Next, you're going to lose this much health

Not a moment was spent mourning the Jujutsu Sorcerer's defeat.

The Swordsman was next to take the stage.

The Swordsman steadied his breathing, raised his Wooden Sword before him with its edge facing upward, and bowed. "Pardon me. I am Jing Longri of the Great Sun School One-Sword Style."

This was a perfect chance for a sneak attack. But ever since the Savior had reincarnated as a demon, he had not only abandoned righteousness for evil and turned from good to wicked; his once cautious personality had also flipped into arrogant conceit. Taking advantage of someone was beneath him.

So the Savior bowed in return. "Demon Sword Saint, Robert Astraea. Please."

At the sight of this,

Chen Feng, Cihang's resident scheming bastard watching from the sidelines, grew frantic. He thought that only an honest man like the Swordsman would behave this way. Had he been up there, he would have slashed the Savior the moment he bowed back.

Just then, a dark figure flashed past, and the Jujutsu Sorcerer arrived at the judges' table.

The blessing that prohibited resurrection was formidable, but next to the Gourmet System, it was still just a little girl.

"Well, well, if it isn't the first guy to start preparing for his third fight against the Savior?"

He had suffered another humiliating defeat.

Chen Feng figured that after losing twice in a row, the Jujutsu Sorcerer would finally concede.

But although Spatial Slash had blasted the Jujutsu Sorcerer's entire body to pieces, his mouth had survived.

The Jujutsu Sorcerer stubbornly insisted, "I got a little reckless just now because I had resurrection to fall back on. But it's fine. Experts don't win the second round."

He really had no shame left.

Chen Feng couldn't help thinking, *Experts don't win the first round, experts don't win