Below the arena, not far away, Lin Xuan frowned as he looked at the arena, his brows furrowed.
Beside him, the Vast Sea Saint King gazed at the arena, pursing his lips and remaining silent.
After a long while, watching Feng Wuji being helped up and fed several pills before slowly waking up, the storm brewing in his eyes dissipated for a moment, and he finally spoke after a long time.
"This kid... isn't too weak."
At the edge of the arena, Feng Wuji lay on his side in the arms of the Holy Master of the Big Dipper Holy Heaven, blood seeping from his lips, forming a string of blood beads.
His face was pale. He reached out and grabbed the wrist of the person beside him, managing a weak smile.
"Headmaster... I'm sorry, I... I lost..."
"I... I've let the academy down, I..."
"Stop talking!"
The Big Dipper Holy Heaven is different from the Primordial Holy Heaven. The Primordial Holy Heaven has three academies, but the Big Dipper Holy Heaven has seven.
They are Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, and Alkaid.
Four days constitute the outer courtyard, while Yu Kaiyao is the inner courtyard.
Feng Wuji belonged to Mizar Institute, and the person responsible for teaching him was the headmaster of Mizar Institute. However, after Feng Wuji entered Big Dipper Holy Heaven, he always addressed the headmaster of Mizar Institute as "headmaster" and never called him "master".
The abbot of Mizar Institute never held it against him.
He knew that Feng Wuji had always regarded the Vast Sea Saint King as his master.
He didn't mind.
He unearthed this boy from that remote place, watched him shine brightly on the Eastern Continent, heard his name resound throughout the land as the successor of the Vast Sea Saint King, personally taught him, accompanied him in forging that battle halberd, and helped him comprehend the Vast Sea Saint King's Saint Art...
Although the two did not have the title of master and disciple, the head of Mizar Institute regarded Feng Wuji as his son-in-law.
Seeing Feng Wuji in this state, the head of Mizar Institute, a burly man, almost shed tears.
With trembling hands, he wiped the blood from Feng Wuji's face, and tears finally streamed down his face.
"Stop talking..."
His voice trembled, and he choked with sobs.
"The academy director will definitely find a way to cure you."
"Cultivation level isn't important. The academy's resources will be provided by the headmaster. Wuji, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Qu Youmeng and Wang Yan also squeezed in through the crowd.
Feng Wuji raised his eyelids slightly, forced a smile, and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Qu, Fellow Daoist Wang..."
"I haven't even had a chance to congratulate you on winning the match yet, I..."
"Take good care of your injury," Wang Yan interrupted him directly.
He could tell that Feng Wuji's internal injuries were severe, and every word he spoke now was another injury to his body.
Both Wang Yan and Qu Youmeng looked very unwell.
Although Feng Wuji hadn't known them for long, the young man was a very nice person and got along well with both of them.
Even worse...
They had seen the attitude of the Vast Sea Saint King.
The Vast Sea Saint King felt absolutely no disgust towards the boy who had impersonated his disciple.
Regardless of whether Feng Wuji might become a member of the Sword Pavilion in the future, Wang Yan couldn't just sit idly by at this moment.
Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven...
He murmured those four words softly.
He slightly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven.
There, Chu Li stood with his arms crossed in front of the crowd, his arrogance and lingering cruelty in his eyes striking directly into Wang Yan's gaze.
This made him pause, and then he slowly clenched his fist.
Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven.
First, Mo Yao made a move against Duan Nianwei.
Another Chu Li.
He could have defeated Feng Wuji outright, but he controlled everything perfectly, using the most cruel method to destroy Feng Wuji's Dantian.
With his Dantian destroyed, if there are no suitable pills, Feng Wuji will be forced to live a life worse than that of an ordinary mortal.
The cultivation of exceptional talents always attracts attention.
Who doesn't have a few enemies?
He might even die a violent death not long afterward.
And the Big Dipper Holy Heaven...
Wang Yan shook his head.
Even if Feng Wuji is a prodigy, it's highly unlikely that the Big Dipper Holy Heaven can save him.
With his Dantian destroyed, Feng Dantian not only needs a elixir to repair it, but also a elixir to restore his Feng Wuji, as well as a great deal of time to allow him to regain his cultivation.
If you want to shorten the time, you need to use pills that can improve your cultivation level to make up for it.
But all these resources, taken together, are enough to train two more Feng Wuji!
No Holy Heaven Association do such a losing business.
So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Feng Wuji is truly finished.
Even if he can still cultivate in the future, he will never be able to stand on the field of the current third round again, and he may not even be able to participate in the Ten Institutes Grand Competition.
Wang Yan took a deep breath, his anger rising.
Some of the Holy Masters of the Big Dipper Holy Heaven, filled with unspeakable rage, retreated directly towards the Holy Heaven Association.
They are not the Primordial Holy Heaven.
Feng Wuji is one of their most valued prodigies, and they must be held accountable for what happened today!
The Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven has truly gone mad!
Feng Wuji's injuries gradually stabilized, and the bleeding from his abdominal wound stopped, but his complexion was still very bad.
However, he refused his fellow disciples' offer to send him to the back, shook his head, and remained seated in his own place in the Big Dipper Holy Heaven, quietly watching the arena.
He lost this match.
They also failed to make it into the top ten.
But he didn't want to leave; he wanted to see more...
Look at what happened to Chu Li.
The two rounds of competition passed quickly.
After both fighters left the arena, Wang Yan looked towards the ring and walked up without hesitation.
Without hesitation, he looked toward the location of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven and spoke directly.
"Primordial Saint King Yan challenges Ancient Saint King Chu Li."
Please enlighten me!
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
No one expected that Wang Yan would take the initiative to challenge someone, and that he would choose Chu Li right away!
yes.
That's right.
Wang Yan's previous display of strength was indeed impressive, but were Cheng Yiran and Chu Li even on the same level as him?
Let alone Chu Li.
Even Feng Wuji could probably take on several Cheng Yiran.
No matter how strong Wang Yan is, he's still far too weak to fight against Chu Li, the number one being in the Desolate Ancient!
Especially...
They were all deeply shocked by the methods Chu Li had just displayed, and their knowledge was greatly broadened.
The First of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven...
They should not be underestimated.
Someone like him is probably only someone Jiang Chengzun or Shangguan Jue who can defeat him.
Wang Yan...?
What does that count for?
Even Chu Li himself was stunned for a moment, frowning as he looked at Wang Yan, as if trying to figure out who this person was. After a long while, he finally sneered and spoke.
I remember you.
"In the first round, you followed Feng Wuji without question, wasn't that because you were there?"
"What? You want to avenge him?"
"You?"
His tone was incredibly sarcastic.
But Wang Yan showed no reaction.
He simply stepped forward, grasped the hilt of his sword, and spoke firmly in an unquestionable voice.
"This time, I will draw my sword."