"Very good. If you can figure out the principle of victory or defeat by yourself, our trip will not be in vain."

Xiao Shitong patted Wang Mu Kuanhou's shoulder and praised: "The road to the peak has never been smooth sailing. We always have to go through setbacks and hardships. Thinking about the past, didn't I lose to Du Huaizhen? And I lost much worse than you. Is it different now?"

Wang Mu opened his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Actually, if you can win, the disciple really doesn't want to lose."

When Xiao Shitong heard Wang Mu say this, he also laughed.

"Who wants to lose?"

Xiao Shitong withdrew his palm and still carried it behind her back. Looking at Lin Chong's proudly standing figure on the ring, a deep emotion appeared in his old eyes: "But this is life."

Wang Mu was speechless.

In fact, he was not as calm as he seemed on the surface.

In front of the world's warriors, Lin Chong was defeated by Lin Chong with a destructive force and did not even have the power to fight back. It would be strange that he could remain calm.

Wang Mu actually didn't care much about the outcome. He just felt that he lost too simply. If he did it again, he would definitely do better.

Because of this, Wang Mu's heart was always filled with a faint reluctance.

But what if you are unwilling to give up?

If you are not as good as others, you should know shame and be brave. He is not like those idiots who are ignorant of themselves. Even if he loses, he still makes various excuses for himself.

Besides, it is not embarrassing to lose to Lin Chong.

After all, Lin Chong is recognized as the strongest person in the younger generation, with amazing glorious achievements. Since his debut, he has experienced dozens of battles and has never lost.

"Next time, I must win!"

Wang Mu clenched his fists, barely cheered up, and secretly made up his mind.

On the right side of the ring.

Pang Jun, Zhou Humu, Fu Qinghou, Wang Shuye, Zhang Donglai and other senior officials of the Wu League formed two or three small groups and exchanged opinions in a low voice.

Zhou Humu, who was gray-haired and energetic, looked relaxed, had a smile on his lips, and his eyes looked at Lin Chong full of appreciation and admiration.

Pang Jun stood next to Zhou Humu, his face covered with beard, without obvious emotions. The tiger's eyes opened and closed, and there was a faint glow.

"We did not support the wrong person." Zhou Humu raised his right hand, stroked the gray beard under his chin, withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to Pang Jun.

Upon hearing this, Pang Jun nodded slightly: "Yes."

"I just didn't expect that his martial arts were so brilliant."

Zhou Humu sighed, and felt that the younger generation of the Yangtze River pushed the older generation of waves, and the new generation replaced the old ones: "Not to mention Wang Hongfu, after all, she did not show her true strength, but Wang Mu was defeated so simply, which was really shocking."

Pang Jun wrapped his arms around his chest, glanced at Zhou Humu's old face, and said in a deep voice: "I support Lin Chong, not because of his martial arts."

"oh?"

"Lin Chong is the one chosen by the leader. I believe in the leader's vision, that's all."

"I see."

Zhou Humu nodded thoughtfully, then laughed: "Coincidentally, my thoughts are the same as you, the only difference is that you are taking the initiative, and I am entrusted by others."

Pang Jun raised his eyebrows and said straight to the point: "Can you ask you Master Qin?"

Zhou Humu smiled but said nothing about Pang Jun's speculation.

“No wonder.”

A question buried in Pang Jun's heart was answered. He put down his hands, dusted the dust that did not exist on his sleeve, and said lightly: "It seems that Master Qin likes Lin Chong very much. He has clearly retired from the world and does not care about the world. He has also drawn a clear line with the leader. For him, he is willing to break the rules he set."

"I owe Brother Qin a favor. I thought I would never have the chance to repay him in my life. Now I can help him with a little bit of it, of course I have no choice."

Zhou Humu smiled calmly and said seriously: "In addition, after the new leader takes office, I should retire. Brother Pang, please remember your original intention and not be tragic with some people."

When saying this, Zhou Humu did not deliberately lower the volume, so that the other senior officials of the Martial Alliance nearby heard it.

They exchanged their eyes secretly, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.

Even with Du Huaizhen, the invincible Martial Saint of Gangjin, the martial arts alliance, it is far from being a solid piece of iron.

Fu Qinghou, the head of the Earth Inspection Institute, was surrounded by several senior officials, with his legs slightly separated, his hands folded his sleeves, his expression calmly and unwaveringly exuded the demeanor of a top-level strongman.

As one of the three chariots in the Wu League that run side by side with Pang Jun and Xu Jing, Fu Qinghou's influence is even stronger than Zhou Humu, who served as the head of the Tianzi Inspection Institute.

Moreover, because the leader Du Huaizhen has been in seclusion for many years and does not care about the world, he simply let go of his hands and feet to expand his power and operate the Earth Inspection Institute like an iron barrel, even the two deputy leaders cannot intervene.

At this moment, hearing Zhou Humu pointing at the other side, a sneer appeared on the corner of Fu Qinghou's mouth.

But in front of many warriors, he certainly would not be stupid enough to argue with Zhou Humu. He simply closed his eyes, ignored him and just farted on the other party's words.

On the other side.

Di Yuncheng, Huo Lengmei, Yan Dongyue, Ouyang Chun, Huang Zhen and other strong men gathered together and looked excited.

They had already boarded Lin Chong's ship, and Lin Chong and both prospered and suffered losses.

The stronger the power Lin Chong showed, the greater the confidence to become the leader of the Martial Alliance, the happier they naturally became.

Next to Yan Dongyue, there was a woman with an elegant temperament and beautiful appearance. She could not tell the specific age, but her aura was very strong, even more than Yan Dongyue.

This woman is Yan Dongyue’s best friend, Lou Ying, the head of the North League of Wumeng.

It is worth mentioning that in the previous vote, Lou Ying voted for Lin Chong. Because of this, Lin Chong tied with Wang Mu and Zhao Chenglong.

If it weren't for Lou Ying's support, Lin Chong would have been eliminated long ago.

"There are two battles left."

Ouyang Chun spoke excitedly, saying a loud voice: "Your Excellency Lin Chong can even win Wang Mu. Zhao Chenglong is not worth worrying at all. The only thing you need to worry about is Xu Jing."

Di Yuncheng, Huang Zhen and others nodded one after another, agreeing with Ouyang Chun's judgment.

"To be honest, the high level and strength of Your Excellency Lin Chong are far beyond my expectations. I originally thought that even if I could win, I would win miserably." Huang Zhen couldn't help but exclaim.

"I think it's normal for Your Excellency Lin Chong to perform like this."

Yan Dongyue smiled like a girl, and her bright eyes shone brightly: "Don't forget, who is the leader of the Hundred Ghost Sect, Xue Xuanyuan, died at the hands of Wang Mu, Zhao Chenglong, Xu Jing and others, although they are powerful, but can they compare with Xue Xuanyuan? We are just worrying about it."

"The power of the Grand Master Danjin is beyond our imagination."
Chapter completed!