Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1017 - 1018: Tian Ji’s Horse Racing

The giant wave crashed against the barrier, filling the gaps around the battle stage, surged onto the stage, and spread to Yang Yu's calves.

As time passed, these streams of water turned back into Magic Power and slowly disappeared.

Standing on a puddle that hadn't completely disappeared, the referee of the Dragon God Conference announced the result:

"Winner, contestant Yang Yu."

Amidst the cheering of the audience, Yang Yu put away his sword and shield.

The Ghost Fishman Warrior's attack was quite fierce. If it hadn't sapped so much blood from Yang Yu, he wouldn't have been able to activate [Fury Blood] and swiftly end the battle.

The second contracted spirit body summoned by Hualan was also extremely powerful.

If not for the barrier's protection, that giant wave could have flattened the entire arena where Yang Yu stood.

Hualan truly contracted with some remarkable spiritual bodies.

Fortunately, Hualan could only sync with one contracted spirit body at a time, release skills, and display the spirit's true strength during their lifetime.

The giant wave she released also drained the Magic Power from the Fishman Warrior and other spiritual bodies' materialization, giving Yang Yu the opportunity.

Medical personnel arrived by Yang Yu and Hualan's side, providing them with Healing.

The wounds on Hualan's body instantly healed as before, and her depleted stamina and Magic Power were fully restored.

"Master, you truly didn't misjudge." Standing up, Hualan politely extended her hand to Yang Yu, "If I have the chance, I must show you my third, fourth, and fifth contracted spirit bodies. They're all very powerful.

I am very curious, if I went all out, would you still be able to win against me....."

Yang Yu took Hualan's smooth hand and said, "If there's a chance, I'll personally witness it.

Your next opponent is very strong.

The Dragon God Conference is extremely brutal, your opponent won't wait for you to showcase all your strength before making their move.

Good luck."

"Hmm, I will take care. Good luck in the finals."

They encouraged each other briefly. Hualan retrieved her cloak that had been thrown out, wrapped it around her smooth body, and left the battle stage.

Yang Yu closely followed behind, also leaving the battle stage and returning to the audience seats.

Just at the entrance to the audience seats, Yang Yu met Lang Yi, who was leaning against the wall, glaring at him.

"Too heavy-handed! My sister is so cute, how could you bring yourself to harm her! If you're going to defeat her, at least be gentle!"

Lang Yi originally wanted to say this, but wresting the Dragon Race Essence bestowed by the giant dragon, it's perfectly normal for the continent's geniuses to go all out.

If Lang Yi participated in the competition, he would also exert all his strength to leave his opponent defenseless, having no qualification to criticize Yang Yu at all.

Forcing a criticism would only result in being rendered speechless by Yang Yu.

Even though Lang Yi dearly loved his sister and didn't want her to be wronged, seeing her being bullied and wanting to stand up for her, Lang Yi's rationality still prevailed over sensibility, restraining his emotions.

Lang Yi said nothing but could only look at Yang Yu with resentful eyes, expressing his inner frustration.

Lang Yi did not pick a fight, so Yang Yu chose to ignore him and continued towards his comrades.

Sena, hugging He Meng, was quite interested in Lotcar, who could transform into a Demon. After Yang Yu's match ended, she fired off question after question, leaving Lotcar overwhelmed.

Gordon seemed to have calmed down, playing with a Magic Cube.

Wanjing Zhuhua had something to say, pushed his glasses and only ultimately said, "Congratulations."

Yang Yu settled into his spot, while Iyas breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest.

Bai Jin smiled sweetly and said, "Welcome back."

Yang Yu simply replied with "I'm back," then cast his gaze towards the arena, quietly waiting for the next match.

Not only Yang Yu, countless others also turned their eyes to the field, eagerly anticipating to see Lorand of the Shadow Hand Clan teach Aslit a lesson.

However, after Lorand of the Shadow Hand Clan finished entering the arena, Aslit was nowhere to be seen.

The audience in the stands waited anxiously, but even three or four minutes past the scheduled time, there was no sign of Aslit.

After a while, the referee placed his hand on his temple and received a message passed on by the corridor guards.

Upon learning that Yang Yu had advanced to the final, Aslit decisively decided to forfeit the semi-final.

The guards repeatedly tried to persuade her to continue in the competition, but all efforts were in vain; they could only pass this message to the referee.

There weren't no precedents for surrendering before going on stage, but surrendering in the semi-finals was almost unheard of.

After some deliberation, the referee decided to follow the rules of the Dragon God Conference and publicly announced:

"This match, player Aslit surrenders! The winner, player Lorand of the Shadow Hand Clan!"

As soon as this declaration was made, the entire venue was in an uproar.

The spectators in the stands engaged in fervent discussions about why Aslit had forfeited, quickly deducing that Aslit believed she couldn't defeat Lorand, so chose to abandon unnecessary combat to focus on contending for third place.

Many people noticed that the black Magic Power could cause damage to Aslit's body that even the Dragon God Conference's barriers couldn't repair.

Pouring all efforts would lead to a loss, and could cause self-harm. It was better to conserve all strength, and target the easier Spirit Manipulator to deal with.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

"This is the Dragon God Conference! Since you entered, show the determination to defeat every opponent!"

"Coward! Coward! Get back to the Demon World! You're not welcome here!"

The stands erupted in curses, and the situation quickly spiraled out of control.

Yang Yu rubbed his temple; the worry he had came to fruition.

Aslit put on a show of racing stratagems.

Yang Yu wasn't sure if Count Blood was manipulating behind the scenes, but Aslit's move indeed caused some trouble for him.

Yang Yu couldn't truly ascertain Lorand's strength. Whether Lorand was a mule or a horse, he'd have to check himself.

Just as the scene descended into chaos, Lorand crossed his arms and looked at the referee, asking:

"Did that little girl really forfeit the match?"

The referee nodded to Lorand, "Hard to imagine getting this far, still choosing this. Please, player Lorand, return to the resting area for a bit; we'll proceed to the finals shortly."

"Going back is quite troublesome. Let's just start the finals right here!" Lorand stated calmly.

"Ah... this...." The referee appeared dumbfounded, scratching the back of his head, lost on what to do.

"That competitor named Yang Yu had a magnificent win; right now, he surely wants to seize the momentum to win the tournament.

If he waits a few minutes, it might wear down his fighting spirit.

You can ask his opinion; if he disagrees, I'm willing to wait."

Lorand straightforwardly posited his reasoning, leaving no room for refusal.

The referee felt even more troubled, but just then, a voice from the committee arrived in his earpiece:

"No problem, follow his suggestion.

To quell the audience chaos, the best approach is with an exciting next match. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Even if the next match doesn't impress, the time has come for the Enchanting Demon's appearance; she cannot withdraw...

After it's over, host the ceremonial awarding immediately."