Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 26 Wang Yuanyuan: You want me to give up the top three?

"What if I'm lucky..."

Looking at Yang Wenzhao, who was on the verge of tears, Li Hao's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

She patted his shoulder gently, her tone still as nonchalant as ever.

"Nothing unexpected."

"Your strength is indeed very strong. Your Sun Slash and Holy Sword Technique are sufficient to deal with ordinary fifth-tier knights."

"But against a warrior like Yuan Yuan, who is born with superhuman strength, your power cannot break through her defenses."

"Your speed is completely insufficient against a top-tier assassin like Saint Cai'er!"

With each word Li Hao spoke, Yang Wenzhao's expression grew increasingly somber.

"As for me..." Li Hao paused, smiled, and didn't continue.

But the meaning behind that smile was more lethal than any words.

Yang Wenzhao was completely drained. Like a defeated rooster, he slumped dejectedly in his chair, barely able to hold his sword.

He finally understood that his pride and joy were nothing but a joke in front of these three monsters.

Li Hao is an absolute monster. He could cleave Long Haochen, who had broken through to the fifth level, into a daze with a single sword strike. If I went up against him, I'd probably be a pushover in one hit as well.

Wang Yuanyuan had already experienced this during the group stage.

The girl looked pretty, but when she got into a fight, she was more ferocious than a dragon, and her giant shield was as big as a mountain.

His own spiritual power was thrown at the enemy, but it didn't even make a sound. Instead, he was smashed away by the enemy's shield and lost decisively.

As for that Saint Cai'er from the Assassin's Temple...

Yang Wenzhao couldn't help but shudder whenever he thought of her elusive figure and emotionless eyes.

Let's not talk about getting beaten up.

During the group stage, he also watched one of her matches from afar, and the scene still makes him feel uneasy.

Her opponent, a peak fourth-tier summoner, had just released his summoned beast when a faint red mark appeared on his neck, and then he collapsed straight down, the whole process taking less than three breaths.

If it's not that I can't kill... then I'm already dead.

Fighting this kind of killing god?

Yang Wenzhao would rather be knocked unconscious by Li Hao's sword; at least that would be a quick and painless experience.

"I...I admit it!"

Yang Wenzhao sighed deeply, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He shook his head with a wry smile, no longer dwelling on that vague and uncertain hope.

"Sigh... It seems I'm really going to disappoint Grandpa this time. Top three... I don't want to think about it anymore."

Seeing his state, Li Hao comforted him, saying, "It's never too late to be ashamed and then strive harder. It's a good thing to see the gap clearly."

Yang Wenzhao was taken aback, then nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with genuine admiration as he looked at Li Hao.

……

The day's hustle and bustle and fierce battles came to an end, and the holy city gradually returned to tranquility.

Li Hao and Wang Yuanyuan walked side by side on their way back to the hotel, the moonlight casting long shadows of the two of them.

"You played well today," Li Hao broke the silence first.

"Of course!" Wang Yuanyuan raised her little face, looking proud. "That assassin was powerful, but my Giant Spirit God Shield is no joke either!"

Back at the hotel, as soon as they entered, Li Hao turned around and closed the door, pulling Wang Yuanyuan, who was about to go back to her own room, inside.

"Yuanyuan."

Under the dim light, the relaxed smile on Li Hao's face slowly faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

Wang Yuanyuan was taken aback by his sudden seriousness, her heart skipped a beat: "Wh...what's wrong?"

"For tomorrow's competition," Li Hao said, looking into her eyes and enunciating each word clearly, "I hope you will give up on competing for the top three."

"Give up?" Wang Yuanyuan was stunned, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with incomprehension and astonishment. "Why?!"

She subconsciously raised her voice; this was even harder to accept than losing to Long Haochen.

"Whether it's facing Yang Wenzhao or that assassin named Sheng Cai'er, I'm confident I can win!"

"Let's not even talk about Yang Wenzhao. Even if it's Sheng Cai'er, I'm 60% confident! I haven't been a 'sparring partner' for nothing these past three years!"

Wang Yuanyuan was very dissatisfied.

For the past three years, she has been "tortured" by Li Hao in all sorts of unbelievable ways almost every day. Her ability to withstand blows, her reaction speed, and her use of strength have long been honed to a level far beyond that of her peers.

She was confident that, apart from Li Hao, that freak, she feared no one among her peers!
Li Hao did not refute her, but calmly explained, "I know you are very strong. But there is a hidden ironclad rule in the Demon Hunter Selection Tournament."

"What ironclad rule?"

"To ensure the overall strength of each newly formed Demon Hunter Team, the top three teams in the selection competition are prohibited from joining the same Demon Hunter Team. This is a strict rule, directly supervised by the Holy Alliance, and there is no room for leniency." "This..." Wang Yuanyuan's phoenix eyes dimmed instantly, and the resentment on her face turned into confusion.

Her biggest goal in participating in the competition was to form a demon-hunting team with Li Hao and continue fighting side by side.

If getting a top-three finish leads to the two players being separated, then what's the point of the victory?
But she was still a little unwilling, and muttered under her breath, "But... we are all warriors, and according to the rules, the same demon hunter group cannot have two members with the same class."

"Even if I'm not in the top three, we still can't team up, right?"

Upon hearing this question, Li Hao's face once again revealed that familiar smile, one that conveyed complete control.

“I’ll handle this,” he said casually, ruffling Wang Yuanyuan’s hair.

"You just need to trust me, and then lose tomorrow's game gracefully."

Looking into Li Hao's confident eyes, Wang Yuanyuan's doubts and resentment gradually dissipated.

After three years together, she had developed an almost blind trust in Li Hao. If Li Hao said he could solve it, then he definitely could.

"Well... okay!" She nodded, which was considered an agreement.

But the thought of losing "gracefully" gave her a headache.

However, a young girl's mind always changes quickly.

Wang Yuanyuan's eyes darted around, and suddenly she tiptoed to Li Hao's ear, whispering a sweet nothing: "You absolutely must get me into your demon-hunting team!"

After saying that, before Li Hao could react, she blushed and, like a startled little rabbit, quickly opened the door and ran back to her room.

Li Hao touched his ear, feeling the lingering warmth, and couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

This girl...

The following day, the semi-finals, which were also the final day, were the focus of everyone's attention.

After a night of fermentation, the shocking scene of Li Hao instantly killing Long Haochen with a single sword strike yesterday has spread throughout the entire Holy City.

Countless people flocked to the Knight's Trial Arena, eager to witness firsthand how this peerless prodigy of the Warrior's Temple would ascend to the champion's throne.

On the platform, the high-ranking officials of the six temples displayed various expressions.

The deputy temple chief of the Warriors' Temple was beaming with pride, his mouth practically stretched to his ears, looking at everyone as if he were showing off.

Han Qian, the Lord of the Knights Temple, still wore an expression as if his own son had died.

His gaze kept drifting to Long Haochen, who was pale-faced in the audience, and he felt a mix of emotions.

The lottery ceremony began.

When the first pairings appeared on the golden screen, the atmosphere in the entire arena was instantly ignited.

"Warrior's Temple, Li Hao!"

"A duel against Yang Wenzhao of the Knights Temple!"

"Oh!"

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the stands; everyone knew the outcome of the match was already decided.

Although Yang Wenzhao is also a top genius, the gap between him and Li Hao is not small.

Looking at the result, Yang Wenzhao gave a wry smile, as if to say, "I knew it."

He took a deep breath, straightened his armor, and strode onto the arena.

However, just as the referee was about to announce the start of the match, Yang Wenzhao made a move that surprised everyone.

He bowed respectfully in the direction of Li Hao.

He declared loudly, "Brother Li's strength is extraordinary; I am far from being his match. I concede defeat in this round!"

After saying that, he turned around gracefully and walked off the stage without any hesitation.

The audience fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.

"That's very classy!"

"Losing to Li Hao is not shameful!"

"Yang Wenzhao is also a good man!"

The audience was not disappointed by not seeing the match; on the contrary, they paid great respect to Yang Wenzhao's open and honest behavior.

On the platform, Han Qian's expression finally improved a bit, and he stroked his beard and nodded.

This child, although not as talented as Li Hao.

But his temperament is quite good.

He can take things on and let them go; he has the air of a great general.

(End of this chapter)