Chapter 956: Attitude Determines Confidence

Lying flat in a pool of blood, Xing Wuya turned his face sideways, his eyes full of resentment and hatred, looking directly at the beautiful figure walking away, and couldn't help but said angrily: "Hmph, don't think that you can win if you win against me. After qualifying from the group, you will face our sect master, the Soul Emperor. It is absolutely impossible for you to defeat the sect master!"

"Ah~ the remaining two, whether it is the Soul Emperor or the strong man from the Northern Xuan Sect of the Eastern Region, I will fight with my best. Even if I can't qualify, I will still show the momentum that my Chenyao Sword Sect should have. Don’t worry about it for me.”

Yang Qiuyu's cold voice fell and he stepped into the teleportation array again.

Returning to the players' lounge, Yang Qiuyu high-fived each other with his companions who came to greet them, and then came to Bai Chen.

"Good job." Bai Chen smiled happily.

"Thank you for the compliment, Sect Master." Yang Qiuyu breathed out easily. It turned out that after putting aside the victory and defeat, his whole person became much more relaxed.

at this time.

Western lounge.

The bald man, who was hanging cross-legged, finally opened his eyes.

"Wuxin, it's your turn again, come on!" Yiyi clenched her little fists and said energetically.

But Wuxin walked straight towards the teleportation array without any emotion.

"In the next competition, the red side is Wu Xin, a player from the Western Region, and the blue side is Yan Daochen, a player from the Northern Region——"

Xiao Anan's voice once again drew the attention of Bai Chen and others.

Regarding Wu Xin, who had caused Zi Liuli to be seriously injured from the beginning, they wanted to see what kind of strength he had.

Since the opponent is a player from the Northern Region seed team, this battle should be able to test his strength, right?

"The four people in the Heroes Guild are all very strong, you'd better pay attention." Bai Chen deliberately reminded them at this time.

Hearing this, Yang Qiuyu nodded angrily.

She had fought against Blind Qing before and witnessed the opponent's terror with her own eyes.

I'm afraid this Wuxin won't be much weaker than Blind Qing, right?

While everyone was talking, the bald man had appeared on the ring.

"It's about to begin..."

Everyone gathered around one after another, staring at the Divine Eye Orb.

Chu Junran's face was extremely solemn at this moment. In the previous round, Wu Xin defeated Zi Liuli, but she failed to see clearly. This time, she must see what kind of skills the opponent has.

On the stage.

Yan Daochen had witnessed Wu Xin's punch. As soon as it started, he began to form seals quickly. The hand seals flickered like a phantom. Around it, a storm suddenly arose and gradually transformed into a wall of wind.

Wuxin raised his eyes indifferently, and the cloak behind him was blown up.

I saw him suddenly half-clenching his fist and punching forward suddenly.

At this moment, almost all the players in their respective lounges had their pupils shrinking sharply.

At the moment when Wuxin punched, the wind wall that had not yet completely condensed exploded instantly, and Yan Daochen behind the wind wall also let out a muffled groan, and flew backwards in an instant, and a beam of light hit the ring. He fell to the ground and his life and death were unknown.

"What--"

Bai Chen and Chu Junran exclaimed almost at the same time.

Even the two of them were unable to see the attack method.

Wuxin patted his gloves casually, then turned around and left indifferently, just like when he defeated Zi Liuli, without any expression.

Looking blankly at the back figure and the white cloak fluttering in the wind, Bai Chen's eyes were almost dull.

…

In the quiet lounge, dozens of figures stood looking down, as if they had lost their souls, and there was unmeltable depression on everyone's face.

Bai Chen clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and suddenly walked towards his room.

"Where are you going?" Chu Junran couldn't help but asked first.

With his back to everyone, Bai Chen said solemnly: "I'm going to think about ways to defeat him."

"Can you really defeat him?" Lin Mengyao frowned in despair. She even felt that no one here could take that unintentional punch.

In response to this, Bai Chen's lips curved slightly, and his deep eyes were unusually calm: "I haven't been this excited for a long time. I will definitely be able to defeat this person named Wu Xin!"

As soon as the words fell, the stone door opened and closed, and Bai Chen's figure had disappeared.

Although Bai Chen's words were a bit arrogant, he undoubtedly gave them the last glimmer of hope when everyone was despairing.

The man who has been creating miracles may really be able to...

At this moment, even the Phoenix Temple disciples who were dissatisfied with Bai Chen silently had such expectations in their hearts.

Chu Junran, who was stunned on the spot, looked straight at the closed stone wall, with cyan light flashing in his phoenix eyes: "Bai Chen, after witnessing the power of that person with your own eyes, you still showed You are so unruly, it is natural that you can be so strong... Sure enough, attitude determines confidence... I will definitely not lose! I swear, I will be the one to compete with you in the finals!"

At this moment, in Chu Junran's eyes, another white stream of light flashed inadvertently, and it disappeared in a flash, and no one knew it.

As Chu Junran also walked into his room, Lin Mengyao also began to return to the room and began to meditate.

The three of them all deeply remembered the unintentional punch just now, and began to think individually about how to deal with it.

No matter who hits that guy first, they will do everything they can to defeat him!

"Does attitude... determine confidence?"

Yang Qiuyu froze on the spot and could not recover for a long time.

As contestants representing the Southern Territory, Bai Chen and the other three dared to challenge such terrifying strong men. How could she continue to be timid?

Just when everyone was at a loss, Xiao Anan's voice sounded again in the venue: "The winner of this match is—Eastern Region player, Mo Zhibai!"

"Shu Kexin lost again?!"

Yang Qiuyu stared at the unwilling and trembling figure in the Divine Eye Orb, her eyes instantly dulled.

Zi Liuli and Shu Kexin have all lost the chance to qualify for second place in the group.

Compared with the opponents they faced, their so-called death group may not be called a real death group at all.

Because Chu Sicheng died in battle, Tianyi, a player from the Eastern Region in Group B, directly scored three points, and then.

"In the next match, the red side is Yang Qiuyu, a player from the Southern Territory, and the blue side is a player from the Central Territory - the most handsome and coolest one in our Central Territory - the Master of the Supreme Emperor Palace! Soul Emperor!"

Suddenly, everyone in the entire venue stood up and looked solemnly at the venue.

"Finally it's me!"

Yang Qiuyu's beautiful eyes were filled with determination, and she faced everyone's different looks and walked towards the teleportation array.

"If that doesn't work, surrender earlier!" the scholar said worriedly.

Hearing this, Yang Qiuyu lost his nervousness, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit: "So what about the Soul Emperor? Our three players from the Southern Region have missed the top sixteen. Maybe I will also be eliminated, but Even so, I will still risk my life and finish this battle without any regrets!”

The words echoed in the lounge, and Yang Qiuyu's figure had already arrived on the solemn and silent arena...