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Huo Yuhao's screams continued.
But Long Zhanye's cold palm had completely disappeared into his vertical pupils.
He could feel that deep in the flesh and blood, there was a cold, hard, foreign object shaped like a short blade lying quietly.
Yes, that's it!
Long Zhanye didn't hesitate, clasped his fingers together and pulled hard!
"Pfft!"
A bloody arrow shot out from Huo Yuhao's forehead!
One handle emitted light green light, as if it were a short blade polished from the bones of some kind of creature.
Just like that, Long Zhanye was forcefully pulled out from the depths of his Eye of Destiny!
The blood instantly blurred Huo Yuhao's entire face.
His pupils suddenly dilated, his body stiffened suddenly, and then he let out one last weak moan and passed out completely.
His Eye of Destiny, the "eye" that communicates destiny and changes the world.
At this moment, there is only a black hole that is still bleeding.
Long Zhanye raised the short blade that was still dripping blood to his eyes.
Under the sunlight, he finally saw its entirety clearly.
The cold metal texture, the simple and sharp shape, and the vague aura of curse shrouded in it...
This is not Engraving Knife, what is it?!
"Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife..." Long Zhanye murmured to himself, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet.
On the field, there was only one Long Zhanye who was half-kneeling on the ground.
Three unconscious naked figures, as well as the lingering blood and smoke that filled the air Jiujiu.
Long Zhanye's body staggered suddenly, and he almost exhausted all his strength to lift his legs, which were frozen into two popsicles, from the ground.
The veins on his forehead popped out, and the Soul Power in his body was like a twilight old man, struggling to move step by step.
Trying desperately to force the chill that invaded the bone marrow out of the body bit by bit.
He knew that if he didn't restore his body temperature and restore the blood circulation in his legs as soon as possible, his legs... might really not be saved!
At this time, Xu Tianran finally had an expression on his face -
He nodded silently, his movements so small that they were almost unnoticeable.
But like a silent edict, the shackles that imprisoned Zheng Zhan were instantly released.
Zheng Zhan As if he had been granted amnesty, his tense body relaxed slightly and he took a deep breath.
Then he raised his right arm high and used all his strength, and his voice exploded over the field like rolling thunder:
"Sun Moon Team--Win!!!"
As soon as these words fell, the Soul Tool Barrier that enveloped the entire competition stage slowly dissipated in the buzzing sound.
The golden light curtain receded, exposing the extremely tragic scene on the field to tens of thousands of spectators without reservation.
Gun smoke, gravel, ice slag, blood stains, and the four figures lying or kneeling with scars...
The teachers, team members and remaining team members of the Tang Sect and Shrek could no longer care about their dignity. They rushed to the competition stage like crazy.
Wang Yan and Zhou Yi's faces were as pale as paper, and their lips were trembling.
They rushed to Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, and hurriedly checked the injuries of the three.
When they saw the black hole on Huo Yuhao's forehead that was still bleeding.
The two looked at each other and saw deep despair and fear in each other's eyes.
On the other side, the scene is completely different.
Researchers of the Mingde Hall, students of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy.
There are even many Sun Moon Empire ordinary people who have never met Long Zhanye, but are already excited in the audience.
Everyone rushed onto the competition stage. They gathered from all directions and surrounded the silver-haired young man who was half kneeling on the ground and covered in blood.
"Here! Use my Milk Bottle! It's level six!"
A senior researcher from the Mingde Hall took the lead in pushing forward and thrust a bottle of silver-white Sealed Milk Bottle into Long Zhanye's hands.
"Put on my clothes! Hurry!" A noble boy took off his expensive coat without hesitation.
It was draped over Long Zhanye's body that had been cracked by the frost and exposed large areas of frostbitten skin.
"Hand warmer! My five-level hand warmer!" A chubby businessman gasped and handed over a copper hand warmer that was still steaming.
"I have some good medicine for wounds! It's for external application!"
"Let me in! I'm a doctor! Let me show him!"
Countless hands, countless pieces of clothing, countless Milk Bottle and medicines, poured into Long Zhanye like a tide.
At this moment, what is his true identity? Is his name Po Hongchen or Long Zhanye? Where does he come from and who does he study under...
None of this is important anymore.
In the eyes of these enthusiastic Sun Moon Empire people, there is only one fact that is extremely clear:
The young man in front of him, single-handedly defeated Tang Sect and Shrek in two decisive games!
He won supreme honor for the Sun Moon Empire! He broke the myth of Shrek's ten thousand years of undefeation!
He is the hero of the Sun Moon Empire!
Long Zhanye was confused by this sudden enthusiasm.
He raised his head with difficulty, forcing a smile on his pale, paper-like face.
He wanted to say something, but found that his lips were numb from the cold, and he could only make a hoarse "ho ho" sound in his throat.
He could only nod slightly, which was a response to everyone's kindness.
Then he tremblingly took a Level 6 Sealed Milk Bottle and inhaled the Soul Power in the bottle into his body at an almost greedy speed.
The depleted Dantian is like a dry river bed ushering in the first ray of sweet spring.
A warm force slowly rose from it, struggling to dispel the chill deep in the bone marrow.
At the moment when the chaos and noise reached its peak, Xu Tianran finally moved on the rostrum.
His slender hand slowly stretched out from under the thin blanket, his palms touched each other, and he gave out a crisp and lonely applause.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
The applause caused ripples in the noisy crowd.
Gradually, more and more people stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the podium.
Applause began to ring out from all directions, first in twos and threes, and then in hundreds and thousands.
Finally, when Xu Tianran glanced across the entire stadium, the entire stadium, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was drowned in thunderous applause!
Xu Tianran narrowed his eyes slightly and looked through the sea of people.
It fell on the gray-haired young man in the distance who was surrounded by people, covered in scars but still with his back straight.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a meaningful arc.
Immediately, he turned his head.
With a volume that was almost a whisper, he said something to Jing Hongchen next to him that shocked everyone present:
"When Po Hongchen reaches Level 9 Soul Engineer... I will let him take charge of the Fire Phoenix Soul Engineer Legion!"
Jing Hongchen After hearing this, his pupils suddenly shrank!
Fire Phoenix Soul Engineer Legion, that is one of the five Soul Engineer groups of the Sun Moon Empire, an ace force as famous as Imperial Dragon and Evil Monarch!
He didn't expect that Xu Tianran would value this young man so highly!
He opened his mouth to say something, but saw Xu Tianran's deep eyes.
In the end, he swallowed the words that came to his lips and just nodded respectfully. "Your Majesty is wise."