Wang Ziwei had no intention of answering at all. He slowly raised his hands and held the sword in front of his chest.
"Clang!" The sword was unsheathed. Wang Ziwei quietly stared at the green blade sword in his hand. He raised his left hand and gently stroked it. He murmured something in his mouth. The anger on his face was gradually replaced by affection.
Seeing this, Song Ruifeng was slightly stunned. Then he mocked, "Idiot. Don't tell me you have fallen in love with your sword?"
"Sword maniac?" Fang Chen pondered for a moment and frowned. "No! He should not have completely entered the state of mania."
At this moment, Wang Ziwei moved. The face that was originally replaced by affection and was now full of indifference.
"Clang... Clang..." The sounds of sword blades colliding rose and fell one after another. A three-foot green blade was now being used by Wang Ziwei as if it were a chopper.
The two people on the stage fought back and forth, evenly matched. Originally, Wang Ziwei was a little weaker. Through a series of fierce attacks, he now faintly took the upper hand.
"Little junior brother, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
Looking at Yun Qianqian's interested look, Fang Chen said indifferently, "Song Ruifeng."
"Ah?" Hearing Fang Chen's certainty, Yun Qianqian was slightly stunned. "I think Wang Ziwei can win."
"Sure! With such a big advantage, it would be strange if Wang Ziwei lost!"
"That's right! What first and fourth places? There's so much water!"
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Listening to the discussions around him full of disdain, Fang Chen smiled and shook his head, not caring at all.
The battle in the Heaven and Earth Gate made Fang Chen understand one thing. Many people cannot view themselves and others from an objective perspective. All their lives, they are just blindly following those so-called mainstream in the mouths of the public. After a lifetime of fruitless efforts, they leave with regret.
At this time, the originally evenly matched battle on the martial arts arena was gradually changing.
"What's wrong? Run out of strength?" Song Ruifeng looked at Wang Ziwei playfully.
After all the series of fierce attacks were received, Wang Ziwei, who had exhausted too much physical strength, gasped for breath and looked at Song Ruifeng. A flash of coldness appeared in his eyes. He swung his sword forward again.
"Clang!" The two swords intersected. Originally, Song Ruifeng was just parrying. At this time, the long sword in his hand suddenly swung. Taking advantage of the gap when Wang Ziwei was knocked back, he quickly thrust out three swords, one faster than the other.
The tip of the sword in the pupil grew larger and larger. Wang Ziwei quickly swung his sword to block. Unexpectedly, the expected sound of collision did not ring out. Only a sharp pain in his arm and right shoulder hit him.
There were exclamations from the audience. Looking at the calmness on Fang Chen's face, there was a trace of complexity in Yun Qianqian's eyes.
"You..." Wang Ziwei covered the wound on his right shoulder, full of shock and anger.
"What are you? You waste. I was just playing with you. Want to beat me? Dream on." After Song Ruifeng finished speaking, he walked down the arena directly.
"I... Pfft!" A large mouthful of blood spurted out. After barely stabilizing his swaying body, the look in Wang Ziwei's eyes as he looked at Song Ruifeng's back was full of an unyielding will to the death.
Li Lanfeng quickly walked onto the martial arts arena. Just as he was about to hand over the healing medicine in his hand, Wang Ziwei staggered down the martial arts arena.
Sighing softly, the consistent smile on Li Lanfeng's face also faded a lot. "Please invite Zhang Kuang, the second place, to come on stage and draw an opponent."
Zhang Kuang, who quickly stepped onto the martial arts arena, handed the sign he drew to Li Lanfeng and then stood quietly aside.
"Please invite Li Shaozhi, the third place, to come on stage."
The two looked at each other and nodded slightly. Then the battle started again.
Looking at the evenly matched situation on the stage again, Yun Qianqian glanced at Fang Chen. The corner of her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't know how to speak.
"I don't know who will win either." Fang Chen looked at the battle on the martial arts arena as if talking to himself.