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Chapter 163 Who says you can’t kill someone if you’re not a swordsman? The last fight! (Additional chapters, combined chapters, please subscribe!)
After the eighth round, the time left for the two was just less than a minute.

Only two games left!

The audience looked a little nervous, as both sides in the fight were very fierce.

One of them took the lead, chopping monsters and cutting vegetables, rushing around recklessly.

One pursues relentlessly, increases output, and wins battle after battle.

"Chu Wange has been matched with a person at the fifth level of foundation building, and he is also a genius on the Liangyu Ranking!"

Some viewers were also reporting on Chu Wange's battle situation at any time.

"That's right, it's still the flying sword suppression! Too powerful, even the Tianjiao at the bottom of the Liangyu Ranking, whose cultivation is higher than her, can only be suppressed by her."

"Lin Mo has to hurry up. There are only two games left. If he makes a mistake once, he will have no chance."

"..."

Everyone still remembers the thrilling scene just now.

Many people thought that Lin Mo, who was approached by the physical cultivator Feng Lifu, was doomed to lose, but they did not expect that there would be a reversal in the end.

If we encounter a strong enemy again next time, it will be troublesome.

Pan Peng clenched his palms, and heard some fellow disciples whispering:
"Brother Lin, although I admire you very much, you must not win. I have staked my entire fortune on Sister Chu!"

Shit, there's a traitor!
Pan Peng glared angrily, but heard a large number of blue-robed errand disciples around him whispering to each other.

"Me too, who would have thought that Senior Brother Lin is so powerful and could achieve such a level!"

"Wan La, Senior Brother Lin wouldn't have really caught up with us, would he?"

"It seems like there's a real chance. I bet 300 contribution points. If I lose, I'll really have to jump off the ascension platform."

"Hiss! Are you playing such a big game?"

"..."

Damn, they are all traitors!

Pan Peng clenched his fists. It turned out that Senior Brother Lin’s judgment was correct. There were quite a few traitors among the masses.

They were all shouting "Come on!", it turned out that all this was to "monitor" the battle situation!
Standing in the crowd at this moment, Pan Peng felt extremely lonely.

It turned out that he was the only one standing beside Senior Brother Lin from beginning to end.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but raise his fist and shouted:
"Come on, Senior Brother Lin will win!!!"

The voice penetrated the crowd and just reached the ears of Lin Mo who was matching.

Lin Mo turned around when he heard the voice, raised the corner of his mouth slightly and gave him a thumbs up.

rest assured!

“Senior Brother Lin!!!”

Pan Peng became even more excited and waved his hands wildly.

Lin Mo waved at him and turned his gaze back to the stage.

The random match finally stopped, and a teleportation light flashed, and a new opponent appeared on the opposite side:
[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent He Fei, rank: Unknown (600 points)]

When the man in blue shirt appeared in a corner of the ring, many people in the arena were stunned.

"It turns out to be someone from Qingshan Sect!"

"Look at the mark on his chest, he's a swordsman!"

"He Fei, looks familiar, seems to be on the Liangyu Ranking as well!?"

"..."

They immediately recognized each other's identity, and Pan Peng's originally fiery emotions were instantly extinguished as if a basin of cold water was poured on him.

Yes, it's Senior Brother He Fei...

Among the group of Sword Academy disciples who cut in line, if there was one person that Pan Peng least wanted to see go up against Lin Mo, it would definitely be He Fei.

The reason is very simple. The other party is not only a master on the Liangyu List, but also an outer disciple who has been in the Sword Academy for three years.

His strength is so strong that ordinary disciples cannot compare to him.

Brother Lin...

Pan Peng only felt his hands and feet were cold.

However, Xing Feichen and other Sword Academy disciples who were closely observing the fight between Lin Mo and Chu Wange were experiencing exactly the opposite situation.

"He Fei is in line!"

Xing Feichen watched the battle broadcast on Lingji and stood up from his seat with an excited tone.

"Good job, he's so lucky that he got ranked. It's a sure thing now!"

The Sword Academy disciple next to him was not so optimistic:

"Not necessarily. This Lin Mo is really powerful. He defeated Junior Brother Tu Guan before, and just now he defeated a physical cultivator at the fourth level of foundation building..."

To be honest, the more they watched, the more surprised they were.

They were not surprised that Chu Wange had such combat power as he was a pure swordsman.

But Lin Mo's fighting ability is also inexplicably strong, which can only be said that the Taoist prodigy cannot be judged by common sense.

Xing Feichen said indifferently:

“Haha, Junior Brother Tuguan entered the profession late, but I know Junior Brother Hefei’s strength. If you give him another two years, he will have a chance to enter the top 500 on the Liangyu Ranking.”

"Besides, don't forget, he is a junior disciple that Senior Brother He Lian also values. How could he be weak?"

When the sword academy disciples around him heard this, they all nodded.

If he wasn't valued, he wouldn't have been allowed to go to the lower realm to "recruit students" for the Sword Academy.

After all, He Fei is a sword servant at the fifth level of foundation building, while Lin Mo is only at the first level.

……

……

"Hey, old acquaintance!"

Lin Mo looked at He Fei who appeared opposite him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully:

"Brother He, it's such a coincidence that we meet here. Are you here specifically to keep an eye on me?"

He Fei laughed and said:

"Junior Brother Lin, you are joking. Who doesn't know the matching mechanism of the Sword Arena? How can I, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, modify the matching mechanism?"

When Lin Mo heard this, a hint of joking appeared on his face:
"Brother He has great powers. Is there anything that your Sword Academy cannot do?"

He Fei heard the sarcasm in his words, and knew that Lin Mo was alluding to the trend of the forum.

From Lin Mo being a scumbag who abandoned his girlfriend to hug a rich woman, to the later marketing of him and Chu Wange becoming opposites, and even opening a gambling table...

All of this was basically the work of He Fei and Jian Yuan.

Lin Mo stared at him, his tone a little puzzled:

"Sometimes I'm curious, how did I offend you? Is it because Wudao Cliff didn't give way to you?"

When mentioning this, He Fei's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.

That's indeed the case...

Lin Mo understood, but his expression did not change much. He just said calmly:

"Then you look quite similar to Ye Chen."

He Fei forced a smile on his face and said:

"What a shame. I thought we were the same kind of people."

Unexpectedly, Lin Mo immediately turned hostile, pursed his lips, and showed a gloomy expression on his face, and even made a "tsk" sound:
"I just got a lucky divination, how come I ran into shit the next time? Oh, I almost forgot, shit luck is also good luck..."

After He Fei heard his words, his face suddenly turned dark, and he said in a cold voice:
"Junior Brother Lin, as a senior who entered the sect three years earlier than you, it seems necessary for me to teach you the principle of 'respecting seniors'."

Senior, I only recognize little loli with twin ponytails...

Lin Mo said in his heart, then looked at him:
"Brother He, I think you have also misunderstood something."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Lin Mo smiled and said, "You are not worthy of being called senior..."

Before He Fei could finish his words, the countdown for the battle ended.

"drop--"

"Fire bomb!"

Lin Mo snapped his fingers and a fire bomb flew out.

"sulfuric acid!"

He Fei quickly drew his sword and chopped it, only to see that the incendiary bomb was directly chopped by the sword. It didn't even explode, but turned into a little fire and dissipated.

He Fei looked at Lin Mo expressionlessly:

“Junior Brother Lin, I think you have to understand one thing. These little tricks of yours may work against junior brothers like Tu Guan who have been here for more than a year, but if you want to use them against me…”

"That's too naive!"

As soon as the word "naive" came out of his mouth, he suddenly rushed forward with the sword in his hand.

So fast!

Lin Mo's pupils shrank slightly. The opponent's speed was not much slower than that of the physical cultivator Feng Life just now.

These sword servants are not like pure sword practitioners. Since they need to fight in close combat, they also practice one or two body movements or footwork.

"Flying Swallow Step!"

He Fei is as light as a swallow and extremely fast.

"Fire bomb!"

Lin Mo stepped back and snapped his fingers, firing bullets continuously from his fingertips.

"Shhhhh!"

He Fei slashed with his sword, splitting the fire bombs one by one, and said lightly:

"I've already told you that your fire spells are useless to me."

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes and noticed that there was a light layer of frost on the hilt of the opponent's sword.

The moment these frosts came into contact with the fire bombs, they partially dissolved the high temperature of the strange fire, and then the sharp sword energy cut it through without any unexpected hindrance.

"Your low-grade fire magic does have high damage, but it is restrained by my attributes. If your cultivation can reach the middle stage of foundation building, perhaps this restraint would not be so obvious. What a pity..."

As he quickly approached Lin Mo, he explained:

"And your superb fire technique, why not try to see whether the fire burns me to death first, or I chop off your head first!"

A hint of coldness appeared on his face, and he drew his sword even faster.

Although He Fei's sword was not as swift as Tu Guan's, and even fire bombs occasionally hit his body, he was still emitting frost all over his body.

Not only did it offset most of the high temperature of the flames, it also used the true essence to protect the body to offset most of the damage.

Therefore, even if the fire bomb hits, the damage it causes is limited.

Unless the opponent's true energy protection is broken, Lin Mo may still have a chance to seriously injure him.

"Fire bomb!"

Lin Mo ignored his words and continued to retreat, still swinging fire bombs in his hands.

However, the effect was minimal. He Fei only paid a small price to get closer to him step by step.

He seemed to be strolling in the garden, slashing with his sword continuously, saying:
"Don't you understand the difference between the first and fifth foundation building levels?"

As he kept approaching, Lin Mo could only shrink his movement range to the corner of the ring.

When the audience in the auditorium saw this scene, their hearts tightened slightly.

"Wan La, this time Lin Mo has really hit a wall!"

"Sword cultivator He Fei, I looked at him and he seems to be a genius ranked over 900 on the Liangyu Ranking, and his cultivation is even higher than Lin Mo..."

"Ahem, I actually think it's not shameful for Senior Brother Lin to lose, after all, the opponent entered the sect three years earlier than him."

“Not embarrassing +1”

"..."

Pan Peng gritted his teeth as he looked at the group of "traitors" around him, these bastards!

"Brother Lin, come on, kill He Fei!"

He clenched his fist and shouted loudly.

The errand disciple from the Qingshan Sect came over and teased:

"Brother, are you betting on Senior Brother Lin? You are confused. No matter how strong Senior Brother Lin is, how can he be stronger than Senior Sister Chu? You see, you have hit a wall now, right?"

Someone immediately added:
"Yeah, do you really think that Hundred Consecutive Slashes is so easy to get? I heard that the second and third place geniuses in the top three of this year's Immortal Ranking have already failed.

"Only Senior Sister Chu, the number one on the Immortal Ranking, has a chance. Senior Brother Lin Mo is only in the top ten on the Immortal Ranking. It's already great that he can make it here. It's not shameful to lose..."

Pan Peng glared at them:

"It's not just about the money! Contribution points can be earned again, but what about the dignity of a menial disciple!?

“Don’t forget that Senior Brother Lin stood up for us, the errand disciples, and beat up the Sword Academy disciples who cut in line at the entrance of the Sutra Library!
"When I was surfing the forum before, everyone was shouting slogans to boycott the Sword Academy. Why do you hope that Senior Brother Lin loses now that you have met someone from the Sword Academy?!"

Hearing his angry rebukes, the surrounding disciples avoided his gazes.

It is true that at the beginning everyone was united in resisting the Sword Academy's bullying behavior.

However, once the gambling started, the nature of the matter changed.

Even if you win with odds of 1:1.5, you can still make a lot of money.

"Ahem, life is just too hard..."

Someone whispered something.

Pan Peng snorted coldly: "Those are just sugar-coated bullets from the Sword Academy. Are you guys just going to give in like this!?"

Pan Peng also figured out why the odds were 1:1.5 when most people bet on Chu Wange.

Obviously, this was the work of the Sword Academy, whose purpose was to spend money to buy people's hearts and resolve conflicts.

Once these menial disciples win money, the previous posts about so-called "bullying" and "inequality" might suddenly disappear by more than half.

As the heat gradually died down, the vigorous protest in the sect forum came to an end.

The method is simple, but effective.

Jianyuan clearly told them: If you take my money, you can’t scold me~
I realized it too late!

Pan Peng felt extremely regretful. He was not as smart as Senior Brother Lin, who could see at a glance that the "standpoints" of these menial disciples had changed, and he also failed to detect the conspiracy of the Sword Academy!

Therefore, even though he scolded so angrily, the effect was still average.

Many of the errand disciples simply turned their heads away when they heard his scolding, and stopped whispering.

The money has already been staked, what else can we do?
Pan Peng also understood this and sighed in his heart. The only thing he could hope for now was that Lin Mo could win this battle.

No, it should be said that he defeated Senior Sister Chu!

Only if Lin Mo wins can he crack the Sword Academy's plan.

But is it possible?

Pan Peng stared at the fight in the arena. Lin Mo had almost been forced to the corner of the arena, and He Fei was almost in front of him.

"Burning with flames!"

He raised his hand and released the first-grade fire magic in his hand again, trying to defeat the opponent with fire magic like in the previous battle.

"Humph, I told you, this trick won't work on me!"

He Fei just snorted coldly and suddenly thrust out the sword in his hand.

"Bitter cold!" With a light shout, cold air flowed from the hilt of his sword to the surroundings, temporarily forcing back the scorching three-colored flames.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees.

Only a small part of Lin Mo's originally invincible fire overflowed and burned He Fei, but it was isolated by the other party's true energy protection and did not cause much damage.

"Oh, it's hopeless, my ultimate move has been blocked!"

Some audience members in the stands sighed.

The most important thing is that He Fei has already approached him, and Lin Mo has no way to retreat.

"Junior Brother Lin, you are very good, but you have no chance from the beginning of this battle."

He Fei swung the sword several times in succession, and the frosty sword energy dispersed the surrounding fire in circles.

The next second, his voice became cold:
"Now, please die!"

The long sword was thrust towards Lin Mo's neck at such a speed that many viewers could not see it clearly.

Just as Lin Mo's throat was about to be cut by the opponent's sword, he slid to the side and actually avoided the sword.

"Um?!"

He Fei's eyes were slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect the other party to dodge this fatal sword.

But he quickly adjusted himself and slashed with his sword continuously.

"Shh!"

Lin Mo crouched down and managed to avoid the sword move again.

Immediately afterwards, he moved flexibly in the limited remaining range of motion, dodging He Fei's sword after sword.

He Fei also went from being stunned at first to gradually becoming shocked.

How can this be! ?
Lin Mo is just a mere magic practitioner. How could he have such a flexible body movement in close combat and avoid his attacks?

That first-grade, top-quality walking technique?

Do not make jokes!
No matter how well a Dharma practitioner practices walking meditation, if he lacks basic physical fitness, he cannot be as flexible as a physical practitioner.

And it seems that Lin Mo does not completely rely on walking, but relies on... simple reaction?

This is even more outrageous!

"hehe."

Lin Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly and showed him a teasing smile, as if mocking him: That's it?
He Fei's eyes twitched.

"I don't believe you can keep hiding!"

He sneered and increased the speed at which the sword grew out of his hand.

As the sword energy was slashed out, the fire released by Lin Mo was indeed forced back inch by inch, but he himself was not killed instantly by the sword cultivator at close range as everyone expected. Instead, he was as agile as a loach and narrowly avoided the attacks time and time again.

"Ah this..."

Many viewers expressed surprise.

The scene before my eyes was somewhat contrary to common sense.

Generally speaking, the close combat ability of these sword servants is second only to that of physical cultivators.

The main reason is the lethality of sword energy, and sword cultivators will practice body and sword skills, so they are naturally much stronger than magic cultivators who focus entirely on long-range output.

Lin Mo's expression went against common sense.

Not only was he not immediately killed by He Fei, he even managed to escape from the opponent.

"Shh!"

Another sword energy missed. Lin Mo took a step to the side. With his left hand, he controlled the Taoist formula to release a fire. With his right hand, he drew the Taoist sword from his waist and slashed at He Fei.

He Fei widened his eyes and drew his sword to fight back.

"sulfuric acid!"

The two swords collided, and Lin Mo's sword was slightly knocked back.

However, a hint of anger appeared on He Fei's face. Good fellow, pretending to be a swordsman in front of a real swordsman, is he addicted to pretending to be a swordsman? !
"Lin Mo, you think you can beat me with your swordsmanship?"

He Fei's face was filled with anger, and he felt humiliated.

Lin Mo only knows the lowest level 1 basic swordsmanship, and he dares to show off his skills in front of a swordsman! ?
"Haha, how do you know if you don't try?"

Lin Mo chuckled, then swung his sword again and stabbed at the opponent.

"sulfuric acid!"

He Fei used his sword to knock away the opponent's sword and said coldly:

"court death!"

After saying that, he no longer held back and went all out.

"Liuyun Frost Sword!"

The long sword in his hand was like a floating cloud, emitting cold air as it stabbed out continuously. A light white frost left a trail of flowing afterimages in the air.

The sword style is sharp, the sword energy is sharp, and it constantly shakes and retreats Lin Mo.

The blade of the latter's ordinary Taoist sword also had cracks on it under his fierce attack.

But... that's all.

Although Lin Mo's swordsmanship was inferior to his [Liu Yun Han Shuang Sword], the opponent's amazing fighting intuition enabled him to find the right points to unload force and the opportunity to avoid every time they fought.

Therefore, he could only force Lin Mo to retreat but could not cause fatal harm to him.

What's more, he also used a portion of his frost sword energy to resist the fire released by the opponent's left hand.

The more he fought with Lin Mo, the more frightened he became.

Is this really a reaction that one can have at the first level of foundation building?
No tricks, just intuition!

He Fei gritted his teeth and increased the output of his hands.

Impossible, I don't believe you can hide forever relying on your intuition!

He continued to perform sword skills, concentrating on the attack, and the long sword outside his body that was emitting frost increased in speed again.

"Haha, what a great opportunity!"

At this moment, Lin Mo chuckled, and the gesture of his left hand changed slightly. The fire in the sky instantly condensed, and several fire bombs popped out from his hand.

"Shhhhhh!"

The fire bomb went straight towards He Fei's face.

"Oops!"

He Fei secretly thought that something was wrong and could only draw his sword to block.

"Awful!"

The long sword quickly cut off two fire bombs, but still missed one.

With a "bang", the fire bomb exploded in his face.

Even though he had the true energy protecting him, the violent explosion still made his head go blank for a moment, and his body paused slightly.

Before his brain came to its senses, he felt a piercing pain in his chest.

He lowered his head inch by inch, looking at the broken sword on his chest in disbelief, and heard Lin Mo's voice in his ears:
"Who said that you can't kill someone if you're not a swordsman?"

The long sword hit the vital point of the heart exactly. Pain continued to come from the heart, but there was a hint of madness in He Fei's eyes.

No, I haven't lost yet!

Just as he was about to swing his sword again, he heard Lin Mo utter a word:

"fire!"

The next moment, the Taoist sword was covered with layers of three-colored strange fire, which poured into his heart along the blade.

Soon, the strange fire corroded his internal organs and continued to burn them.

He Fei's eyes were red and his face was unwilling as he gradually turned into white light in the fire and dissipated into the air.

[Ring winner: Qingshan Zonglin Mo, points: +10]

[Ding! Congratulations to Qingshan Zonglin Mo for winning his ninety-ninth consecutive victory. ]

[Ding! Liangyu Ranking changes, Lin Mo's ranking increases: 925→888]

Amid the audience's astonished expressions, the purple notice was refreshed five times in a row, replacing the previous winning streak notice and being pinned to the top of the stone tablet.

"Senior Brother Lin won!!!"

Pan Peng was the first to react and shouted loudly.

Soon after, the ordinary audience around also came to their senses.

"Fuck, I actually won!?"

"You're so strong, Lin Mo, you can win this?"

"The Liangyu Ranking has risen a lot, now over 800th place!"

"He fought a sword cultivator in close combat and finally defeated him with his sword. Is he a real sword cultivator or a fake one?"

"I don't understand, I don't understand, could he really be a swordsman as well?"

"..."

Compared to the shock of the ordinary audience, the faces of the Qingshan Sect's menial disciples turned pale. Someone said:

"Catch up, catch up with the progress."

"what?"

"Brother Lin Mo, you have caught up with Sister Chu. From now on, we are both on the same starting line!"

Hearing their words, Pan Peng couldn't help but waved excitedly again.

It wasn’t easy. Brother Lin was three minutes behind at the beginning and only made up the time difference after the ninth inning.

But this means that Senior Brother Lin’s winning speed in the next few rounds exceeded Chu Wange’s, and it was getting faster and faster!
This is a pure swordsman!

Pan Peng's excitement could not be expressed in words. As long as Lin Mo could maintain the same rhythm and level in the next battle, there was still hope of winning!

The errand disciples around also realized this, and most of them turned pale, with a bad feeling in their hearts.

You won't really let Lin Mo win, right?

……

"Trash, it's all trash!"

The moment Xing Feichen saw Lin Mo's victory notification, he was so angry that he wanted to curse:

"A sword cultivator was actually defeated by a magic cultivator with a sword!"

The other Sword Academy disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

As sword servants, they could naturally see that Lin Mo was not a sword servant and that the sword he held was just an ordinary Taoist sword.

But the opponent really defeated He Fei by relying on close combat, which is outrageous!
Not only Xing Feichen couldn't figure it out, they couldn't figure it out either.

"Could it be that He Fei let it go?"

Some people murmured, but everyone knew that this was impossible.

Xing Feichen's face was as dark as a pot, his eyes were gloomy, and he angrily said to the sword academy disciples beside him:

"Hurry up and get He Fei back. I want to question him personally!"

The disciples of the Sword Academy secretly groaned in their hearts, because Xing Feichen was the leader of their sword servants, the most senior and with the most say.

In a sense, he is their direct leader.

Sometimes, annoying Senior Brother He Lian might not necessarily cause any trouble to him.

"He Fei will probably be punished this time..."

The disciples of the Sword Academy were secretly complaining in their hearts, while some were glad that they had not met Lin Mo.

The strength of many people is about equal to He Fei's, or even worse.

Even if you meet a "little monster" like Lin Mo, you may not be able to win.

……

"Junior Brother Lin's combat instincts seem to be too sharp!"

Feng Geng also watched the whole show, but a hint of confusion emerged in his expression.

Lin Mo's performance just now can no longer be described simply as "combat intuition".

It is not ruled out that there are terrifying geniuses who are born with strong combat instincts, but no matter how strong they are, they still need to be cultivated through long periods of fighting.

How long has Lin Mo been in the sect, and how many battles has he participated in?
Can you develop such intuition?
This is unreasonable.

Yan Nanfeng looked at Lin Mo thoughtfully, catching a hint of mist in his eyes, and said thoughtfully:
"It looks like it's more than just 'intuition', but I can't tell the details through the screen."

If Yan Nanfeng was at the scene, it would be easy for him to see through Lin Mo's methods. However, the projection was a broadcast, and many details could not be reflected. Naturally, he could not use his powerful spiritual sense to detect it.

"In short, this little guy is not as simple as he seems."

He made this comment, and then said jokingly:

"What do you think? Do you still think Xiao Chu can win? The time has already been tied!"

Feng Geng shook his head and said, "Junior Sister Chu still wins!"

Yan Nanfeng chuckled, but didn't say much this time.

The last game is indeed the key to determine the outcome for both sides.

The next battle might depend on a little bit of "luck".

Whoever is matched with a weaker opponent will have a better chance.

But the prerequisite is to win.

Over the past ten or twelve years, countless talented people of Qingshan Sect have been stuck in the last round of the Hundred Consecutive Kills.

Even the eldest senior brother of the third generation of disciples in the Alchemy Academy, who was known as the most brilliant and talented disciple in the Alchemy Academy in the past hundred years, was stuck at the last step and unfortunately lost.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Dan Xiu is not good at fighting.

"The matches have started, it all depends on the opponents."

Feng Geng said: "Based on past experience, there is a possibility that a cultivator at the sixth level of foundation building will appear in the last round!"

Fighting beyond the sixth level is something that even the most talented disciple at the same level may not be able to do.

That year, Feng Geng was able to win the victory because he had good luck in the last game, as he only encountered an outer disciple who was at the fifth level of foundation building.

But no matter whether it was Lin Mo or Chu Wange, the opponent they had just defeated was already at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

This also means that these two people are actually on par with my past selves.

If he could defeat one more person at the fifth or even sixth foundation building level, he would have completely surpassed himself!
No one knows who is qualified to be the next opponent of these two.

Yan Nanfeng nodded and said, "Yes, it depends on the next opponent."

He also didn't expect that, although it was just a competition between juniors, it actually touched his heart and suddenly reminded him of the passionate years of his youth.

"Haha, it's better to be young..."

He sighed like this, and the next moment, a matching prompt sounded on the live screen:
[Ding! We are matching you with a suitable opponent. Please wait...]

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent Lin Mo, rank: Newcomer (990 points)]

[Ding! Successfully matched with opponent Chu Wange, rank: Newcomer (990 points)]

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