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Hammer was now his greatest weapon. If he were to be snatched away like this, not only would he be reduced to a laughingstock, but he would also have no chance of defeating Shang Zhi.

Fortunately, Yao Yuan was more focused, and seeing that Shang Zhi was still holding onto his hammer, Yao Yuan smiled slightly, then said: "What, are you unwilling to part with my hammer?"

Saying that, he did not have any other reaction and directly kicked it away.

Yao Yuan was already not going to be merciful. After experiencing so many battles, he understood the principle of being ruthless towards his enemies.

There was a huge disparity in power and what the Young Master Zhao said was right. After coming all the way to the top four through luck, he had met Yao Yuan, who was at the peak of his talent, so there was no need to explain his ending.

Other than Yao Yuan, there were still two recognized as the strongest among the eight people in the finals. The reason why they were not in the first half of the competition with Yao Yuan was so that they could have a conversation between the strong and the weak.

The semi-finals were easily won, and the entire process only took less than a minute.

However, due to the difference in strength between the two of them, the visual effect was still much weaker than when he had defeated Ni Bin previously.

Because the competition was scheduled for this weekend, the organizers only gave a few hours of rest after the semi-finals started at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Young Master Zhao came to Yao Yuan's resting room, and when he came, he brought along a lot of information.

"This is …"

Yao Yuan looked at Young Master Zhao and asked with doubt.

"The next opponent's information, but this person's identity is very mysterious, even I am unable to find out his past, the code name is Lao Lang, this person is truly worthy of his name, his ways of doing things are more ruthless, he has many methods, but his strength is not strong, in total, I still need to pay attention to him."

Yao Yuan said with a wry smile: "Looks like I'm really going for the finals."

After looking through the information briefly, Yao Yuan realized that the man who was so strong in the Young Master Zhao's mouth wasn't actually that amazing. There weren't any obvious points, and after Yao Yuan gave it a simple assessment, he realized that there was still a possibility of winning.

Seeing Yao Yuan's confident words, Young Master Zhao could not help but laugh out loud. "Good, not bad, I'll be waiting for your good news, I hope to see you on stage during the finals."

Yao Yuan snickered.

"Actually, I'm already very satisfied that you're able to reach this stage. Not to mention this year's young people's policies, even you are in quite a good state right now. Come on."

Young Master Zhao had a smile on his face the whole time he was talking, which shocked Yao Yuan quite a bit.

"Alright, I won't say anymore. You should rest."

In the span of a weekend, after experiencing a few battles, Yao Yuan suddenly felt tired. Even though the battles just now were only for an instant, looking at the empty resting room, and seeing the television screen above his head constantly broadcasting the scenes, Yao Yuan felt a sense of loneliness.

Time passed very quickly. When the staff member called out to Yao Yuan, he discovered that he had already fallen asleep. The staff member could only say softly, "Mr Yao, it's your turn."

Yao Yuan rubbed his eyes as he walked to the competition grounds drowsily.

Before they entered the arena, just like before, the two of them shook hands and signed a life and death contract.

However, for the sake of watching the competition, the Life and Death Contract had changed.

The referee wouldn't enter the arena. If he didn't want to be beaten to death, he had to first make sure that he could beat someone else to death.

Every time, it was like this. After the semi-finals, only the dead could be seen on the stage, or if they had met a kind-hearted opponent. At the end of the day, they would still give up a lot.

However, in this situation. He could only think about it.

Seeing the different life and death agreement, Yao Yuan's mouth formed a circle, he looked at the staff member in charge and said: "Are you for real?"

Before he came, no one had mentioned this to him, to the point that Young Master Zhao only mentioned it.

Yao Yuan was extremely dissatisfied in his heart. He looked at the staff and asked, "Has it always been like this?"

The staff at the table smiled and said, "That's not it. It's just a special rule for this time. As you know, they are all young people. It would be more interesting if they beat them up."

"Why didn't anyone tell me before?"

Yao Yuan was stupefied. He was playing with his life, if he had known this before, he might not have even thought of participating in the semifinals.

But it was too late, no matter what intentions Young Master Zhao had not told Yao Yuan, the contract was already signed, if he did not go up now, the consequences would be unbearable for Yao Yuan.

He could only go on stage.

Yao Yuan took a deep breath. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't think of anything, so he decided to prepare for this battle.

This was already a real life and death battle, there was no room for negotiation at all, it was either you or me. Yao Yuan gripped his hammer tightly, as though all his hopes were tied to this hammer.

Lao Lang looked at Yao Yuan who was standing beside him with a ferocious expression, the scar on his face continued to tremble. Although he was only twenty-three years old, his face was already tinged with the vicissitudes of life.

"Want to try and see how you're going to die?"

Standing behind the judge, ready to enter the stage, Lao Lang's low voice sounded full of stories.

Yao Yuan looked at him and laughed: "You should be asking yourself that."

"Humph!" You overestimate yourself! "

It was not that Lao Lang had never studied his own opponents before, it was because he had seen battles before. In the end, their fighting styles were very simple, if he could dodge Yao Yuan's previous attacks, he would still have the chance to take his life.

He was just a little kid, so there was nothing to worry about.

Yao Yuan was not even worth mentioning in Lao Lang's eyes, even though they were of similar age, but Lao Lang who had grown up in a pile of corpses, was used to seeing blood and gore, so his Nanling was merely his next stop.

"Come on, I'll let you know what cruelty is!"

Lao Lang shot a glance at Yao Yuan, and immediately walked up the stage.

A great battle was about to break out. No one in the audience dared to speak out loud. All of their attention was focused on waiting for the arrival of the semifinals.

Because of Yao Yuan's participation, this not-so-well-known competition had become extremely popular.

"Countdown, 3, 2, 1, begin!"

With the command of the referee, the two quickly assumed fighting postures, ready to fight at any moment.

"Brat, let me tell you, for a person like you, it won't take more than three minutes to deal with you. Do you believe me?"