Chapter 39: An alternative form of competition, using a motorcycle to cross the desert Yang Wenzhao's pupils suddenly contracted. He didn't expect Sheng Caier to be so fast. Caught off guard, he could only fight back desperately. "Boom boom boom..." As explosions sounded one after another, Yang Wenzhao felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. And it happened not just once, but countless times. He felt that his vitality was quietly fading away. Is this what death feels like? This thought suddenly popped up in Yang Wenzhao's mind. Once I thought of this, things became increasingly out of control.
But I was too unwilling to stop here before I even went into battle to kill the enemy. At this moment, a golden light appeared before his eyes. The next moment, Yang Wenzhao and Sheng Caier were all shrouded in golden light. Yang Wenzhao felt as if he was bathing in a golden ocean, and his whole body was warm. The injuries on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Sheng Caier wins this match!" Han Qian stood between Sheng Caier and Yang Wenzhao, and golden light emanated from his body. There were two people on the ring, one was possessed and the other was on the verge of death. As the leader of the Paladins, he had to take action. And the game ended with Saint-Cher's victory. "So...so awesome!" The contestants in the audience seemed to have not yet recovered from the fight just now. Although they were just bystanders, the moment the Samsara Spirit Furnace appeared, they still felt as if they were there. It was as if they were fish on a chopping board, completely powerless to resist and could only be slaughtered. This kind of power is beyond the reach of people at their level. Ying Wushuang had not expected that the battle would be so intense and fast. The outcome of the game was decided in less than ten minutes. However, he was still amazed at the power of the Samsara Spirit Furnace. It is worthy of being the number one Reincarnation Spirit Furnace on the Spirit Furnace Ranking List. Its strength is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary spirit furnaces. Moreover, the Samsara Spirit Furnace has a certain suppressive effect on other spirit furnaces.
No wonder Yang Wenzhao was defeated so quickly. "The second match of the Demon Hunter Team's semi-finals, Ying Wushuang versus Duan Yi." "Both sides are on stage ready." There was a young man with pigtails standing opposite Ying Wushuang. She was wearing a mottled colored jacket with the hem tied casually in a knot. A pair of ripped jeans made him look a bit decadent, but unexpectedly brought out the personality of the pair of bright red high-top sneakers on his feet. He wore a pair of weird round sunglasses on his face and had black eyeliner drawn on the corners of his eyes. Judging from her dress, Duan Yi is much more fashionable than herself. "Hey, fighting is too boring, how about we try another way of playing?" Ying Wushuang had just taken out the dagger and was preparing to fight. Suddenly I heard the words from the other side. This couldn't help but arouse Ying Wushuang's interest. Is this guy going to race with me on a motorcycle? Ying Wushuang remembered watching anime in his previous life, when Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi were competing, they were riding motorcycles. Could it be that he wants to compete with me in this way? Ying Wushuang retracted the dagger and looked at Duan Yi with interest. "How are you going to compete?" "Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?" As expected, Ying Wushuang guessed it right. This unruly Shamatte thought just like that. I thought that in my previous life, I was a ghost-fire boy, and I often raced cars on the city streets late at night with my friends. Now hearing that Duan Yi actually wanted to compete with him in this way, it immediately aroused his interest. "Duan Yi, this is the semi-finals of the Demon Hunters' Trials. This is not the place for you to act recklessly." The referee on the side was furious after hearing Duan Yi's words. I have been a referee for many years, but I have never heard of a race being decided by racing. "Just let them race!" Just when Ying Wushuang and Duan Yi thought that the race was about to fail. In the meeting room on the second floor, a gray-haired, burly old man spoke calmly. "It turns out that the leader of the Temple Alliance has arrived." Someone among the contestants shouted, and everyone turned their attention to the meeting room on the second floor.
"Lord Leader!" "Hello, Lord Alliance Leader!" …… When the deputy hall masters saw Yang Haohan coming, they quickly stood up and saluted him. Yang Haohan smiled slightly and waved to everyone, indicating that they didn't need to be polite. Since the referee had already spoken, he naturally couldn't say anything more. Therefore, the competition venue between Ying Wushuang and Duan Yi was changed from indoors to outdoors. The Holy Alliance specially selected a venue for them, located in the desert in the northwest corner of the outskirts of the holy city. Since the desert is the border between humans and demons, in addition to the complex terrain, some low-level demons will appear from time to time. The Holy Alliance stipulates that whoever starts from the gate of the Holy City and crosses the desert first to arrive at the gate of Zhennan Pass, which is about 200 kilometers away from the Holy City, will be the winner. The competition scenes were also broadcast in real time on the big screen in the trial field. "Master Alliance Leader, isn't it too risky to let them compete in the desert?" Ren Wokuang looked at Yang Haohan and couldn't help but speak. "Yes, Lord Alliance Leader, there are demons in the desert, and I am afraid of them..." Ruoshui on the side couldn't help but worry. "Although it may be a bit risky, I think it's worth the risk." Yang Haohan glanced at Ren Wokuang and continued, "If the young eagle doesn't take off on its own, it will never be able to soar into the sky." "After they finish the Demon Hunting Team Trials, they will go to the Exorcist Pass for the team competition." "The demons there will be several times stronger than those in the desert. They still need to be faced." "So, it's not a bad thing to let them have contact with the demons in advance." Yang Haohan's words made everyone nod involuntarily. "Master, I understand." "Zhennan Pass is guarded by our priest temple. I will return to Zhennan Pass now and prepare to receive them." Ruoshui already understood Yang Haohan's intention. Moreover, as the deputy master of the Priest Temple, she has a sense of the overall situation. "Brother Wushuang, I heard that there are demons lurking in the desert. Are you afraid?" There is a black Kawasaki under Duan Yi's crotch, which gives people a solemn and domineering feeling. And under Ying Wushuang was a red Harley, which was eye-catching.
The motorcycles of both of them were carefully selected for them by the Holy Alliance. They are not only powerful but also very fast. "Brother Duan, if you are not afraid, why should I be afraid?" "They are just demons. If one comes, kill one. If two come, kill a pair." "Hahaha, good!" Duan Yi laughed loudly and waited for the game to start with Ying Wushuang, ready to cross the desert at any time. My friend’s new book is worth reading! (End of this chapter)