Chapter 3697: Admit Defeat on the Spot

ter leaving the jewelry store, they strolled around for a while before returning to the hotel to rest.Inside the hotel, Zhang Haibo opened his eyes and saw the big bearded face with a wicked grin in f..."The clueless Lingyun Jianzong, now it's time for you to pay the price."

Emperor Leng Bing's expression was gloomy. He reached out and grabbed a sphere of light, capturing Ling Jian Yi in his palm.

On the other hand, Ling Jianfeng's expression was as calm as a still pond, giving nothing away.

He also grasped a light orb, and it was none other than Leng Hanchuan.

After the results were announced, there was an uproar among the crowd present. It was truly a narrow escape for them, as the two who had just had a conflict ended up drawing against each other.

"Uh..."

Leng Hanchuan was instantly stunned. He gritted his teeth, full of fighting spirit, and had prepared himself well, hoping to draw Ye Bufan.

Even if I can't get my wish, someone else can.

In his eyes, Ling Jianyi was the strongest in the entire Lingyun Sword Sect. As long as he avoided the other party, he didn't care about anyone else.

Fate played a cruel trick on him, throwing the two of them together.

Having been taught a lesson at the foot of the mountain before, there was no comparison between their strengths as they were a whole level apart.

At this point, the only suspense is how badly they will be beaten, how many moves it will take for them to lose, and how tragic their final defeat will be.

"Haha..."

In contrast, Ling Jianyi was incredibly exhilarated. After a hearty laugh, he leaped onto the stage.

"Seems like we're destined to meet. We couldn't settle things down the mountain, so let's have a final showdown up here!"

Others also came over, especially those who knew about the conflict downstairs. Their eyes were filled with mockery, eager to see what would happen next.

"I..."

Leng Hanchuan's expression changed, and he felt suffocated.

At this point, to take the stage would be to invite humiliation. There is no chance of winning, only the prospect of shame and embarrassment.

If you don't go up there and admit defeat in front of all these people, you'll still lose face.

He was caught in a dilemma, torn between two options. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Seeing that there was no movement from his side, Gongyang Jian cast a sharp look over.

"I give you three breaths to consider. Either step onto the stage and fight, or concede defeat directly. Don't waste my time!"

"I..."

Leng Hanchuan hesitated for a long time, but ultimately made his decision.

Although admitting defeat on the spot might be a little embarrassing, it's better than getting humiliated up there.

If there were no previous conflicts, the other party would at most defeat him without making too many moves. But in this situation, he is bound to be humiliated severely.

"I... I give up!"

The three words at the exit made him feel incredibly stifled and angry.

"Boy, you wait for me! The people of Bingyun Valley will not let you get away with this!"

Looking in Ye Bufan's direction, Leng Hanchuan viciously uttered a harsh remark.

He blamed all his resentment on the other party, wishing that his fellow disciples would torture Ye Bufan a thousand times to avenge him.

But the people around didn't know about this, and suddenly there was a commotion.

"What's going on Isn't Ice Cloud Valley the strongest How come they surrendered right away Isn't that embarrassing..."

"It is rumored that this disciple was the master's personal student, but he's too weak, not even having the courage to get on stage…"

You wouldn't believe it, they were beaten up at the foot of the mountain. Going up there now is just asking for a second beating. It's understandable that you wouldn't dare to go on stage...

It's no wonder everyone has such a heated reaction, after all, this is the first time since the start of the competition that someone dared not go on stage and admit defeat immediately.

The most crucial thing is that Leng Hanchuan's identity is extremely special. He is the sect master's direct disciple and the future heir of Bingyun Valley, but he ended up doing something so embarrassing.

"You... you..."

Listening to the surrounding jeers, Leng Hanchuan gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was no other way at this time. He couldn't just charge up and settle accounts with them.

"Get out of here with that embarrassing thing!"

Leng Binghuang's expression had reached its worst point. As the sect leader and master in this situation, his face naturally wasn't much better either.

Leng Hanchuan was like a frost-bitten eggplant, with no trace of his previous arrogance. He huddled awkwardly behind the crowd.

But he did not leave, waiting to see his fellow disciples avenge him.

The draw for the next match begins. Leng Binghuang grits his teeth and grabs a light ball, opening it to reveal Luo Bingyan's name.

Ling Jianfeng also grasped a light sphere, and he drew the Cold Mountain of Bingyun Valley.

As soon as the results were announced, a wave of excitement spread through the crowd. Their eyes shone with anticipation.

It seems that Lingyun Sword Sect's luck has run out. They were chosen by the drawing to be matched with a female disciple they've never met before.

It's perfectly normal for people not to know Luo Bingyan. After all, the Luo family stronghold is located in a remote area, and in the eyes of these major sects, it's just a small tribe, insignificant at all.

Moreover, she had just returned from the netherworld not long ago, and few people had seen her.

In the hearts of countless people, this is the newly recruited disciple of Lingyun Jianzong. His strength is absolutely inferior to Ling Jianfei and others.

...but the cold mountains of Bingyun Valley are renowned experts, well-known as late stage cultivators of Da Luo Xian. No matter how they compare, neither can stir up much of a wave against each other.

Although the members of the Yan Shen Hall lost the competition, none of them left. They continued to watch from the sidelines.

Their only goal was to witness with their own eyes how the Lingyun Sword Sect would fall and how Bingyun Valley would take revenge for their blood feud.

Looking at the results of this draw, Huofeng Gu's face was filled with excitement and ferocity, "Damn it, this time I see how you can pass the level by luck!"

Not only him, but also the other disciples of the Flame God Temple thought so.

In their opinion, it was just luck that they didn't draw Ye Bufan and Luo Bingyan before.

But now the luck is bad, the final result is only to be abused.

Ling Jianfeng's expression was also somewhat grim. He knew Ye Bufan was powerful, but he didn't know what kind of strength Luo Bingyan possessed. He only knew that she was the woman of the Supreme Sect Leader.

The draw was complete, Leng Hanshan leaped onto the stage. He was a hideous middle-aged man with fierce eyes and an overwhelming aura of killing intent.

Before, Leng Hanchuan was humiliated, and now his sect lost another competition. This made him extremely angry. He decided to make a decisive move, seeking revenge for past grievances while also establishing authority for Bingyun Valley.

"People from the Lingyun Sword Sect, hurry up and get up here!"

Feeling his powerful killing intent, a gasp echoed through the crowd.

The arena battle has been going on, with only injuries and no fatalities so far. This doesn't mean killing is prohibited; it's just that everyone has been holding back until now.

And now looking at him like this, I'm afraid he's going to be dealt with harshly.

Many shook their heads, it's a pity such a beautiful woman.

Even some people shouted to concede directly, that way at least they could save their lives.

Luo Bingyan's mood was icy cold, completely ignoring the reactions of the people around her. She stepped into the void, step by step, walking onto the platform.

"Go for it!"

Standing on the stage, Luo Bingyan drew her long sword from behind with a whoosh. Her powerful aura and sharp sword intent mixed together, erupting suddenly.

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Everyone around stared wide-eyed, gasping in astonishment.

No one expected this woman to be at the late stage of Da Luo Immortal, no weaker than Leng Han Shan.ard along the wide avenue.It is already early autumn now, and a gentle breeze blows around.Looking at the endless stream of cars on the road, feeling the towering skyscrapers around her, and gazing up...