"Untouchables and dust, I have written down the shame today, and I will repay it with blood in the future!"
After Bai Zhanfeng appeared, he took a few deep breaths, forced down the chaotic atmosphere, and stared at Chen Feng with overwhelming resentment.
Chen Feng smiled faintly and rose into the sky: "There is no need to come tomorrow, just now! Come on, come on, the outcome is still undecided, let's continue!"
"Huh, don't be so arrogant. I hope you can always be so arrogant in the future!"
Bai Zhanfeng gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, then turned sideways and saluted City Lord Bai on the stage.
"Father, my child is incompetent. Not only did he fail to save my brother's life, but he also caused you such great humiliation. I really don't have the face to come down to see you. I am so ashamed that I have to go back to the sect to practice hard in order to wash away the shame in the future.
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"Okay! Feng'er, as the saying goes, one learns from every experience, and what happened today can be considered a lesson, so you can go with peace of mind!"
At this point, City Lord Bai understood that letting him stay would only make him a laughing stock. He nodded and closed his eyes helplessly.
Seeing his father like this, Bai Zhanfeng felt not only shame, but also endless shame.
He, a powerful innate man, was defeated by a master and a pariah. If word spread, not only would he lose face, but his father would also be implicated and become a laughing stock. From now on, no one in Wushi City would fear his majesty again.
Hateful, really hateful!
"You bastard, the next time we meet, you will definitely die!"
After giving Chen Feng another resentful look, he swayed and flew away quickly.
"Oh, running away in the middle of the battle is really unheroic!"
Seeing the other party's figure leaving in a panic, Chen Feng did not go after him, but just shouted.
After all, the other party is an innately strong person. If he insists on leaving, he cannot be stopped by force. Moreover, there is a stronger obstacle in the form of City Lord Bai.
Blinking his eyes, Chen Feng glanced across the square and finally landed on City Lord Bai.
"Lord City Lord, there are only two people left on the field now. Is it time to announce the results of the conference?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's attention was suddenly drawn back.
Bai Zhanfeng's appearance was just an accident. Today's main event is the martial arts conference.
There were thirty people on the field at the beginning, but now only two are left standing. The result of the game is one point, and it is really time to announce it!
Listening to that annoying sound, City Lord Bai secretly gritted his teeth and opened his eyes.
"The rules of the martial arts conference are that the competition must be divided into life and death! Everyone on the field is just holding their breath and is unconscious. The conference is not over yet, so how can we announce the results?"
The dull words clearly reached the ears of everyone present, making everyone stunned.
Breath-holding coma, how is that possible?
They clearly saw Chen Feng's painful death blow with their own eyes, could it be possible that it was fake?
"Lord City Lord, I don't know why you said this. These people have obviously lost their vitality. How can they talk about being unconscious?"
Wu Yunzhe in the field glanced sideways at the many fallen people around him, frowned, and couldn't help but question.
In his perception, those people were not alive at all and were indeed dead.
"Yes, if they are unconscious, why can't they notice their vitality?"
Seeing Wu Yunzhe's question, some people in the crowd immediately raised their voices in agreement.
"That's right! With so many of us watching, how could there be any mistake? Is City Lord Bai overly concerned?"
"Is it because of what happened before that the city lord is unwilling and deliberately wants to make things difficult for Feng Chen?"
"That should be it. One of the two sons is dead and the other is injured. It is human nature to do this!"
"That's wrong. What a big deal is a martial arts conference? Even if you have the hatred of killing your son, you can't use public service for personal gain, right?"