Strongest War Chant

0"Wait, I have an objection!" Number 57 stood up unnaturally. In fact, he wasn't seriously injured. His fight with Wu Shuang only lasted for an instant and was awarded defeat. How could he be convinced?    4

    

After all, his opponent was just trash. Losing to trash was definitely an accident, a huge accident.    

    

"Go ahead." The referee looked at number 57.    

    

The latter rolled her eyes and said, "Lord Judgement, yellow and green duels aren't open brawls, how can you use your fists and feet to determine victory or defeat? Number 133 obviously didn't play the war song, he only sneaked an attack on me, why did he give me a victory or defeat?"    

    

"There's no reason why. Firstly, there are no rules prohibiting punching and kicking. Secondly, if I didn't stop you just now, you would be a dead man now."    

    

After the referee finished speaking, he ignored Number 57 and waved his hand at him and Wu Shuang, leaving a yellow and green mark on each of their bodies.    

    

Wu Shuang won, and judging from the referee's words, he was pretty strong. Could it be that before, he was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, so he wanted to fight back and win everyone's eyes?    

    

Everyone gradually believed this conclusion, especially when they realized that there were indeed some big shots who started to pay attention to Wu Shuang. Some people even secretly cursed themselves, 'Why didn't I think of this method?'    

    

However, Wu Shuang's victory might have been unexpected, but it was only a flash in the pan. Very soon, everyone's attention was focused on the battle that was to follow.    

    

After the sixth round of martial arts battles, Wang Miaoyan won the sixth round, which was a cyan color. And Wu Shuang, who was an unlucky guy, performed another miracle. He defeated his opponent in two punches.    

    

"This Number 133 is truly amazing. This time, his opponent is not weak either. He is green and yellow, but he was still unable to withstand his explosive strike. With his physical strength, I wouldn't be surprised even if he were to rip apart a demon spirit with his bare hands."    

    

"Haha, don't joke around. Manpower is limited after all. Don't just look at his posturing. When he meets a true expert, he will definitely be out of work."    

    

In both battles, Number 133 had easily won, making him the hottest topic once again. Even Wang Miaoyan had started to secretly pay attention to him. Even though her appearance couldn't be seen, he always gave her a sense of familiarity.    

    

After the eighth round of battles, there were still twenty-three people left. One of them was empty, while the remaining twenty-two would fight in pairs.    

    

This time, Wang Miaoyan encountered a very thorny opponent. Not only was she very experienced, but his ice battle song had also caused her to be extremely restrained.    

    

As soon as the match began, Wang Miaoyan was beaten by the opponent, who had precise control of her body, adding a touch of yellow to her body.    

    

"Victory - 71, defeat - 187."    

    

Following the judge's announcement, Wang Miaoyan shattered the ice dregs on her body and walked down the stage. Her gaze swept across Number 133, who was about to ascend the stage.    

    

Furthermore, from the fifth battle onwards, he had not used any Battle Songs. Relying solely on his physical strength, he had placed three opponents with extraordinary strength. This made him even more curious as to whether his good luck would continue to last until the end.    

    

"Look, look! Number 133 is going up on stage again. His opponent is Miss Zhuo."    

    

"Ha, then he's definitely going to lose this time. Miss Zhuo's war song is over. If he doesn't play the war song now, he probably won't even have the chance to fight."    

    

"I really hope he can endure a little beating. Didn't he see how he would beat up Miss Zhuo? I think she and Wang Miaoyan still have a battle ahead of them."    

    

Although Wu Shuang's fighting strength was quite good, he was not a battle song. His existence was like a fleeting flower in the eyes of some people. Perhaps it was arranged by the family to be a stepping stone for the seeded contestants.    

    

Even so, his battle still attracted the attention of most people, especially those who had lost long ago. Five streaks of yellow dyed their bodies, dividing them into yellow dirt in the middle of the battle.    

    

Wang Zhuo arrogantly stepped onto the stage and looked at the "jumping clown" in front of him with contempt. Wang Zhuo arrogantly stepped onto the stage and looked at the "jumping clown" in front of him with disdain.    

    

"Both sides, get ready." The referee looked at the two. Wu Shuang still hadn't played the war song, but Wang Zhuo let out a cold snort. His body was surrounded by a faint aura and wrapped in a cyan melody.    

    

"At most three seconds, I want you to kneel and beg for forgiveness." Wang Zhuo said those fierce words and looked at Wang Miaoyan provocatively, as if he was saying those words to her.    

    

"Begin!" After the referee finished speaking, he took a step back. Wang Zhuo tapped the ground with his toes, and then disappeared from the arena.    

    

"S-it disappeared. Where did Miss Zhuo go?"    

    

"Stupid, just watch. Miss Zhuo's speed has reached its peak. Look, Number 133 is about to be defeated."    

    

As soon as the crowd started commenting, they saw Wu Shuang throw out a punch. The strength of the punch didn't seem to be too strong, nor did it have any effect of breaking the wind, fire or ice.    

    

However, the next moment, a figure fell off the stage with a loud thud, rolling for a long time without being able to get up.    

    

Everyone gasped. Their eyes were on the kneeling Wang Zhuo, who was coughing in pain, and Wu Shuang, who seemed as if nothing had happened on the stage. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.    

    

While he was surprised by Wu Shuang's perfect counterattack, he couldn't help but scold him for being a fool. No matter how strong you are, no matter how much you want to show off, you can't do anything to the Great Elder's granddaughter.    

    

Sure enough, after Wang Zhuo fell off the stage, an old man with a face full of white hair was sitting in the VIP seats. He was like a cannonball, and the moment his legs hit the ground, cracks spread out from under his feet.    

    

"Zhuo'er, how are you?"    

    

The old man rushed in front of Wang Zhuo and helped her up. Seeing that she was fine, he was relieved and then he glared at Wu Shuang: "You bastard, take off your mask, I want to see what you are?"    

    

"First Elder, it's just a superficial wound on Miss Zhuo. There's no need to get angry, the fight is still going on. Please return to your seat." The giant spoke.    

    

The Elders Guild held an important position in the Wang Family and the Great Elder was an expert amongst them. However, in front of the Cyan and Yellow Duo, even the Patriarch would have to stand aside.    

    

"Hmph, Zhuo'er, let's go over there and rest. It won't be until the last moment, when the time comes, the champion will definitely be us." The Great Elder supported his granddaughter to the side to treat her injuries.    

    

Wu Shuang also walked down the stage with the fourth cyan light.    

    

As the green and yellow duels continued, even the brave and battle-loving seeded contestants wore three green robes, and it was not uncommon to see four of them, like Wu Shuang.    

    

Out of hundreds of martial artists, there were only five left. Who would be the true king?    

    

After a short period of rest, the five of them stood before the arena in high spirits. They were: Number 12, Number 23, Number 77, Number 133, and Number 185.    

    

Only one person could obtain the final victory, and he would also receive the resources from the Wang Family, and perhaps even enter the core circle of the Wang Family.