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No one expected Yao Yuan to explode with such power.

Just as before the start of this competition, no one would have thought that Yao Yuan would barge into the semifinals like a dark horse.

The audience sucked in a breath of cold air. Even the organizers would not have expected such a large crack.

What kind of power was this? Was it really the devil?

Just now, it was just a normal hammer. At most, it was personally forged by Master Xu, but now, just because of that ball of fire, it had become so strong.

Yao Yuan had a very clear understanding of his own strength. Relying solely on his own strength, at the very most, he could only hammer a hole out of the ground.

Lao Lang was still trembling with fear. If he had almost fallen in directly, he would have lowered his head and looked at the situation below him.

He looked at Yao Yuan and said, "Not bad, were you pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger just now?"

Yao Yuan waved his hand, and said helplessly: "Whatever you think."

Since the hammer had already been proven to be powerful, dealing with Lao Lang who relied on underhanded means was not a problem.

In the face of absolute strength, all other tricks were useless.

In less than a minute, Lao Lang, who had already revealed all his trump cards, was naturally defeated by Yao Yuan, and directly fell to the ground.

Lao Lang knew the rules. If he lost, he could only wait to die.

He closed his eyes and faced his own death. It would be better to close them and not look at his own heart.

It was just that Yao Yuan was not a merciful person, the right hand's arm was still numb, had used up all of his strength just a moment ago, his right hand was still unable to move.

Carrying Lao Lang's body with his left hand, Yao Yuan brought him to the crack where they had appeared in the ground. Then he said with a smile: "Tell me, what would happen if I were to throw you down now?"

Lao Lang was already dejected from all thoughts, he did not even open his eyes and said to Yao Yuan: "It's up to you, if you're willing to bet, and if you lose, I know the rules."

Yao Yuan smiled slightly, without saying anything further, he gently placed his left hand down.

As if they were used to such things, the audience did not let out any exclamations of surprise. It was only when a "pa" sound rang out that everyone cried out in alarm.

Lao Lang felt that the vital part of his chest was a little uncomfortable. This was an injury he had received when he was young, he wouldn't be able to recover fully in this lifetime.

It was unknown when Yao Yuan had realized this, but he took off the item on his chest and directly threw himself onto the ground, and not into the crevice.

The intense pain forced Lao Lang to open his eyes. He looked at the dusty ground in front of him and could not help but spit a few times.

"What do you mean 'why?' I'm in a good mood today, okay?"

Lao Lang didn't know what to say for a moment.

Judging from Yao Yuan's actions just now, he definitely knew where his weakness was. He had even quietly exposed this point, and did not harm himself.

Lao Lang sometimes thought that he had overdone it. He looked at Yao Yuan's eyes and slowly stood up before whispering, "You must be careful in the finals later."

Yao Yuan was startled for a moment, then looked at Lao Lang with his mouth wide open, not knowing what he meant.

Lao Lang did not say much, he only used his finger to point at the few weapons in his hand, and then closed his mouth and did not speak further.

Yao Yuan understood something and nodded his head.

Lao Lang knew that he was not strong enough and applied to admit defeat. After receiving Yao Yuan's acknowledgement, the judge opened the door and walked in, telling the spectators that Yao Yuan was the final winner.

Some people were happy, some were worried, and the ones who were happy were naturally those who wanted to watch the dark horse's counterattack. As for those who were more worried, they would definitely bet on Lao Lang winning, which was the reason why they were angry.

In the remaining time, Yao Yuan did not continue watching and returned to the resting room, preparing to slowly raise his arm.

His right hand was truly unable to take it. Just now, when he was facing Lao Lang, Yao Yuan still had the strength to fight, but the final opponent he was about to face was truly difficult.

As expected, Young Master Zhao still came over. Yao Yuan immediately stood up, and roared at Yao Yuan: "Young Master Zhao, why didn't you tell me anything! You clearly know that the last two battles will not end until one side dies. Why didn't you tell me anything? "

Young Master Zhao was obviously stunned, he looked at the furious Yao Yuan and said: "What are you saying, if you want to admit defeat, you can call the referee at any time, right?"

Yao Yuan coldly snorted. "Really? Did you see the referee ignore me when I shouted the referee's name? "

Young Master Zhao discovered that Yao Yuan's tone was indeed a little off, so he hurriedly said. "This is definitely not what you think it is, I definitely didn't know about this matter before, if I had known about it, I definitely wouldn't not have told you.

Yao Yuan laughed and said, "Is that so?"

After all, Yao Yuan was someone that he had invited to come here on his own accord, so he must definitely be responsible for him. It was the first time Young Master Zhao had encountered such a situation today, and it was also the first time he had encountered such a feeling.

"Yao Yuan, wait a moment. Can you listen to what I have to say?"

Seeing that Yao Yuan had calmed down, Young Master Zhao hurriedly said. "I do not know anything about the life and death contract that you mentioned, so you must understand one thing: I will go and take a look at what is going on right now. If there really is a change in the rules, then why don't I know, is that okay?"

In reality, what had happened had already happened. Yao Yuan had already narrowly escaped death, so the anger in his heart must have lessened by quite a bit.

Just thinking that he would have to face the finals later, Yao Yuan started to feel nervous.

With that, the Young Master Zhao did not wait for Yao Yuan to say anything as he opened the door and left the place.

The time of the finals was 10 o'clock at night, the beginning of the night life. The organizers had arranged the time here in order to attract more spectators.

Yao Yuan did not say a word. He left the Sacred Hall by himself, and when he left, the poster for the competition had already been completed, and was pasted at the entrance of the Sacred Hall.

Yao Yuan who was on the poster appeared to be in high spirits, his eyes filled with the desire to fight.

After knowing the time of the finals, Yao Yuan returned to his own room. Looking at his arm that was so swollen that it looked swollen, Yao Yuan felt very uncomfortable in his heart.