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Chapter 29 The Champion is Born, Li Hao's Objection!

A clear and confident voice resounded throughout the venue.

The whole place was in dead silence.

Immediately following was a tremendous uproar!
"What? Admit defeat?"

"Why?! She was about to win!"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand!"

Even Ren Wokuang on the podium suddenly jumped up from his chair, looking bewildered and confused.

"What is this girl up to? She clearly has the advantage, why is she handing over the chance to win?!"

Sheng Cai'er was also stunned. She "looked" at Wang Yuanyuan, her empty eyes filled with doubt.

Wang Yuanyuan gave her a bright smile.

That smile held pride, relief, and mutual appreciation.

"Hoo..." Sheng Cai'er let out a long breath, leaning on her green bamboo cane, her body swaying slightly.

She said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You are very strong! If you can hold on for another incense stick, my spiritual power will be exhausted, and I will have no strength left to fight."

She didn't ask why, because she understood that the other party was trying to save her face.

She remembered this kindness.

With Wang Yuanyuan's surrender, the most exciting match since the start of the Demon Hunter Team selection competition came to an end.

Saint Cher, with her cunning and tenacity, showed everyone what an assassin's style truly is.

Wang Yuanyuan, with her unbelievable fighting style, demonstrated to everyone what a peak warrior who integrates offense and defense truly is.

She completely overturned the traditional stereotype of warriors as "separating offense and defense".

The combat philosophy that "the shield is the spear, and defense is offense" was deeply ingrained in the minds of every audience member present.

This battle, though a defeat, was still a glorious one!

The following matches became dull and uninteresting for the audience once again.

The battle for third place unfolded between Wang Yuanyuan and Yang Wenzhao.

however.

To everyone's surprise once again, as soon as the competition bell rang, Wang Yuanyuan decisively raised her hand and shouted, "I concede."

This sight made Ren Wokuang on the platform twitch his eyelids wildly, and even the beard on his chin trembled with anger.

"This girl... she's driving me crazy!"

"You fought your way through five checkpoints and defeated six generals, only to hand over the runner-up and third place titles that were within your grasp?"

"If the Palace Master finds out about this, he'll skin me alive!"

I was driven mad with rage, yet utterly helpless.

Next up is the championship match.

Li Hao vs. Saint Cai'er.

This match was even more predictable.

Putting aside the fact that Sheng Cai'er had expended a great deal of energy in her fierce battle with Wang Yuanyuan and her spiritual power had not yet fully recovered.

Facing the unfathomable, level-six Li Hao, she had no chance of winning whatsoever.

"I surrender."

Saint Cherrie wisely chose to give up.

She is not Wang Yuanyuan; she lacks that unwavering pride. An assassin's creed is to assess the situation and strike decisively.

When there's no opportunity, preserving strength is the wisest choice, except in special circumstances...

With this, all individual matches of this year's Demon Hunter Team Selection Tournament have concluded.

In the center of the Knights' Trial Arena, on the platform, Han Qian reappeared, his loud voice echoing throughout the arena.

"I hereby declare the individual competition of this year's Demon Hunter Guild Selection Tournament a complete success!"

The final rankings are as follows:

"The champion is Li Hao, from the Temple of Warriors!"

When the name was announced, the entire arena erupted in thunderous cheers. Countless young warriors, their faces flushed with excitement, raised their arms and shouted. This was the glory of their Warrior's Temple!

"The runner-up is Saint Cai'er from the Assassin's Temple!"

"Third place, from the Knights' Temple, Yang Wenzhao!"

This result was beyond everyone's expectation.

The Knights Temple, hailed as the biggest favorite to win the championship before the competition, ultimately only had Yang Wenzhao make it into the top three, taking third place.

The Warrior Temple, which had previously performed poorly or even been weak in individual competitions, has suddenly become a sensation.

Not only did Li Hao win the championship, but Wang Yuanyuan, a peerless genius who was honorable even in defeat, also emerged.

Besides, everyone knew perfectly well—

If Wang Yuanyuan hadn't voluntarily conceded defeat twice in a row, the Warrior Temple would probably have occupied two of the top three spots in this selection competition for the first time in history!
In an instant, countless gazes, filled with envy, jealousy, and awe, converged on the direction of the podium.

The fat old man, whose beard was trembling with laughter, let me be arrogant.

Han Qian cleared her throat, silencing the murmurs in the room, and continued her announcement:

"The individual competition is over, but this is just the beginning! Next, we will hold a more important roulette team formation ceremony!"

"All participants who have achieved a top-sixty ranking in this competition, please enter the venue immediately!"

As Han Qian finished speaking, young figures emerged from the rest areas of each temple and entered the arena.

They are the most elite group in this selection competition, and the future Temple Alliance will be protected by them.

Li Hao, Sheng Cai'er, Yang Wenzhao, Wang Yuanyuan... one familiar face after another stood at the front of the line.

Han Qian's gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Li Hao and his two companions, and he said in a deep voice:
"Li Hao, Sheng Cai'er, Yang Wenzhao. As the top three in this individual competition, you three have the right to choose one team member first."

"You can choose any one person from the fifty-seven people besides yourself to be your first partner in the future demon hunter team."

"However, there is one condition: the team member's profession cannot be the same as yours."

"Now, do you have any objections?"

Han Qian's voice was solemn and dignified, echoing in the silent arena.

Yang Wenzhao remained calm and shook his head slightly.

Saint Cai'er leaned on her bamboo cane, remaining silent, clearly having no objections.

All eyes instinctively turned to the champion, Li Hao.

Everyone is very curious about who this extraordinary genius who suddenly appeared will choose as his first teammate.
Is it Wang Yuanyuan, who has a close relationship with him and also comes from the Warrior's Temple? But the rules don't allow it!
Is he a summoner? A priest? Or a mage?

Just as tens of thousands of spectators and a host of dignitaries on the stage were holding their breath in anticipation.

Li Hao slowly raised his head, meeting Han Qian's gaze, and his calm and clear voice resounded throughout the entire venue.

"I have objections!"

These four words seem to possess some kind of strange magic.

They weren't loud, but like an invisible hammer, they slammed into the hearts of everyone in the Knights' Trial Grounds.

The cheers that had been erupting just moments before because of Li Hao's victory came to an abrupt halt.

Countless gazes converged into a tangible ocean, all focused on the tall, upright young man standing in the center of the arena.

Time seemed to be paused at this moment.

On the podium, Han Qian's dignified face showed a barely perceptible furrow of brow.

He has hosted many qualifying competitions and has never encountered a champion who publicly raised objections during the sacred roulette team formation process.

A look of surprise flashed across Yang Wenzhao's eyes; he had never expected Li Hao to do this.

Saint Cai'er's empty eyes also quietly turned towards Li Hao, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

The one with the strongest reaction was none other than Ren Wo Kuang, the deputy temple master of the Warrior's Temple.

The smile on his face froze instantly, and he sprang up from the chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his bulky body displaying an agility completely disproportionate to its size.

"What...what is this little brat trying to do?!"

Ren Wo Kuang's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

(End of this chapter)