Chapter Eighty-four: The Curtain Falls?

  Wei Wuming was also stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that Wei Hong would be so easily blown out of the scene by himself.

  "You guys think Wei Hong did it on purpose?" someone in the audience asked with a hint of doubt.

  "You're kidding! The first prize is so generous, how could Wei Hong do it on purpose?" Another person looked at the speaker with a dull expression and said calmly.

  "But why did Wei Hong get blown out of the arena as soon as he made his final move? I suspect he did it on purpose." someone argued discontentedly.

  No matter how others argued, in short, Wei Hong lost this round!

  Wei Xiangyang also looked at Wei Hong below the stage with a hint of confusion, then lightly coughed a few times before continuing: "The winner is Wei Wuming. The next match will be between Wei Wuming and Wei Ze. There will be a 10-minute break."

  "Wei Hong, what's wrong with you? Today's strength feels completely unlike yours?" Wei Ning asked with a hint of concern as she walked directly to Wei Hong's side.

  "Yes, Wei Hong, this first place is not only honorable but also comes with rich rewards. Moreover, being the champion will also bring you special attention and cultivation from our family in the future, just like Wei Fa. To be honest, although I'm the son of the family head, sometimes even I am not as valued as Wei Fa in his eyes."

  In the eyes of these few people, Wei Hong was absolutely foolish and stupid, so he deliberately failed to see the concerned expressions of several people. Wei Hong's mood also warmed slightly, and he smiled lightly: "I'm not that foolish, today, this is indeed my true strength."

  Wei Hong's voice was not intentionally lowered, so the other Wei family youths also heard it and one by one their eyes rolled around, unsure of what to think.

  Ten minutes later, the highlight of the show finally arrived. Everyone in their hearts guessed, not knowing whether Wei Wuming's gun intent was fierce or Wei Ze's sword intent was even more outstanding.

  "Last time, I lost to you. This time, you will fall under my sword." Wei Ze said with an extremely confident expression, his chest full of confidence.

  "I can defeat you once, so I can defeat you a second time." Wei Wuming's face was icy cold, gripping his long spear tightly, and said with a hint of arrogance.

  "A vast expanse of sword light." There was no need for further words, Wei Ze directly launched his sword move, striking towards Wei Wuming.

  A vast expanse of sword light directly rushed towards Wei Wuming, who also revealed a hint of solemnity on his face. In a deep voice, he shouted: "Man and spear as one."

  As Wei Wuming's voice fell, he merged with his silver gun once again, and it began to spin in place, dispelling all the sword lights that Wei Ze had attacked him with.

  "Poison Dragon Drill." Wei Wuming counterattacked directly, his long spear thrusting out in a spiral motion, aiming straight for Wei Ze's throat.

  "Broken Sword Style."

  Wei Ze let out a low shout and directly parried Wei Wuming's long spear, after which the two violently clashed before separating once again.

  At first, both of them were probing attacks, neither of whom had used their strongest attack. However, after the probe was over, both of them understood that if they didn't use their true moves, even if they fought until tomorrow, they wouldn't be able to determine the winner.

  Only seeing, Wei Wuming, three parts of gun intent were displayed in an instant, his whole body was surrounded by dynamic fog, the gun intent was horizontal and vertical, tightly grasping the long gun, like a killing god descending to the world.

  Wei Ze's face showed a faint smile, his sword intent unfolded, his eyes were like swords, and his long sword pointed at Wei Wuming from afar. All the sword energy was surrounded by him.

  "Go!"

  The two men simultaneously let out a soft cry, and the intent of their guns and swords directly clashed violently in mid-air. Meanwhile, underground, Wei Wuming and Wei Ze were also fighting with neither able to gain the upper hand.

  "Condensing Gun Technique."

  Just as the gun intent was about to disperse, Wei Wuming's face turned ferocious and he roared in anger. All the gun intent recondensed and attacked Wei Ze directly.

  "Sword energy surges." Wei Ze's face also changed slightly at this time, and he re-condensed the sword energy around him, directly attacking Wei Wuming.

  Wei Wuming's long spear, like a long dragon, directly attacked Wei Ze, while Wei Ze's long sword swung out with thousands of sword energies to resist.

  The game was intense and closely contested, but off the court, it was also a thrilling spectacle. Wei Ning gazed at the situation on the field and suddenly turned to ask Wei Hong: "Wei Hong, who do you think will win?"

  "With twenty moves, Wei Wuming should win." Wei Hong said with a hint of affirmation.

  Because Wei Hong's voice was slightly low, others didn't hear it, but Wei Ning asked in confusion: "I see that Wei Ze is still slightly superior on the field, how can he lose?"

  Wei Hong smiled faintly: "The real upper hand is being calm and unhurried. What you see is only Wei Ze's nominal upper hand, but in fact, Wei Wuming's cultivation is higher than Wei Ze's, and his experience is rich. If this continues, how can Wei Ze not lose?"

  As if to prove Wei Hong's words, in the 18th round, Wei Ze was directly knocked out of the arena. With Wei Ze's defeat, the first, second and third places in this competition were also determined.

  However, the competition was not over yet. Wei Xiangyang said, "Tomorrow morning, rewards will be given to the top three winners. However, if you think you have a chance, you can directly challenge any of the top three tomorrow."

  As Wei Xiangyang's last words faded away, the crowd finally dispersed. Wei Wuming and Wei Ze simultaneously arrived at Wei Hong's side, both with inquiring expressions. Apparently, both of them had fought against Wei Hong and could tell that Wei Hong seemed to have held back his full strength.

  "Never mind, losing is just losing. Besides, your win was indeed fair and square, I didn't have the interest to give up either. Alright, I still have things to do, so I'll take my leave first." Wei Hong directly cut off what Wei Ze and Wei Wuming were about to say, then turned around and left with Xiao Ye together.

  "Did he go all out?" Wei Ze muttered, while on the side, Wei Wuming also had a puzzled expression. He had fought with Wei Hong before, and his strength was absolutely not just this much.

  "Master, I'm sorry, it's all my fault again." Back in the wooden house, Xiaoye said with tears in her eyes.

  "Alright, what does this have to do with you? Those two bastards were originally targeting me anyway. It's just that I didn't think it through thoroughly. And you're my person, no matter how much trouble you cause, I'll take care of it for you. Otherwise, how can I be your young master?" Seeing Xiaoye about to cry again, Wei Hong hastily stopped her and said with a slightly arrogant tone.

  Wei Hong declined Wei Zhen's invitation, and Wei Zhen did not force him. In Wei Zhen's view, Wei Hong might be feeling depressed because he lost the first and second places.

  After a simple meal, Wei Hong began his cultivation. Today, he had eaten a bit too many Qi Breath Pills and needed to digest them quickly, otherwise the residual medicinal effects would be harmful to his body.

  "One night's time should be enough for me to fully recover, but my strength is too weak. If Wei Fa hadn't been careless, I'm afraid it would have been me who died." At this moment, Wei Hong urgently needed to increase his strength, so he closed his eyes, put aside other distracting thoughts, and calmly began to cultivate.

  One night passed without incident. The next day, Wei Hong gently opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, and his complexion returned to normal.

  "Hmm." Wei Hong stood up and gently spat out a mouthful of turbid air, finally recovering normally.

  He got up, simply washed his face, and then went to the martial arts arena with Xiaoye. Although Wei Hong only got third place, he had learned to be content with what he had, and didn't have any dissatisfaction.

  For some reason, Wei Hong felt that the gazes of these young men from the Wei family were not very friendly, but he didn't take it to heart.

  In the martial arts arena, after waiting for a while, Wei Xiangyang finally arrived and shouted in a deep voice: "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge? If not, we will start distributing prizes."

  "Elder Wei, I want to challenge Wei Hong for third place."

  As soon as Wei Xiangyang's voice fell, a loud and clear voice sounded from below.