Chapter One Hundred: The Last Hope

  "Yu Mei, you lost." Zheng Jian slowly raised his head, smiling gloomily, a hint of sinister color appearing on his pale face.

  "Wow!"

  The entire square was in an uproar, with voices of discussion rising from all sides!

  Everyone could see that although Zheng Jian had suffered a serious injury, his condition was still much better than Mu Han Yu's.

  Bang!

  Mou Yuntang's large hands grasping the teacup finally lost control of his emotions, and the entire teacup was pinched to pieces, turning into powder.

  Zheng Nan's face was calm and revealed a joyful expression. Defeating Mu Han Yu also meant that the championship of the Qingying Competition had already been secured in their pocket. As for Song Ping and Mu Feng, although they were quite strong, they still couldn't be compared to Zheng Jian.

  On the main stage, Mu Yun Tang and Mu Chuan Dao had gloomy faces. Although their defeat was expected, Mu Han Yu's loss meant that all of the Mu Clan's hopes were now pinned on Mu Feng.

  If Mu Feng was also eliminated, then this year's Qingying Competition would be even more humiliating than the last one. After all, last time Mu Han Yu still managed to get second place. This time, if no one from the Mu clan even made it to the finals, the Mu clan would definitely lose face.

  "Jade sister, I admit you're very strong, but you're still no match for me. Admit defeat yourself!"

  Zheng Jian looked at Mu Han Yu opposite him, also somewhat surprised in his heart. He hadn't expected the latter to be able to launch such a stunning attack. Fortunately, he had interrupted her in time, so that Mu Han Yu's "Ice God Descends" didn't fully unleash its power in the brief moment of chaos. Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't still be standing on the stage like this.

  Mu Han Yu's body trembled slightly, but a fierce glint flashed across her face as she said, "Zheng Jian, you think you can win me like this? You're thinking too simply!"

  "Your current situation is obvious to everyone present, do you want to force me to destroy the flowers with my own hands? This is not what I wanted to see." Zheng Jian said with a smile, his eyes flashing with a hint of lust.

  As for Mu Han Yu, he had fantasized about her many times, but considering her identity, Zheng Jian also had a thief's heart but not the courage.

  "This son of a bitch, I'll kill him." Mu Han Qing stared at the scene, furious and jumped up, wanting to rush into the center of the square.

  "What are you doing? The trial hasn't ended yet!" Mu Feng hastily stopped her, pressing her back into her seat.

  "I won't let him bully Mu Han Yu." Mu Han Qing and Mu Han Yu had a very good relationship, seeing Zheng Jian bullying Mu Han Yu made her extremely angry, her eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire.

  "Calm down, trust Han Yu sister." Murong Feng gently patted her fragrant shoulder, comforting her.

  "Don't blame me then!" Zheng Jian saw that Mu Han Yu was not admitting defeat, the mysterious power marks on his palms gradually brightened, emitting a faint wave of mysterious energy. Although this wave was much weaker than before, it still posed a great threat to Mu Han Yu.

  Her teeth clenched tightly, a stubborn look appeared on her face, she absolutely would not admit defeat so easily.

  "Wait, Mochizuki admits defeat!"

  Moyuntang suddenly stood up from the main stage and said faintly.

  At this time, he also had to stand up. With Mu Han Yu's current state, she was completely unable to withstand Zheng Jian's attack. If anything were to happen to her, he would not be able to explain himself to Patriarch Mu Qian Lang. He knew that Mu Qian Lang doted on his granddaughter extremely.

  Since Muyu Tang has spoken, Zheng Jian naturally cannot attack again. He immediately dispersed the Xuanli Guangyin and said to Muhanyu: "Sister Yu, I concede."

  The defeat of Mu Han Yu also means that the championship of this Qingying Competition has fallen into the hands of Mingyuetang ahead of time. No one thinks that Song Ping and Mu Feng can be Zheng Jian's opponents.

  Zheng Jian, still deservedly the first among the younger generation of Mocheng!

  Zheng Nan on the stage smiled and said: "Mu Changlao, I'm sorry, my son has offended you, please forgive him."

  "Don't be too happy yet, Zheng Jian hasn't won the championship!" Mu Yuntang's face sank, and he said coldly, shifting his gaze to a figure in the distance.

  Admire the wind! I don't know if this young man can turn the tide!

  Although Mu Yundang and Mu Chengzhi had deep grievances, at this moment when it came to the interests and face of their clan, he also put aside his hatred in his heart and hoped that Mu Feng could create a miracle.

  Before Mu Feng and Song Ping's match, due to the severe damage of the arena, it also delayed some time, a new arena was rebuilt.

  The second match, Mu Feng vs Song Ping!

  "Mu Feng, this time it's all up to you!" Mu Han Yu said softly to Mu Feng before going on stage.

  "Mu Feng, you must work harder! If you lose, I won't forgive you!" Mu Han Qing said fiercely to Mu Feng while supporting the somewhat weak Mu Han Yu.

  "Don't worry, I'll definitely win." Murong Feng said with a faint smile, then strode towards the competition stage in the center of the arena.

  "Han Yu sister, do you think he will win?" Mu Hanqing said with some concern as she gazed at the slightly gaunt figure.

  "I believe him!"

  Mou Yuntang and others looked at Mou Feng on the stage, their hearts were also a little nervous. The only hope of the Mou clan was now completely pinned on that thin figure. Although the hope was slim, it still made them look forward to it, what if a miracle happened?

  Zheng Nan closed his eyes, ignoring the two people on stage, and actually meditated. He really wasn't interested in Mu Feng and Song Ping's competition, although they were not weak, but from their performance over the past few days, they were far inferior to Mu Han Yu.

  Qing Lang Bang's leader Song Xiuzhen surprisingly also had a relaxed expression, calmly sipping the tea in front of her, as if she was certain that Song Ping would win.

  Mu Kun, Mu Cheng, Mu Lie and others who have a past with Mu Feng are also watching him with complicated emotions. At this moment when the honor of their clan is at stake, they also hope that Mu Feng can laugh last.

  "Brother Mofeng, we meet again!" Song Ping's face was filled with a smile, but within that smile, there was a hint of chill.

  On that day, Mu Feng, under the watchful eyes of everyone, didn't give him any face, making Song Ping feel extremely embarrassed. He, who had always been flattered by the crowd, couldn't bear this kind of humiliation. When it was found out that Mu Feng was a member of the Mu clan, although he was the young master of the Qing Lang gang, he didn't dare to take revenge.

  However, at the Qingying competition, since they met each other, they can also vent their anger recklessly in front of everyone.

  Mo Feng naturally also sensed the chill in Song Ping's tone, but only let out a cold hum. Although Song Ping's strength had reached the peak of the Hua Qi realm, Mo Feng sensed that he was just barely entering this realm and was confident that with his own strength, he still had the power to fight one more battle.

  Jianmu Feng actually ignored him, Song Ping's anger surged, a powerful aura burst out from his body.

  Mo Feng felt the aura on Song Ping's body and his face also turned solemn.

  Although ignoring Song Ping's nonsense, Mu Feng still didn't dare to underestimate his strength. After all, those who could stand on this trial platform were the top strong young people in Mocheng.

  The war is about to break out!