At these words, Feng Tiancheng slumped weakly into his chair, his face ashen.
Ninety-two points was the highest score in the entire venue. There was no doubt that Long Xiaoyao had won this wager again, and Feng Tiancheng would have to forfeit five Natal Gu Insects to him.
That was five Natal Gu Insects. Added to the five he had already lost before, that made ten in total.
Losing ten Natal Gu Insects would cause his combat strength to plummet. If he could retain even ten or twenty percent of his former strength, that would already be fortunate. Calling him crippled would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.
His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and despair filled his eyes. The feeling of falling from the clouds was clearly not an easy one to bear.
Even now, he could not understand how he had lost such a sure-fire wager.
He had completely lost his senses by now, to the point that Long Xiaoyao had to announce the competition results in his place.
At this moment, both the Heaven-Burning Ancestor and Qin Dan frowned. Long Xuan had scored ninety-two points this round, two points more than them.
Including the previous round, Long Xuan's total score was now three points ahead of theirs.
A gap of three points was already no small matter. In a contest between geniuses, even a one-point lead counted as a considerable gap, much less three points.
Both wore grim expressions and finally grew serious. They no longer intended to hold anything back in the remaining rounds.
With a three-point gap between them, it was clearly impossible to catch up in score without refining a Fourth-Grade Pill Formula. At this moment, both had made their decision.
Meanwhile, Long Xuan revealed a disappointed expression. Only ninety-two points?