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Seeing the four fighters on both sides fall, many people present let out a breath as if a weight had been lifted from their shoulders.
Judging by the situation, they were all done for in this provincial tournament. Even if they recovered from their injuries under the most ideal circumstances, at most they would only make it in time for the last few matches.
That much could be seen from the varied expressions on the faces of those Soul Douluo.
Lian Changzhi relaxed completely; Yue Qiansong felt as if his lungs ached; while Yue Lexing remained expressionless, like a cold, stern statue.
Yue Pan and Yue Que's Martial Soul Fusion Skill might not matter as much to other teams, but in the fifteenth round, Yue Si Team would be facing Canghui.
Without Yue Pan and Yue Que, the team's strength would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.
The match was still raging on, and had quietly entered its later stage.
At this moment, another small climax erupted on the field, with all attention focused on Yang Yanyu and Su Ningxia.
During their high-speed clash, Su Ningxia used Type Seven [Obscure] to create a clone and confuse Yang Yanyu, then flashed in with a slash.
A cut opened on Yang Yanyu's left ribs under Su Ningxia's Willow Leaf Straight Blade, blood gurgling out, while Yang Yanyu thrust his spear into Su Ningxia's right arm, the one holding the blade.
In an instant, two lines of blood sprayed out. Yang Yanyu's sword-like brows shot up, and he retreated half a step.
Su Ningxia's Willow Leaf Straight Blade was lodged between Yang Yanyu's ribs, making a grating sound that set teeth on edge.
Meanwhile, the spear in Yang Yanyu's hand had pierced straight through her right arm, forcing her to