Chapter 145 - Victory without War

In arena number two, Feng Zhuo moved his right hand and slightly unsheathed his sword. However, the sword immediately returned to its scabbard and Feng Zhuo took a step back.

Soon, the sword was drawn and sheathed...

In just a few short breaths of time, the long sword in Feng Zhuo's hand had already been unsheathed three times and put back into its sheath three times. He then followed suit and took three steps back. With every step he took back, his sharp and unparalleled imposing manner would be greatly weakened. After three steps, his imposing manner was completely gone, as if he was an ordinary person.

Seeing this scene, everyone was confused.

What was Feng Zhuo doing?

However, before anyone could understand what Feng Zhuo was planning, Feng Zhuo let out a light sigh from within the arena. He looked at Tang Huan and said, "I've lost!"

These three words weren't very loud, but to the surrounding people, they sounded like a thunderclap in a clear sky.

I lost?

Feng Zhuo actually admitted defeat without fighting?

He had waited for so long, but this was the only thing he could think of … After a short period of silence, the surrounding crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

"What's going on? Feng Zhuo actually admitted defeat? "

"He didn't even use a single sword attack and said he lost. Fuck, is he teasing us?"

"I thought this battle would be very exciting, but I didn't expect it to end like this. What a waste of my time."

"Could it be that Feng Zhuo and Tang Huan are acquainted to begin with? So you intentionally admitted defeat? "

"..."

In a split-second, cries of doubt, shock, and curses resounded outside the Phoenix Spirit Valley.

"Thanks!"

In the competition grounds, Tang Huan cupped his hands and laughed, the blade in his hand moved, he placed it on his shoulder, the bright red light disappeared and the heat also quickly dissipated.

"The next time we meet, we'll fight again." Feng Zhuo slowly said.

"Definitely."

Tang Huan slightly nodded, and said with a smile.

When Feng Zhuo heard this, he nodded and walked out of the arena. However, he did not enter the resting area. Instead, he took large strides towards the forest in the distance.

Tang Huan looked at Feng Zhuo's back, a hint of admiration flashing past his eyes.

This Feng Zhuo was a very pure person. His purpose for coming to the Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting should be to spar with others.

The two of them were very fond of fighting, but their personalities were very different. The public loss was simple and honest, with an impatient temperament. Feng Zhuo, on the other hand, was calm and collected, with an extremely firm willpower. However, they were very persistent in their battles.

Regardless of whether it was the public loss, love or Feng Zhuo, it was best if they became friends instead of rivals. Otherwise, they would be in for a headache.

With a quick thought, Tang Huan smiled and walked out of the competition grounds.

"Tang Huan wins!"

It was only when Tang Huan had stepped across the red line that the referees outside the stage woke up from their dreams and hurriedly announced the outcome of the battle. Yet, thick doubt still remained in their eyes.

It was obvious that he did not understand the outcome of the battle between Tang Huan and Feng Zhuo.

"Tang Huan... actually won? "

Beneath the wooden shed, Lei Ming took a deep breath, regained his senses, and found it hard to believe his eyes.

In this battle, he was actually not optimistic about Tang Huan's chances of winning. Tang Huan's spear was broken, but he had changed his blade instead. The disadvantage was obvious, but against an expert like Feng Zhuo, the chances of victory was very slim. However, they never expected that Tang Huan would defeat Feng Zhuo in such an unbelievable way, and give everyone a huge surprise.

"Tang Huan... Feng Zhuo … These two are indeed rare martial genius, especially Tang Huan, who actually managed to force Feng Zhuo to retreat without fighting. " The purple-clothed woman said in a low voice, and her eyes held a trace of unconcealable laughter. "Tang Huan, Du Xi has already been responsible for the investigation. Lei Ming, do you know the origin of that Feng Zhuo? "

"For the time being, I don't know."

"After Martial Competition finishes, check out his sword skills."

"Yes, Miss!"

"..."

… ….

"What the hell are they doing?"

He glanced at Tang Huan who was walking in his direction, then glanced at Feng Zhuo who was already more than ten metres away, and shouted with incomparable suspicion, "The two of you didn't even use a single move, and you've already decided the victor. Do you think we're all idiots?"

Meng Zixuan could not help but roll her eyes at him. "You think that Tang Huan and Feng Zhuo are that relaxed? In that short moment, they did not do anything, but it was even more tiring than doing anything. "

"Impossible, right?" "If that's the case, then why didn't they make a move?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!" Meng Zixuan's lips curled into a faint smile as she explained, "Haven't you seen Feng Zhuo execute his sword three times before he gave up halfway in the end?"

"Feng Zhuo's sword art is very special. It only has one move."

"Generally speaking, such a method only involves heavy attacks and not heavy defenses. When you attack, you must advance with all your might. If you cannot defeat your opponent with a single move, you will be in danger. He tried three times in a row, but felt that he wasn't confident in being able to defeat Tang Huan with a single sword strike, which was why he kept his sword back in its scabbard. "

"Every time he sheathed his sword, he would retreat. He did so to increase the distance between them and to prevent Tang Huan from chasing after him."

"After consecutively taking three steps back, his aura had completely weakened, but Tang Huan's aura was like a rainbow in the sky. In that situation, he can only admit defeat, or else, Tang Huan would have to come over. If he were to force himself to use his sword, the final result would be worse than the opponents he would be able to defeat earlier. "

"I see."

"If it was the previous Tang Huan, he would have been able to force Feng Zhuo to admit defeat. But now that Tang Huan's weapon is broken, he abandoned his spear and used a blade, is he still that powerful? Even Feng Zhuo doesn't feel that he has absolute confidence in winning against him?"

"Who told you that if you change your weapon, your strength will weaken?" Meng Zixuan said snappily.

"Isn't that obvious?" "If he used a knife better than a spear, why did he use Hong Tao's weapon for such a long time just now? And at the beginning, he was obviously very unfamiliar with it, only gradually becoming more proficient later on."

"..." Meng Zixuan's expression was serious, and confusion flickered deep within her beautiful eyes.

"Tang Huan this guy, I really can't see through him, even Feng Zhuo doesn't dare to attack him, although I lost in the first round, don't worry about encountering him." Dozens of meters away, Gao Ling, who had nearly scared himself out of his wits, finally came to his senses as he muttered to himself.

"This brat Tang Huan, would he rush all the way to the end and become the first name of this time's' Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting '?" Tang Si who had just won could not help but exclaim in admiration.

"It really is possible."

Gu Fei said while beaming, but Tang Si couldn't help but frown. The chief of the "Weapon Refining Competition", coupled with the first name of the "Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting" … If Tang Huan really did this, his reputation would definitely spread throughout the world once again. To him, this might not even be a good thing.

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