Su Yanyue reached out and patted Su Jinyue on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you have to believe in Zhan Yihan." He looked at Zhan Yihan on the stage. If Zhan Yihan could not even beat Feng Hao, it would be too disappointing for him.

Zhan Yihan glanced at Feng Hao's ring and began to be cautious. When he saw Feng Hao's short knife attacking, he also took out the short knife that Su Jinyue gave him. This short knife was bought by him and Jinyue when he went to Liulichang. Although it looked a little rusty on the surface, it was sharp but not comparable to ordinary cold weapons.

The two short swords collided with each other and made a "clang!" sound.

Then, the short knife in Feng Hao's hand was broken into two pieces, "Click!" The upper half of the short knife fell to the ground with a sound.

Feng Hao looked at the short sword in his hand in surprise. This short sword was obtained together in the ancient tomb where he obtained the martial arts. It was a magic weapon that really cuts iron like mud. But unexpectedly, it was cut off by Zhan Yihan's short sword. Wouldn't the short sword in Zhan Yihan's hand be even sharper?

When Feng Hao thought of killing Zhan Yihan and the short sword was his, he felt very happy in an instant. Killing Zhan Yihan not only allowed him to get a powerful soul, but also a magic weapon. That was the biggest gain today.

Seeing that the black air overflowing from the ring had entered Zhan Yihan's body, Feng Hao showed a pleasant smile on his lips. Now he only needs to wait for his death energy to bind Zhan Yihan's soul, and he can kill Zhan Yihan and directly extract his soul.

Zhan Yihan felt the black gas entering his body and quickly circulated the true qi to fight against the black gas. His current strength is the fourth level of Qi refining, which is equivalent to the late stage of the Xuan-level among ancient martial arts practitioners. The internal qi has formed silk from fog.

The internal air flow constantly collided with the black gas entering the body, forming a duel state in Zhan Yihan's body.

Seeing that Zhan Yihan was not affected by his black energy, Feng Hao was a little surprised, and at the same time, he kept letting the rings overflow black energy. He is not an ordinary ancient martial arts practitioner. Since he obtained the practice method in the ancient tomb, he has started practicing day and night. How could an ordinary ancient martial arts practitioner like Zhan Yihan be his opponent?

The battle did not stop because the black gas entered Zhan Yihan's body. The two of them went back and forth, and Feng Hao had no weapons and quickly fell down. Several holes were cut by Zhan Yihan.

Feng Hao was getting more and more anxious. Why didn’t Zhan Yihan react yet? His dead aura shouldn’t be useless.

A bloody color flew up, and one of Feng Hao's arm was cut off by the dagger in Zhan Yihan's hand, thrown high, and soon landed on the ground.

Feng Hao was shocked, angry, and looked at Zhan Yihan in disbelief, "You are also a cultivator." If it weren't for Zhan Yihan, how could he not be affected by the black gas?

Zhan Yihan did not answer Feng Hao's question, and the short knife in his hand attacked Feng Hao.

"I admit defeat!" Feng Hao shouted loudly.

The short knife in Zhan Yihan's hand had reached Feng Hao's neck, how could it stop? And he had already decided to kill Feng Hao, how could it be let him go?

Feng Hao felt a chill in his throat, and then another heat, "You!" He looked at Zhan Yihan in anger. He had already admitted defeat, but did not stop.

Red blood spurted out and sprinkled on the ground to form blood flowers. Feng Hao stared at Zhan Yihan with anger and unwillingness to look backwards. He finally cultivated his current strength and finally collected so many souls, but everything was destroyed by Zhan Yihan. He was really unwilling to accept it!

"Okay! Great!"

"Zhan Yihan, you are so awesome!"

"Feng Hao is so innocent! He died well, so good, so good!" Everyone in the audience applauded and cheered for Zhan Yihan to kill Feng Hao.

Zhan Yihan looked at Su Jinyue in the audience, saw her bright smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He fulfilled his promise to her.

The applause and cheers calmed down for a long time.

Since Zhan Yihan won, the game ended because everyone knows that the remaining Su Yanyue and Zhan Yihan are together, and there is no difference whether he plays or not.

"Wait a minute! Zhan Yihan made a foul." A voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone's eyes turned to the person who was talking.

Fang Yanran bit her lip and continued, "Feng Hao had already admitted defeat just now, but Zhan Yihan still killed him. Isn't this a foul?" She knew that Su Yanyue and Zhan Yihan were together. Even if she reported Zhan Yihan's foul, there was not much difference between Zhan Yihan. But she just couldn't stand Zhan Yihan and didn't want him to get the first place.

When the organizers heard Fang Yanran's words, they discussed it. It was indeed obvious to all. Although they also hoped to see Zhan Yihan kill Feng Hao, strictly speaking, Zhan Yihan was indeed a foul.

"Fang Yanran, are you taking personal revenge? Zhan Yihan has committed a foul, he is eliminating our hidden sect." A young man retorted unhappy. His senior brother died at Feng Hao's hands. Now that Feng Hao is dead, his senior brother can also smile with a smile.

"If you lose to Zhan Yihan, you don't have to do this. If you don't accept it, you can challenge Zhan Yihan again." Another woman said.

"I don't know how Yanshan Gate teaches his disciples, but it's not a difference between good and bad."

"This kind of woman should let her die at Feng Hao's hands. Let's see if she still helps Feng Hao speak." Many disciples of the sects present died at Feng Hao's hands. Fang Yanran's words naturally aroused public anger.

Several disciples from Yanshan Gate walked a few steps aside, obviously trying to draw a clear line with Fang Yanran. She usually looks very smart, but why did she do such a brainless thing at this time?

Fang Yanran also knew that she was too impulsive, but now she has become the target of public criticism, and it is too late to repent. She can only grit her teeth and retort for herself: "I just talk about the matter, but you haven't heard Feng Hao admit defeat."

"So what if you admit defeat? That kind of person is worthy of death."

"We know the best or bad, unlike some people who take revenge after losing the game." Everyone accused Fang Yanran with one word. Anyway, in their hearts, Zhan Yihan is the hero who eliminates their harm and cannot tolerate anyone's slander.
Chapter completed!