Chapter 1141: If No One Comes

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As Yu Xi's announcement rang out, Na Liang had been forced back, his near-god body shattered, his wolf totem extinguished.

Only a small, shrunken figure remained, fallen to the ground.

Suffering, yet powerless.

This feeling...

Like... lying alone on the grassland, waiting to rot.

So tired.

Na Liang thought vaguely. Why was he abandoned on the grassland in the first place?

No one knew that even as an infant, he already possessed a vague capacity for thought.

This "past life wisdom" was considered evil in the teachings of the Cangtu Divine Temple, because it was "contrary to the world" and should be burned in fire.

So he had never revealed it.

Although this "past life wisdom" did not bring any useful memories, it merely allowed him to start thinking earlier than others. There were plenty of confused people in their eighties and nineties; his wisdom was not much greater than many.

Only...

Only he remembered, vaguely remembered.

When he was still an infant.

That feeling of hunger, powerlessness, and waiting to die. Just like now.

Only there was no longer that mother wolf, that "mother," licking him warmly.

So be it.

I tried very hard to survive...

Amidst the blood covering his head and face, the green light in Na Liang's eyes faded.

In his final模糊 consciousness, he felt warmth.

"Victor! Qi's Chong Xuanzun!" Yu Xi announced.

Chong Xuanzun relaxed his fist and slowly stood up.

The brilliant light source within him dimmed.

The moonlit scene vanished from the arena, the dense wolf-ghosts also faded into the darkness, and then, along with the darkness...

Receded.

Chong Xuanzun turned and walked towards his now dim sun wheel. His left hand was covered with a layer of moonlight, as if holding a piece of white cloth, and he slowly and methodically wiped away the bloodstains on his right fist.

When the moonlight receded, his fist became clean and fair again.

His fingers spread out, forming a beautiful and powerful arc.

He reached out and grasped the sun wheel. The light of the Five Divine Abilities wrapped around the sun wheel, restoring its radiance.

Everyone watched him, some admiring, some marveling.

It turned out that the strength of the Heavenly Mansion was not only in its five prefectures and five divine abilities, but the Heavenly Mansion itself was a powerful force.

It wasn't until Yu Xi's announcement rang out again that many people realized that other battles were still ongoing in the arena.

"Victor, Jing's Zhongshan Weisun!"

As expected, Zhongshan Weisun, representing Jing, defeated Li's Fan Wushu.

This rather legendary talent, who came from a small country, ultimately failed to go further.

But entering the top eight of the Yellow River Meeting was a result that Li had never achieved since its founding!

This result meant that they had obtained the qualification to enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Whether to develop it themselves or exchange this qualification with other countries was their own business.

At least, they had choices.

Often, people do not fear hardship; what makes them fearful is the absence of hope.

Having choices was something that many countries only dreamed of!

After the great battle ended, Zhongshan Weisun stood on the martial arts platform, looking around calmly, ready to receive the eager gazes from all directions.

Judging from the battle just now, he felt that he had performed very well.

Fan Wushu was by no means an ordinary opponent. He had a variety of techniques, a firm will, and extremely high combat talent... Zhongshan Weisun had fought steadily, step by step consolidating his advantage, and with a magnificent formation, secured the victory.

Although the scene did not look particularly dazzling, it was because he had anticipated flaws in advance, causing Fan Wushu's attacks to be fruitless multiple times. This was the essence of great skill appearing simple, plain and unadorned.

As the saying goes, those skilled in battle achieve no famous feats.

Given the assembly of talents at the Yellow River Meeting, there must be quite a few discerning eyes. They would surely recognize his excellence.

But after a "casual" glance around...

He noticed that not many people were watching him.

Only from the Spectator team of the Mu Kingdom came cheers, but they were scattered and lacked momentum.

Had they not eaten?

He was just thinking.

Yu Xi's urging voice already reached his ears: "Mu Kingdom's talent, please leave the stage and prepare for the next round of the main competition!"

Looking again, the other victors were already standing below the stage. Some were adjusting their breathing, some were resting, some were recovering... Only he was standing there in a daze.

And he was the slowest to finish.

Zhongshan Weisun smiled, straightened his attire, and then flew down from the stage.

Regardless of whether anyone was watching, regardless of how others viewed him, the demeanor of the Zhongshan clan could not be lost!

Almost as soon as he flew away, the four martial arts platforms began to rumble and move, as if driving him away.

After all, the dharma appearances of the six Supremes had all descended upon the River Observation Platform, and indeed no one had the patience to wait for him to fully display his grace.

Zhongshan Weisun landed awkwardly, turned his head, and watched as the four martial arts platforms gradually merged into one before him.

Within the entire World Stage, only this one martial arts platform remained.

Two more battles would be held on this martial arts platform.

The top four would be divided into two pairs, and two victors would be determined successively, who would then compete for the championship on this platform.

As for who was third and who was fourth, it was not important.

Throughout the history of the Yellow River Meeting, no one had ever cared about the battle of the losers.

The top four of the Outer Building stage of the Yellow River Meeting, in the order in which their positions were determined, were Chu's Dou Zhao, Wei's Yan Shaofei, Qi's Chong Xuanzun, and Jing's Zhongshan Weisun.

These four individuals were the four most talented among all the Outer Building talents in the various countries of the world.

There was no need to mention how Gan Chang'an unfortunately met Dou Zhao early, or how Na Liang encountered Chong Xuanzun, or how they could have done this or that otherwise.

Excuses are excuses for the weak; for talents, they are humiliation.

Stopping at the top eight was the final outcome for Gan Chang'an and Na Liang.

Regret or pain, it was all the same.

Yu Xi reached out and pointed, and the scroll-like light curtain unfurled again above the martial arts platform.

Even the most beautiful woman in Chu, Ye Lan'er, watched the light curtain intently, anticipating the allocation results.

The names of the four Outer Building talents mixed together on the light curtain for a while.

Then, they stopped.

Jing's Zhongshan Weisun against Wei's Yan Shaofei.

Chu's Dou Zhao against Qi's Chong Xuanzun.

"Alas," Ye Lan'er sighed softly.

That slight frown had already broken many hearts.

For the vast majority of the spectators present, this was undoubtedly a regrettable pairing result.

In the previous rounds of the main competition, Chu's Dou Zhao and Qi's Chong Xuanzun were undoubtedly the two most outstanding talents, and it could even be said that their performance was in a league of its own. It would have been the ideal plot for them to meet at the peak and compete for supremacy.

Now that the two hot favorites for the championship were colliding early, it was inevitably regrettable.

But the rules of the main competition were thus, and no one could change them.

In contrast, the people of Jing present were undoubtedly relieved.

Zhongshan Weisun was simply the chosen one! Every step of the way, he had the best draw luck.

Not to mention the first round against the talent from the Northwest Five Nations Alliance, in the second round against Fan Wushu, the only talent from a small country in the top eight, and in the third round, he again avoided the two most dazzling peerless talents and faced the only talent from a non-hegemonic country among the top four.

Fighting all the way to now, he had barely revealed any strength and had consumed very little. There was a strong tendency to save his trump cards for the end.

If this wasn't chosen by heaven, what was?

"Damn it," even the Grand Commander of the骁qi Cavalry, Xiahou Lie, couldn't help but mutter, "Did a fire break out on the ancestral grave mountain of the Zhongshan family?"

This was more than just smoke rising!

"Cough," the stern-looking Murong Longqie quickly intervened, "National destiny, national destiny."

He was so exhausted. One Huang Shelizi was already unreliable, and now what was wrong with General Xiahou?

How could he talk about his own talent like that?

Others had no confidence in your talent, and you yourself said he relied on luck?

Although it was said in jest, and although they all knew that Zhongshan Weisun absolutely possessed the strength to contend for the championship.

But for the dignified Grand Commander of the 骁qi Cavalry to say such words, to be so unrestrained... Wouldn't it be a laughing matter if it got out?

The dharma appearances of the six Supremes were all present!

Xiahou Lie finally realized his slip of the tongue and smoothed things over: "It's both luck and strength. Luck is also strength!"

Regardless of people's expectations, the final two battles of the Outer Building stage were ultimately about to begin.

The first battle to begin was between Zhongshan Weisun, the legitimate grandson of Zhongshan Yanwen, the Great General of the Eagle Striding Guard of Jing, and Yan Shaofei, the wandering warrior of Wei.

From origin, status, resources, influence... in all aspects, this was a disparity of a match.

And Chong Xuanzun and Dou Zhao, who remained below the stage waiting for the next battle, very tacitly sat down cross-legged on the spot and closed their eyes to adjust their breathing.

Clearly, they only regarded each other as opponents and only sought to quickly recover to their peak state, showing no interest in the current battle.

This was truly arrogant.

But no one felt that they were unworthy of such behavior; their previous performance was enough to conquer the audience.

The spectators in the circular grandstand, with the exception of those from Jing and Wei, were also noticeably lacking in interest.

But no matter how others viewed it, no matter how little it was anticipated.

For the two individuals standing on this remaining, sole martial arts platform.

This was a battle that would decide their fate.

This was their own... battle of honor.

If someone was watching, they had to fight with all their might.

If no one was watching, they also had to fight with all their might.