C62 Part3

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Wang Zheng's Martial Arts were tough and steady, and Murong Ci looked at this thrilling battle with enthusiasm.

If she were ever to fight against Wang Zheng, she wouldn't really win so easily.

On the other hand, the man sitting beside her looked rather bored.

He seemed to think that this Competition was just like a quarrel between ignorant boys, and it was not worth seeing.

She glanced at him.

She really didn't know why the Emperor Father had sent him to sit there.

'Was the Emperor Father so worried about her?'

As for the Princess Sister sitting on the other side, she regarded everyone as transparent, and only her dear Royal King was in her eyes.

Murong Ci pulled her drooping robe, and whispered quietly:

"Pay more attention to the Competition."

Murong Chang blushed slightly embarrassed, and turned her gaze away from the man of her desires.

At this time, the Final match of today's Preliminary Competition in the Hall was fierce, and it looked dangerous and powerful.

The long swords were cold and sharp, and a flood of silver light like the autumn water leaped and danced under the hazy sky, shining over the three young talents, that looked one calm, one solemn and one sharp.

Hostility permeated all around, spreading on their faces.

Suddenly, apparently with no reason, Gong Jun Hao attacked in a very silly way, off guard and showing an open spot, which was very dangerous, but extremely advantageous to his opponent.

Wang Zheng seemed to be suspicious of this move of him, but he still stroke back with his long sword in his hand.

The silver light splashed around the Hall, like the cold snow, making people's heart bitter.

Gong Jun Hao flew around the hit and cleverly avoided it, while Tang Cang Tian ran straight from the side at this same moment, and with his sharp sword he aimed a hit towards Wang Zheng's flesh.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared unblinkingly, for fear of missing the most exciting and dangerous moment.

Because the three of them were masters of the Martial Arts, the chances of winning or losing are often on the same line.

Tang Cang Tian was extremely fast and it was impossible to guard against this unexpected hit, and Wang Zheng fell into danger.

If Wang Zheng couldn't avoid the hit in time or hit Tang Cangtian back, then he would be defeated by him and eliminated.

Murong Ci had long known that Gong Jun Hao's attack was a faint, done deliberately to lure the enemy at him.

Although Wang Zheng had doubts, he still didn't give up the excellent opportunity of eliminating his opponent.

However avoiding at the same time Tang Cang Tian's fatal blow was also difficult!

However, a master remains a master, and it was a miracle!

Wang Zheng raised his sword once and retreated in a straight line, like a splashing silver flame.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and their gripping hearts finally returned to their original positions, worrying about Wang Zheng's destiny.

Tang Cangtian didn't pursue him anymore, because Gong Junhao was approaching again quietly, as cold as the snow!

*Hiss!*

His sword cut across Wang Zheng's arm, his robes were torn, and a line of blood flowed out from his arm.

At this moment , Wang Zheng seemed to be defeated!

However, just when everyone thought he would be missing tomorrow's Final Match, he actually stroke back in a strange posture, like lightning, swinging his long sword, and the sword aura was like a rainbow.

In an instant, Gong Jun Hao and Tang Cang Tian, who for just a moment seemed to be victorious, flew out and fell to the grounds fiercely.

Everything happened so suddenly, that they couldn't understand how it happened!

Wang Zheng's reflexes were so fast that he turned defeat into victory in the blink of an eye.

"Great! Fantastic!"

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from both sides of the audience.

The drum beat and the Competition was over.

Minister He Guang declared that Wang Zheng had won and entered the Final Competition tomorrow!

Wang Zheng was bathed in gazes of praise, amazement, and admiration, and he held his fists into the air gesturing his victory to the crowd, with a shy smile...

But suddenly, Wang Zheng spouted a big amount of blood from his mouth, and his body stiffened.

The blood droplets were like fascinating blood-colored flying flowers, splashing all over the sky.

Right after spouting blood, he fell to the ground irremediably and stiffened there.

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END of CHAPTER 62 PART 3

.....................to be continued