Destiny Martial God

Qianlong Fort, on the ring!

"Either admit defeat or die!"

Holding a white stick, Yu Haoran repeated what he had said thirty-nine times to Huang Yan, who had just stepped onto the ring.

Without looking up at the purple-clothed middle-aged warrior in the air, Huang Yan stared directly at Yu Haoran, who was holding a high-grade stick magic weapon, with a struggling look in his eyes.

"Admit defeat, Yan'er, you must admit defeat!" Seeing the struggling look in Huang Yan's eyes, the kind old man on the south side of the stand couldn't help but pray in a low voice.

"Fifth Grandpa, does Yu Haoran dare to kill Brother Yan?" After hearing the kind old man's low prayer, the yellow-clothed girl asked with some disbelief.

"Girl, Chang Jianzong's body is still on the ring!" The kind old man pointed to a pile of meat paste two meters away from Huang Yan and reminded.

"Fifth Grandfather, Yu Haoran dared to kill Chang Jianzong directly, but that was just a trick to scare the monkeys. Would he dare to kill all the contestants who refused to admit defeat?" After her eyes swept across the pile of meat paste on the ring, the yellow-clothed girl's eyes flashed with a trace of fear, and she still retorted in disbelief.

"Girl, that's because you don't know Yu Haoran's character too well."

Facing the yellow-clothed girl's rebuttal, the kind old man cast his eyes on Yu Haoran, with admiration and envy in his eyes.

"With Yu Haoran's courage, let alone the contestants in front of him, even the son of the Tiangong of Yuxu Palace, the heir of the top inheritance family, as long as they provoke him, the result will be death."

"Fifth Grandfather, isn't Yu Haoran afraid of revenge afterwards?" Hearing the kind old man's evaluation of Haoran's courage, the yellow-clothed girl trembled slightly in her heart, and asked with some worry for some reason.

"Girl, Yu Haoran has given people two feelings since he showed his talent."

Looking at Yu Haoran holding a stick and ignoring Huang Yan, the kind old man explained with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"The first feeling is that he knows everything and can do everything in the way of alchemy, as if there is no elixir in the world that he doesn't know and can't refine."

"The second feeling is that he has countless trump cards and treasures. Whenever you think he has run out of tricks, he will have a way to turn the tables next."

The kind old man's explanation made the yellow-clothed girl look at Yu Haoran with a very curious look.

There was no emotion in his indifferent eyes. Huang Yan believed that if he didn't take the initiative to admit defeat, his fate would be exactly the same as Chang Jianzong.

Although he wanted to expand his horizons, improve his cultivation, and increase his experience in fighting against enemies by fighting with a strong man like Yu Haoran, compared with his own life, everything he expected just now was obviously unimportant.

So, after a strong inner struggle, Huang Yan finally smiled bitterly and shook his head, then looked up at the list in the air and said.

"I admit defeat!"

After the one-meter-long seven-color dragon finished swallowing, he bowed to Yu Haoran and said.

"Brother Yu, if there is a chance in the future, Huang Yan still hopes to have a real fight with you."

To this, Yu Haoran turned a blind eye and did not respond.

Appreciation is just appreciation, which does not mean that he has any good feelings for Huang Yan, and it is even more impossible for him to point out his cultivation through fighting in the future.

Yu Haoran's indifference made Huang Yan sigh slightly, then turned around and flew away from the ring.

At the moment when Huang Yan opened his mouth to admit defeat, the kind old man and the yellow-clothed girl in the stands couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I admit defeat!" The 59th-ranked contestant had just stepped onto the ring, and before Yu Haoran held the stick to open his mouth to admit defeat and threaten life and death, he directly admitted defeat.

"Brother Yu, goodbye!" After the one-meter-long seven-color dragon was completely swallowed, the 59th-ranked contestant waved goodbye.

Yu Haoran was stunned for a moment, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

But the smile did not last too long.

Because the next contestant who was forcibly brought to the ring was Jiang Jingya, who ranked 58th.

"Brother Yu, I have already discussed with Xiaofeng that I must take the opportunity of the final to teach you a lesson and let you know the consequences of being unkind and disloyal."

To everyone's surprise, although Jiang Jingya did not pay attention to the purple-clothed middle-aged strong man, she did not admit defeat directly. Instead, she began to threaten Yu Haoran.

However, thinking of Yu Haoran's initiative to resist the terrifying aura of the purple-clothed middle-aged strong man just now, and the unusual relationship between the two, everyone knew that Jiang Jingya was just a verbal threat, and it would definitely not affect Yu Haoran's next game.

And Jiang Jingya's next words directly confirmed everyone's guess.

"However, considering your current situation is not good, Xiaofeng and I decided to let you go first, and find an opportunity to teach you a lesson in the future."

Without giving Yu Haoran any chance to speak, Jiang Jingya looked up and admitted defeat to the list in the air.

"I admit defeat!"

"Brother Yu, come on!" After the one-meter-long seven-color dragon finished the process of swallowing, Jiang Jingya shouted loudly with a clenched fist as she flew away from the ring.

Nodding to Jiang Jingya who was flying away from the ring, Yu Haoran looked up at the purple-clothed middle-aged strong man in the air, his eyes still full of contempt and ridicule, which almost made the purple-clothed middle-aged strong man who had just calmed down his anger lose control of his emotions.

Fortunately, his strong state of mind helped him suppress his anger.

With the 58th and 57th players on the list voluntarily admitting defeat, Yu Haoran welcomed another familiar opponent.

"Xiaoran, when will you grow up!" Looking at Yu Haoran, who was tall and straight and exuded a hint of kingly aura, Yu Siqi felt very relieved and complained with a headache.

"Sister, I'm sorry!"

Knowing that his rash act of offending the seven venerables of Qianlongbao made his sister worried and scared, Yu Haoran apologized quickly with great self-blame.

"Alas!"

Faced with Yu Haoran's apology without rebuttal, Yu Siqi's complaints were suddenly speechless. She could only sigh and look up at the list in the air and said.

"I admit defeat!"

"Xiaoran, be careful!" Yu Siqi reminded him when he left the ring after the one-meter-long seven-color dragon completed the swallowing process.

Nodding to Yu Siqi to indicate that he understood, Yu Haoran watched her leave the ring and cast his eyes directly at Jian Wuhen.

Because Jian Wuhen was ranked very close to Jiang Jingya, Yu Siqi, and Qin Lingfei, all between 50th and 60th.

"Junior brother Yu, I believe you will be the one who laughs last!" Jian Wuhen, who was forcibly brought to the ring, also did not raise his head to pay attention to the purple-clothed middle-aged warrior, but just said with a trusting smile on his face.