solution. One day, all of my dog shit luck is gone. Now, all I can do is eat dog shit."
The loss of number 133 seemed to have become a foregone conclusion. The sounds of ridicule sounded out one after another. However, in the next instant, everyone was shocked speechless by the change in the arena.
Wu Shuang finally played a war song. As his hands danced, streams of frost began to roll up, like a butterfly in flower. It flashed between the three of them, leaving only three ice sculptures in the shape of a person covered in frost.
"What are you waiting for?" Wu Shuang stopped and turned around to look at Wang Miaoyan. The moment his voice came out, the latter's expression changed.
At first, it was hard to believe. Then, he pushed his hands forward. The fire that he had stored up for a long time started to radiate out one after another, completely engulfing Wu Shuang, Miss Zhuo, and the other two.
The sound of exploding flames and shattering ice rang out incessantly. The referee frowned as he looked at the four figures within the flames. His footsteps moved as he dashed forward.
Just as he rushed into the flames, a wave of oppressive heat assaulted his face. The referee's heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself, "This girl is very powerful."
However, his hand did not stop moving. As his hand flipped over, a series of melodies transformed into a fierce wind that tore apart the flames.
"The match is over." The referee stood in front of Wu Shuang and the other two and gave Wu Shuang a meaningful look before announcing, "Victory — 185, loser — 12, 23, 77, 133."
"No, I can't accept it. Y-you colluded with her, didn't you?" Miss Zhuo was so angry that her face turned purple. She pointed at Wu Shuang and asked.
"Brother, you clearly have the chance to win, why did you deliberately go easy on him?" Number 77 also asked in a deep voice.
Wu Shuang looked at them but did not say anything, and walked straight down the stage.
"Hey, you!" Miss Zhuo wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Number 12's hand.
"Sister Zhuo, a loss is a loss. However, I am actually very interested in this person. Just who is this number 133?" Number 12 signaled his subordinate, who immediately followed Wu Shuang.
Wang Miaoyan saw everything, and started to worry in her heart. Wu Shuang had charged into the Wang Family for her alone, and if he was not careful, he might encounter a calamity. After all, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't contend against the seven almighty beings in the Wang Family.
"Everyone." At this time, the giant man stepped onto the stage. He stood beside Wang Miaoyan like a small mountain and said, "This competition is over. The champion will be number 185 on my left. Number 185, please take off your mask."
Wang Miaoyan retracted her gaze and took a deep breath before taking off her mask. Her hair was moist and stuck to her forehead. A blush appeared on her pretty face. Even though it was warm, her heart was excited.
"What's your name and where are you from?" Seated in the VIP seats, the big boss of Wang Family asked.
Wang Miaoyan looked over and said neither humble nor arrogant: "My little girl Wang Miaoyan, came from Shangning City."
Wang Miaoyan, from today onwards, you will receive the full support of our Wang Family for a year. If you are unable to advance into the Profoundness Finding Stage Realm a year from now, then we will cut off all your support.
"Miaoyan understands." Wang Miaoyan nodded.
Seeing that, Wang Sha He who was seated on the seat snorted angrily and said to his son beside him: "Yuanfeng, this little bastard won the fight, I'm afraid that old dog Wang Yuanshan is even more arrogant."
"Father, what do you think we should do?" Wang Yuanfeng asked with a gloomy face, "Do you want to find an opportunity to kill this girl?"
"Silence." Wang Sha He swept his gaze left and right and whispered, "Don't say such words. This green and yellow battle, Sand Dust and the children of the Feng Family have all suffered losses. They definitely won't be able to take this lying down."
"Father's brilliant plan, your son is ashamed of himself." Wang Yuanfeng sneered, "Hmph, then let them bite you."
Wang Miaoyan's victory in the cyan and yellow duels far exceeded everyone's imagination. After hearing the words of the Wang Family major, the Wang Family people present were clearly split into two factions. One faction cheered loudly, and busied themselves with roping Wang Miaoyan, while the other faction looked on from the sidelines and viewed them with hostility.
Seeing so many people cheering for Wang Miaoyan, Wang Zhuo's face was livid. He stomped his feet in anger and left the stage angrily.
Number 12 and Number 77's expressions were stiff. They were both proud sons of heaven, but they were defeated by two side branches. Feeling humiliated, they left the arena dejectedly.
At this moment, the dust had settled. Following the departure of the big shots in the VIP seats, a few people who wanted to curry favor with Wang Miaoyan had rushed onto the stage. Those who had no place to set their feet on were all gathered below the stage, welcoming her with smiles on their faces.
Wang Miaoyan was upset, but fortunately, Wang Linghan and Xu Ziqing came over to protect him.
As a long-established expert, Wang Linghan still had a strong aura and everyone present had to give him some face. This was also the reason why he dared to bring his wife and daughter to the main house.
"Everyone, after this battle, my daughter is also a bit tired. If there's anything you need, we can talk about it another day." Wang Linghan stood arrogantly in front of his daughter, and his ice-cold aura made the surrounding people calm down.