134: Chapter 134 Sun Jiadong Dies!

At Official Wu Tian's command, before the other three groups could even make a move, Qi Zhenglu, who had been struggling for a long time, raised a hand with difficulty: "I concede."

"The competition hasn't even started, and two people have already conceded."

"At this rate, we'll know who the first place winner is very soon."

"Is there even a need to compete for first place? It's nothing more than choosing between Wang Xianliang and Young Master Qi."

"That's not necessarily true; the strength of Ye Yisong from the Ye Family should not be underestimated either."

"Ye Yisong's strength is strong, yes, but it's still a bit lacking compared to Wang Xianliang and Young Master Qi."

The Martial Artists below were discussing animatedly, and most of them favored Wang Xianliang and Young Master Qi to take first place in the competition.

Few Martial Artists favored Ye Yisong.

Wang Xianliang and Young Master Qi had both displayed their Martial Dao Seeds—and weapon-type Martial Dao Seeds at that—which, when combined with the Martial Skills they cultivated, were truly astonishing in power.

As for the remaining five, even fewer people favored them.

The members of the Sun Family looked at Sun Jiadong on the stage with anxious expressions. It had been clearly agreed upon that unless the opponent was Wang Xiannan, he should concede immediately. What was going on now?

"Big Brother, what is going on with Jiadong? Why is he still on the stage?" Sun Chengan said anxiously to Sun Chengzong beside him.

Sun Jiadong was the leader of the next generation of the Sun Family; if he were to perish here, how would the two brothers explain it to the clan elders upon their return?

"It must be someone from the Wei Family who promised Jiadong certain benefits." Recalling something he had inadvertently seen yesterday—a Disciple of the Wei Family chatting with Sun Jiadong for a long time—Sun Chengzong said with a dark expression.

"The Wei Family has such a vicious heart, actually sending Jiadong to his death," Sun Chengan said indignantly. Based on the intelligence they possessed and Sun Jiadong's strength, they did not believe Sun Jiadong could defeat Ye Yisong.

"No, I'm going to call him down." As he spoke, Sun Chengan prepared to step forward and call out to Sun Jiadong.

"Younger brother, do not be reckless," Sun Chengzong hurriedly stopped him. Martial Artists below the ring must not have any influence on the competition; this was no child's play.

Even though Vice Prefect Wu Jin had been sitting idly to the side, leaving all affairs of the Prefecture Examination to Official Wu Tian as if the competition had nothing to do with him, if anyone dared to interfere with the normal order of the competition, Vice Prefect Wu Jin would certainly let them know how to write the word 'death'.

The Prefecture Examination was the Great Wei's grand competition for talent; it would not tolerate interference from anyone!

"Since Jiadong chose to fight Ye Yisong, he must have the confidence to come down from Ye Yisong's hands unscathed." At this point, Sun Chengzong could only comfort himself, hoping that Sun Jiadong would be safe and sound.

"This... sigh!" Sun Chengan had just been overcome by his impulses, but after Sun Chengzong's reminder, he came to his senses. First, he felt a wave of lingering fear, followed immediately by boundless worry for his nephew.

Ye Yisong looked at Sun Jiadong, who stood opposite him as if facing a formidable enemy, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile involuntarily: "I thought you weren't afraid of death?"

"Since you know my strength and still harbor wishful thinking, then go to your death!"

In Cangjiang Prefecture, it was not just the three Royal Families that had fierce struggles; stronger Martial Ancestor Families would also have occasional clashes with the Royal Families, though it was not as intense as the conflicts between the Royal Families themselves.

Under normal circumstances, a Fifth-Tier Royal would not attack a Tier 4 Martial Ancestor, except for some shameless old fogies.

The Prefecture Governor of Cangjiang Prefecture would not sit idly by and watch the three Martial Kings of the three great families act recklessly.

The Prefecture Governor had a certain responsibility and obligation to protect the talented Martial Artists under his jurisdiction; as these talented Martial Artists grew up, they would also serve the Great Wei.

However, if one was killed by someone of the same rank, the Prefecture Governor would not be held responsible.

It was precisely because of the existence of the Prefecture Governors in various places that many Martial Ancestor Families dared to contend with Royal Families in matters that did not involve the core resources or secret techniques of the Royal Families, which also ensured that Great Wei had a constant stream of fresh blood injected into every region.

The opportunity was rare; Ye Yisong naturally had to seize this chance to eradicate Sun Jiadong in one fell swoop and eliminate a threat for his Family.

"Hundred-Step Lotus."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Yisong caused ten green lotuses to bloom on the ring. With virtual and real alternating, ten points of green light flickered and shone; they appeared to drift randomly, but in reality, they had already formed a pincer movement against Sun Jiadong.

Seeing the green lotuses drifting from Ye Yisong's palm, Sun Jiadong retreated rapidly. He had long heard of the power of the green lotuses.

Especially the tragic state of Qi Deqing being blown to death by Ye Yisong, which was still fresh in his mind. He had come to earn Medicinal Pills, not to throw his life away.

With his strength as a Seven-Star Martial Master, Sun Jiadong was confident that even if he couldn't defeat Ye Yisong, as long as he didn't face Ye Yisong head-on and avoided his various strange techniques, maneuvering for a while would not be a problem.

"Naive."

Seeing Sun Jiadong lingering at the edge of the ring, vainly attempting to avoid the siege of the green lotuses, Ye Yisong smiled contemptuously.

If they were anywhere else, this method of Sun Jiadong's might have worked, but this was a ring; the more Sun Jiadong dodged like this, the less room he would have to maneuver.

"Could it be that this kid really hasn't comprehended a Martial Dao Seed?" Sun Jiadong thought uncertainly. He had held out for so long simply to investigate whether Ye Yisong, like Young Master Qi, had comprehended a Martial Dao Seed.

Ye Yisong saw through Sun Jiadong's little scheme at a glance. Wanting to test out his trump cards? Sun Jiadong wasn't qualified.

Even without using his trump cards, relying on the explosive power of the green lotuses was enough to blow up this clown, Sun Jiadong.

Vainly attempting to dance on the tip of a blade—I don't know if you have the ability to survive.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer...

The ten green lotuses had almost forced Sun Jiadong into a small corner of less than ten square meters. Looking at the flickering green lotuses, Sun Jiadong did not dare to test their sharpness.

Sun Jiadong had observed for a long time but couldn't determine which one was real and which one was fake, so how could he dare to touch these beautiful lotuses?

However, Sun Jiadong was wrong this time; these ten green lotuses didn't need to be distinguished at all.

Because all ten green lotuses were real!

Among them, three were Nine-Colored Green Lotuses, and most of the remaining seven were single-colored green lotuses, with only a few being three-colored green lotuses.

Being blown to death by ten green lotuses, Sun Jiadong could be considered to have died in a fitting manner.

The two men's eyes met across the distance; Sun Jiadong knew he should withdraw, and Ye Yisong also knew it was at this moment.

"I..."

"Explode."

A small mushroom cloud rose slowly in a corner of the ring, blocking everyone's line of sight; no one knew what was going on inside.

The two had acted almost simultaneously. Watching Sun Jiadong buried in the sea of fire, Ye Yisong wondered what Sun Jiadong had wasted those few breaths on the stage for.

Did he really want to force out Ye Yisong's trump cards by blindly retreating?

Naive to the point of being laughable!

When the smoke cleared completely, Sun Jiadong, who had had an arm and a leg blown off, lay quietly on the scorching floor.

"Jiadong!" Sun Chengan looked at Sun Jiadong's corpse with his eyes splitting from rage.