Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1022 - 1023: The Expected Outcome

"I lost."

Lorand acknowledged his defeat.

Immediately, the referee announced the result of the match:

"The winner is contestant Yang Yu!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the arena erupted with cheers and applause.

Amid these sounds, Yang Yu raised his sword and shield high, proudly puffing out his chest, savoring the hard-earned victory.

It's not that this match was extremely difficult, but rather... Yang Yu had gone through countless adventures, large and small, to stand on this stage.

No one, upon seeing Yang Yu three and a half years ago, would have believed he had the ability to stand on the stage of the Dragon God Conference and achieve victory.

Yet, Yang Yu indeed accomplished it.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Yang Yu approached Lorand and extended his hand in a friendly gesture.

Lorand gave a helpless smile, took Yang Yu's hand with his small arm, and stood up.

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Watching the final through the screen, Aslit placed his fingers on his temples, recorded the scene just then, and transmitted it through a black ring to the distant Count Blood.

In the grand castle, Gula Bolai sat on the throne, listening to a female Hapi with unusually colored feathers recount recent events.

Upon receiving the information about Yang Yu's victory, Gula Bolai smiled knowingly and murmured to himself:

"Things are gradually getting interesting. At that time, not drawing him in was truly a pity."

Hearing Gula Bolai's inexplicable words, the female Hapi instinctively paused her report.

Gula Bolai lightly snapped his fingers, and a mass of blood-red appeared above a crystal-clear crystal glass, filling the empty cup halfway with blood.

Lifting the crystal glass, savoring it carefully, Gula Bolai's charming smile spread across his face:

"Pay no mind, just received a report from a subordinate that surprised me.

I have a general idea of what you reported.

Just leave those suddenly appearing islands, protected by barriers, alone without expending forces to investigate further."

Zhimu responded firmly: "Yes."

"Go back and rest. The next one to report, come forward."

Zhimu slowly withdrew, and a man covered in armored scales, with a short neck, walked through the hall door towards Gula Bolai.

The man's body was extremely robust, standing over two meters tall.

With each step, the scales on his armor clattered loudly.

At first glance, his short neck made him somewhat resemble a Fishman, but he belonged to the Spiny Scale Lizard Clan.

This subhuman race lived on islands and was exceptionally good at swimming.

Though not truly a sea-dwelling species, their living habits highly overlapped with some sea-dwelling species.

This inevitably led to competition for some common resources.

Unfortunately, these Spiny Scale Lizards were no match for true sea-dwelling species in the sea.

They couldn't breathe underwater and had to come up for air regularly.

Thousands of years ago, the Spiny Scale Lizard Clan inhabited islands near major warm currents, living in prosperity without worry.

But since some sea-dwelling species defied the Sea Mother's allocation and united to drive them away,

the Spiny Scale Lizards were gradually pushed away from their homeland, retreating to barren islands, reducing their numbers from tens of thousands to just about two hundred.

Even with only two hundred in the clan, many still perished during years of famine.

The Spiny Scale Lizard Clan always had a dream.

They wanted to return to their homeland, repair those sea-dwelling species who broke their oaths, and reclaim everything that was theirs.

As time passed, often teetering on the edge of starvation, they drifted further from their dream.

What seemed destined to fade into oblivion found a turnaround fifteen years ago.

The Clan Leader, Benglie Ci Lin, gazed at the man on the throne with immense pride, unhesitatingly bowing before him.

It was this man before him who changed the situation for their clan, giving them a chance to realize their dream.

Benglie Ci Lin swore to lead his people and forever pledge loyalty to the man before him, so long as it meant realizing that dream.

No matter the order given by this man, Benglie Ci Lin vowed to personally carry it out.

Today was the weekly reporting day, and Benglie Ci Lin personally came to the residence of the [Count Blood], offering the latest intelligence he had gathered.

"Count Blood, my lord, we have discovered a new underground maze in both the southeast and east under our control. It is the maze of Hero Lox..."

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The view returned to the Dragon God Conference arena as Yang Yu slowly stepped off the stage, waiting to be called aside.

The host tried to further ignite the atmosphere following the heat of the final, but whenever it involved Aslit, the atmosphere would become awkwardly strange.

The host, aware of where this oddity stemmed from, didn't forcibly try to reignite the atmosphere, instead returning the attention to the contestants and the referee.

The match to decide the third place began amid the audience's shouts for Hualan.

For Hualan, this match was an unprecedentedly tough battle.

The Holy Light would cause great damage to Spiritual Bodies, and destructive Dark attribute magic similarly inflicted significant harm.

Aslit's blade, wrapped in that black aura, could instantly slice through the Spiritual Bodies released by Hualan, preventing them from converging and regenerating momentarily.

With this trait, Aslit had a fair chance against Lorand.

However, she chose to forfeit, opting to battle against Hualan, whom she had a better chance of defeating.

Against Aslit's layers of offense, how could Hualan easily concede?

Hualan racked her brains, setting up layers of traps.

But even if Aslit stepped into a pitfall, Hualan still had no answer for Aslit.

Finally, Hualan summoned a Contracted Spirit Body for defense, seeing a glimmer of hope for a comeback...

But Aslit employed the [Ghost Dance] and [Broken Wind Style. Unlimited], shattering the Spirit Body's defense, severely injuring Hualan.

Countless people held their breaths for Hualan, watching as she resolutely stood back up, the arena exploded with unprecedented cheers, spectators waving flags in support of this Fish-dragon Clan girl.

Alas, reality was merciless.

Victory in a match isn't decided by who shouts the loudest or who has greater perseverance.

Hualan's spiritual power struggled against Aslit, a daunting challenge.

Seeing her Contracted Spirit Body struck by Aslit's sharp blade, revealing an expression of immense pain, Hualan felt a deep wrench in her heart.

Under Aslit's relentless advance, Hualan was ultimately knocked down, losing the match.

For Aslit, it was a total domination.

No one cheered in jubilation for Aslit's victory.

Only after Aslit turned towards the passage to await the start of the awards ceremony did a smattering of applause rise from the audience, accolades for Hualan's effort.

Thus, all competitions of the Dragon God Conference concluded.

What followed was the awards ceremony.