Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 999 - 1001: The Sorrowful Barrier

The storm in the sky gradually subsided, and the surrounding cheers kept coming, which Vorquis found extremely piercing.

He once desired to bask in such applause and become the focus of the crowd, but now, he feared standing on that kind of stage.

Watching Yang Yu extend a friendly hand to Wind Snatching, exchanging peacefully and encouraging each other.

Vorquis felt that he and the other participants on stage were from two different worlds.

After Yang Yu's match ended, Vorquis watched a few more games.

Each match, Vorquis would project himself onto the stage.

But once he did, scenes of himself being defeated emerged continuously before his eyes.

Can't win, absolutely can't win.

Even if he possesses great strength, without any skill, he would definitely be carried off in various ways.

The more he imagined, the more terrified he became.

Vorquis's hand trembled slightly, despite not wanting to admit it... he felt like a failure, an utterly worthless failure.

And this world doesn't need a failure to save it.

Suddenly, a feathered hand was placed on Vorquis's hand, clumsily grabbing Vorquis's hand with its thumb.

"Master Vorquis will definitely not lose to them.

Master Vorquis lost purely because of bad luck.

If you fight again, Master Vorquis, you will definitely defeat them easily!

Hapi believes in Master Vorquis!"

No, afraid even if they fought ten thousand times, he wouldn't win against any of them.

Poor comfort only deepens sorrow.

Yet Vorquis didn't find it annoying, and kept smiling bitterly, gently gripping Hapi's finger.

Time ticked away slowly.

Starting from the fourth round, the Dragon God Tournament became intense, with more evenly matched and exciting games.

Dominating matches were not absent; Bai Jin was the victor in one of these dominant matches. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Bai Jin's personal prowess far exceeded other contestants, thanks to her father's and Tico's teaching, and through countless practical battles.

Having witnessed Yang Yu's prowess, more and more people were eager to see the strength of other members of Yang Yu's S-Class adventure group.

This was people's inherent admiration of the strong.

After defeating her opponent, Bai Jin intended to raise her magic wand to declare her victory to Yang Yu, but upon noticing countless eyes upon her, she bashfully bowed to the referee and her opponent.

Perhaps in the next match, Bai Jin will be able to adapt to those gazes and stand tall with confidence.

But in the next match, whether it's Aslit or Qiuye advancing, it's a huge test for Bai Jin.

One careless move, and failure is possible.

With the referee's consent, Bai Jin used flying magic and flew to the spectators' seats.

Yang Yu made room for Bai Jin to sit beside him, "Well done, Bai Jin.

Aslit and Qiuye's match is about to begin. Watch their battle carefully and look for their weaknesses.

I'll also give you some advice; it would be best if we could both meet in the finals."

Bai Jin nodded, her gaze following Yang Yu towards the arena.

Holding the beloved blade, Qiuye Doreen stepped into the center of the field first, completely removing her black robe, revealing a doll-like exquisite face, her upward-tilted eyes giving her youthful face a touch of heroism.

Qiuye Doreen is the first genius of the Broken Wind Style, attracting her family's attention since childhood.

Growing up, she gradually realized many problems within her family, yet lacking the ability to change the family, she secretly left alone, determined to grow stronger through training.

Her way of training was to attend the Dragon God Tournament alone, confronting various masters there.

Upon first leaving the family, Qiuye Doreen faced many difficulties, even lacking some crucial common knowledge.

After enduring hardships and meeting good people... she gradually learned the art of living alone.

Her journey wasn't only filled with good people; she also encountered many bad ones, but due to her strength, she managed to stay unharmed each time.

Gradually, Qiuye Doreen began to enjoy all aspects of her journey.

Just as Qiuye Doreen happily embarked on her journey to the Dragon God Tournament, her family was burning with anxiety like ants on a hot pan.

Having searched fruitlessly, they could only come to the Dragon God Tournament.

Finally, they indeed found Qiuye Doreen at the tournament.

Unfortunately, as Qiuye remained in the hotel provided by the Dragon God Tournament, the Broken Wind Style without other participants was kept outside by the tournament's law enforcement staff; even after spending a fortune to send messages, Qiuye simply wouldn't meet them.

Behind Yang Yu in the stands, the current Family Head of Broken Wind Style crossed his arms, watching the game.

He decided to catch Qiuye after the tournament and have a long talk.

As for the other daughter...

The Family Head of Broken Wind Style looked toward the dark passage opposite Qiuye, anticipating Aslit's arrival, just like Qiuye.

Time slowly passed, and as the entry time was running out, a tall figure emerged from the dark passage.

She wore a white fox mask, a black sword at her waist, her black tight-fitting outfit displaying her graceful figure, and her long black hair cascading like a waterfall.

The sun above Aslit's head cast an abyssal black shadow.

Step by step, Aslit's clear footsteps echoed in the arena as she approached her sister.

The moment she had longed for was about to arrive.

"Sister."

Qiuye raised her head, gazing complicatedly at Aslit, feeling no closeness towards her.

Aslit seemed to belong to a different world.

Realizing this made Qiuye slightly retreat within, but she still tried to greet her:

"It's really been some time, sister, how have you been lately?"

"Sister's figure is truly amazing. Unlike me... when will I be as sexy and beautiful as her sister?"

"Sister, do you still remember when we were children? We built a really big sandcastle together...."

No matter what Qiuye said, Aslit remained indifferent, quietly waiting for the match to start.

"And then... and then...."

As Qiuye spoke, tears welled in her eyes.

Rather than being loudly complained to, Qiuye feared the silent response more.

Before stepping on stage, Qiuye held onto a slight hope that at least her sister would respond to her....

But....

Now, she realized she and her sister's last bond had been brutally severed.

Qiuye's shoulders trembled slightly, trying hard not to cry.

She was now an adult, and couldn't shed tears in such a place, embarrassing herself.

The Dragon God Tournament referees wouldn't care about the fighters' emotions; they only knew it was time to announce the start of the match,

"Take your positions!"