Rebirth of the Wrongly Raised Demon Emperor

Chapter 44 Sudden Change
This was no longer a competition, it was a fight of fate. Everyone in the stands held their breath and stared at the arena without blinking. They didn't know when one side would fall.

Just when everyone thought that this competition would end tragically, the situation on the arena changed suddenly.

"I admit defeat." Yan Yang's opponent suddenly left the battle circle after two quick attacks, and said this sentence.

These three words are like a curse, which immediately imprisoned Yan Yang's offensive.

There can be casualties in the competition, but if one party clearly confirms to lose, the other party is absolutely not allowed to chase and kill.

Yan Yang abruptly stopped his attack, and after the corners of his lips twitched twice, he turned and stepped off the stage.

Only he himself understood how unwilling he was, and he returned to his seat and remained motionless.

Xue Zhiqi poured a glass of water and handed it to Yan Yang. Yan Yang raised his hand to take it. As soon as he took the teacup, his whole arm shook so badly that he couldn't hold the teacup at all. Before Yan Yang could take other measures, pop With a slap, the teacup slipped from his palm and fell to the ground, smashing his body to pieces.

Water stains splashed all over the floor.

Yan Yang stared weakly at his hand, which could not exert any strength, and sat there slumped.

Xue Zhiqi looked down at the water stain on the ground, slowly raised her head, looked in one direction, and saw Wang Pengyong's proud sneer without surprise.

Seeing Xue Zhiqi's gaze, Wang Pengyong raised his hand and made a beheading gesture on his neck, his eyes full of killing intent.

Sadan Academy lost one and won one, one was seriously injured and the other was exhausted, Xue Zhiqi had to either play to die or admit defeat.

No matter what, the result is the same for him, one is to die, and the other is to be humiliated.

His goal has been achieved, he just wants to make Xue Zhiqi feel bad!

"The third match, can you send someone from Satan Academy?" The spiritual master in charge of the competition in the arena has already begun to urge, and the students from the opposing academy have already stood on the arena. throw in the towel?
Such a question is actually completely superfluous for the people in the arena. Who doesn't know the strength of the Satan Academy. Although there is one more student now, but bringing a child to the competition, can such an unreliable person play?

The two most powerful students of Satan College are like that, and Satan College is already at the end of its strength.

"Let's admit defeat." Liu Shi said in a low voice, as always unwilling to be reconciled, this is the result every year, every year they come to this point and give up, no matter how hard they try, it is useless.

It's really not reconciled that people can't even get together for the battle.

Liu Shi clenched his fists suddenly, and the gauze was soaked in blood from the wound that had just stopped bleeding.

"Liu Shi, you forgot, I haven't appeared yet." Xue Zhiqi smiled softly, stood up under Liu Shi's astonished gaze, and raised her voice, "Xue Zhiqi from Satan College, fight!"

"Zhiqi!" Liu Shi exclaimed, staring at Xue Zhiqi in disbelief.

What a joke, how could she play?

Xue Zhiqi didn't give Liu Shi any explanation at all, but gently untied the straps on her body, put the little guy on the chair, and smiled at Liu Shi: "Help me take care of the little one."

After speaking, he walked to the steps of the arena.

This is what Wang Pengyong wanted.

She defeated Liu Shi by surprise, and then found someone stronger than Yan Yang to consume all of Yan Yang's strength, resulting in a result of one win and one loss, and the final choice was placed in front of her.

Either throw in the towel.

Admitting defeat is also to make her the "sinner" this time.

If it wasn't for her Xue Zhiqi, Liu Shi wouldn't have nearly died, if it wasn't for her Xue Zhiqi, Yan Yang wouldn't have exhausted his strength.

Does Wang Pengyong want to torture her with this sense of guilt?
It was a naked humiliation for her to bear the failure of the Satan Academy.

If she plays, the academy that has reached an agreement with Wang Pengyong will send people who will be strong.

Did he want to torture her to death on the arena in front of everyone?
Wang Pengyong set up a situation, trying to put her in a dilemma.

It's a pity, I never thought that her choice would be so straightforward.

Stepping onto the steps of the arena, Xue Zhiqi stared at Wang Pengyong with a smile on her face, seeing his gloating and sinister smile after a brief surprise, Xue Zhiqi's smile grew even wider.

Xue Zhiqi stepped up to the arena step by step. This behavior surprised everyone in the arena, and whispered: "Why is she wasting this time, why not just jump up?"

"I guess I'm afraid."

"That's right, Satan College is far behind in strength at first glance, and it's going to be a shame."

The whispered discussion spread and reached Wang Pengyong's ears. He couldn't help but sneered, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you jump up? Who of you has ever seen a person who is not a spiritual master can jump up to ten feet?" How high is the arena?"

Wang Pengyong's words, like cold water falling into hot oil, immediately caused the arena to explode.

"Not a healer?"

"What do you mean by not being a healer?"

"Isn't it a healer who can come to compete?"

The uproar in the arena caused the person in charge of the competition to frown tightly, and even the spiritual master Luo Ze, who was sitting in the stands and sent by the Healer Association, began to show displeasure.

Who would have thought that something like this would happen during the ranking battle of the Spiritual Power Academy.

Wang Pengyong smiled triumphantly, Xue Zhiqi's meridians are blocked, and she will not be able to cultivate spiritual power for a lifetime, do you think he doesn't know?
There is always a way to know the news he wants to know.

It was precisely because he knew Xue Zhiqi's fatal weakness that he made such a layout.

Since Xue Zhiqi wanted to die, he must fulfill her well.

"Xue Zhiqi, what's going on?" The person in charge of the competition asked immediately, he had never heard of people who were not spiritual masters participating in the college ranking competition.

"It's okay." Xue Zhiqi said lightly, not giving the other party a chance to speak at all, and continued, "The victory or defeat has nothing to do with being a healer, as long as there is a result, wouldn't it be fine?"

The person in charge of the competition frowned slightly. There was nothing wrong with saying that, but the problem is... There has never been such a precedent for a college ranking battle.

"Go on." Luo Ze said suddenly.

Since all the healers sent by the Healer Association have said so, the person in charge of the competition naturally has no objection, indicating that the competition can begin.

"Feng Jian." The person opposite reported his name.

Xue Zhiqi smiled and automatically ignored the deep contempt in Feng Jian's eyes, nodded and said, "Please advise."

(End of this chapter)