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Seeing all four fighters from the two sides fall, many of those present breathed sighs of relief, as though a weight had lifted from their shoulders.
From the look of things, all four were finished for this Provincial Tournament. Even if their injuries healed under the most favorable circumstances, they would only make it back for the last few matches at best.
The differing expressions on the Soul Douluos' faces told the story.
Lian Changzhi relaxed completely; Yue Qiansong felt as though his lungs hurt; Yue Lexing remained expressionless, like a stern, cold statue.
Yue Pan and Yue Que's Martial Soul Fusion Skill might not matter so much to the other teams, but in the fifteenth round, the Yuesi team would face Canghui.
Without Yue Pan and Yue Que, their team's strength would undoubtedly suffer a severe blow.
The match continued to rage like a fire in full blaze, quietly entering its final stages.
Another surge of excitement swept through the arena, with everyone's attention focusing on Yang Yanyu and Su Ningxia.
During their high-speed exchange, Su Ningxia used Seventh Form [Haze] to create a clone and confuse Yang Yanyu, then flashed in with her saber.
Her Willow-Leaf Straight Saber opened a gash along Yang Yanyu's left ribs, sending blood pouring out. At the same time, Yang Yanyu drove his spear into her saber-wielding right arm.
Two streaks of blood sprayed out in an instant. Yang Yanyu's sword-like brows shot up, and he hastily retreated half a step.
Su Ningxia's Willow-Leaf Straight Saber caught between Yang Yanyu's ribs with a teeth-grating scrape.
Meanwhile, Yang Yanyu's spear had pierced clean through her right arm, forcing her to release her saber. Blood dripping from its tip splashed onto the bluestone paving like crimson plum blossoms.
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