On the ground, Ji Tianchen appeared behind a headless statue, raised his head and looked up at the sky. Through the flying objects in the sky, he vaguely captured the sword intent that soared into the sky.

"He actually went upstream and successfully approached the monster's body. I lost this game."

Ji Tianchen felt no turmoil in his heart for this result.

From the moment Zhang Qingyang saw through his secret of cultivation, the victory or defeat was decided in this peak duel.

Even if his cultivation is more pure and profound, his practical experience is richer and more diverse, and his knowledge is more complex, he can compare who can perform better in battle and output more efficiently.

Zhang Qingyang seemed immature in many aspects, and even had the intention to do so without intention. Ji Tianchen was sure to cut him under the sword, but in this arena, at least he had the advantage.

The so-called mistake in one step will lead to a complete set of searches.

Ji Tianchen has always been self-conceived and made complete plans. Unexpectedly, he took a look at Zhang Qingyang first, and then failed to make moves. He was repeatedly broken through the limit of his visual sense by his wonderful performance.

This sense of frustration is very new to Ji Tianchen.

He has never lost since he was a child, and he asked himself that there are few people in the world who can compete with him, but he didn't expect to meet Zhang Qingyang with such an anomaly.

"Okay, since he is an anomaly, it means that this world is not unchangeable. The secrets of heaven are hard to predict, and isn't it a time for wise men to do things?"

Ji Tianchen felt relieved, smiled slightly, and simply leaned against the statue's body and hugged his arms and looked lively.

Zhang Qingyang was not as relaxed and comfortable as he did his best to cut out a sword. The sword intent first broke the monster's "thighs" connecting the light spots. After the light lost contact with the subject, it contracted and hid in the falling limbs.

"Where to run!"

Zhang Qingyang spent so much effort, but it was not just an amputation surgery for the monster's main body.

He chased the falling limbs, his body and sword merged into a golden red light, and he did not hesitate to fit into the light spot gossip.

The next moment, the monster tried to hit him with a mental storm.

Zhang Qingyang's whole body condensed into one blood, and waited for the impact to sweep over and suddenly exploded.

This time, he used the move of the Eight-Wild Sword to scatter a sword light like lightning toward the surrounding area, instantly cutting off the silk thread links of thousands of light spots, and then swept and pulled them wildly, dragging them into the inner universe.

The remaining limbs of the monster that were hit in a row could not react at all, and allowed him to penetrate into his body and wantonly divide and devour his mental power. The defensive intention was activated too slowly and could not keep up with Zhang Qingyang's movements.

Another sword light flashed, Zhang Qingyang broke out of the barrier, and felt that the inner universe was swelling and seemed to be overwhelmed.

He moved several times in succession and rushed out hundreds of meters. He turned around and looked at the remains of the monster and found that he had lost the name of gravel tiles. It turned into a huge ball of light that was flashing and had a diameter of at least a few dozen meters. The strong fluctuations of the out-of-control leak represented an incomprehensible pure mental power, which was far more than the dozens of wish beads in his pocket.

"What a big piece of fat!"

Zhang Qingyang was so envious. If he had eaten all of this, digested and absorbed it, his mental power would probably soar into the sky, surpassing the Tianyue-level powerhouse, and comparable to the Qingqiu-level!

This scene clearly fell into the eyes of all the big guys on the rostrum.

The head of the organizing committee shook his head and laughed: "This little guy is insatiable and he is simply not a son of man."

Dean Zhang defended his students in a divine manner: "You have sent the fat to the gourmets, and they have the ability to cut and digest, so why don't they eat it? Could it be that the shop owner is still afraid that the big-bellied man will come to the door?"

"The problem is, this diner in your family doesn't pay for it."

"And, he can't finish it."

"Well, no matter how amazing a genius is, when facing the crushing of absolute strength, it is impossible to break through without limits."

"It is difficult to swallow the remaining limbs, let alone the original body. If you continue to kill, the monster will explode with its body."

The head of the organizing committee nodded and waved his hand to the host: "Let's just stop here."

"Ah? Oh!"

The host didn't understand what the puzzle they were fighting, and immediately ended the game as instructed. With a volume of light and shadow, Zhang Qingyang, who was preparing to face the fierce attack of the monster, and Ji Tianchen, who was watching, all out of the virtual battlefield.

The three-dimensional image turned into light rain and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The audience stared for a moment, and then started to roar.

The host shouted loudly that the game was over, no matter what they were arguing, that was it.

However, when the stadium reappeared in front of everyone, it had become a huge podium.

Zhang Qingyang stood in the middle with an inexplicable look on his face. He heard the host dragging the door and shouting: "The winner of this game is also the champion of this competition. The undisputed new generation leader, Nanling Academy Pet Beast Branch, senior brother, Zhang—Qing—Yang——!"

"Why?" The crowd continued to clamor.

"Because Zhang Qingyang obviously took the lead and performed better when confronting his opponents or monsters. What we humans need to cultivate is a genius who can deal with monsters, not a genius who is good at internal fighting. It is obvious that in the final battle, Zhang Qingyang's comprehensive ability will be better!" The leader of the organizing committee stood up and explained, and then left the audience with a long time to think.

Some viewers recognized his views, but many people did not.

But no matter what, Zhang Qingyang's performance was indeed better. Although everyone did not agree with the way of ending, they did not seem to have a high opposition to his victory result.

No matter how dissatisfied the gamblers were, how frightened the final battle was, the game was finally over.

Zhang Qingyang was a little confused. Why did he decide the winner?

But when I turned around, I found Ji Tianchen was not far away, with a sincere smile on his stereotyped face and slowly applauding without any resentment.

This is acknowledging his victory!

Immediately afterwards, all the contestants were sent to the venue.

There is no record of the first, second and third place, the winner is just one, gathering all the eager eyes.

Zhang Qingyang pondered for a moment, then felt relieved, without hiding his pleasure in his heart, raised the rat bone sword high, let out a loud whistle, expressing his feelings directly!

"I am the leader, I won!"

His shouts were deliberately amplified, allowing hundreds of thousands of viewers to hear them clearly.

Many people cursed unhappy, and most of them sincerely expressed their congratulations.

In any case, even though Zhang Qingyang is not from the imperial capital, he is a real pride of human beings.

His performance is enough to bear this glory. On the battlefield of human beings against sandworms, such excellent geniuses need to play a role.

The ending is decided, and people just need to cheer and celebrate. Let’s put the differences between the portals and the countryside aside for the time being.

Applause, cheers, cheers, and celebrations gather together into a sea.

Zhang Qingyang relaxed his heart and enjoyed it all, wandering in the vast ocean of will that gathered countless minds and spirits, washing away the scars brought by fighting along the way, and tempering a more pure faith and will.

The great power belongs to its own world, and the reverence and praise of hundreds of thousands of people is enough to ignite the fire of God and revive a god.

At this moment, Zhang Qingyang felt the rapid growth of his true self, and no longer doubted.
Chapter completed!