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Just as Feng Zhi had expected, seeing that the time it took to burn an incense stick was about to end, the dozen or so warriors, who were originally watching the competition with cold eyes, finally made a move.

Before they moved, one of them even glanced at Feng Zhi's group with extreme fear.

It was obvious that this person viewed Feng Zhi and the others as extremely threatening opponents.

At this time, most of the thousand warriors who had been the first to fight were already tired out from trying their best.

Although they did not see any blood at all, during this period of time, not only did they have to pay attention to the movement of the ball, they also had to pay attention to whether or not someone took the opportunity to attack the ball. When attacking, they also had to use all of their strength to calculate how much strength they had to use in order for the opponent to not be able to get the ball, and not be able to injure anyone.

All in all, this was a war without smoke, and it was far more tiring than it looked.

While most of them were exhausted, the addition of those ten people had undoubtedly stirred a huge commotion in everyone's hearts.

Even if the crowd had noticed these ten or so people, they didn't have much they could do at the moment.

While they were fighting, these ten-odd people were waiting in leisure. They did not attack as they watched their opponents consume most of their strength, before taking action against these opponents who no longer had any strength left …

Most people were cursing in their hearts.

Despicable!

However, no matter how much he cursed, it would not change the current situation.

Those ten people were currently in their best condition. Even if the crowd wanted to stop them, they did not have any strength left in them during the previous fight. Now, looking at those ten people who were like ferocious tigers coming out of their cages, they actually had some strength left in their hearts, and even if they hastily launched an attack, those dozen people were easily able to dodge it.

Stepping on the heads of the crowd, the dozen or so people finally arrived at the center of the group.

At this moment, the red ball of silk fell from the sky from about ten meters away.

One of them struck out his palm at the people around him at an extremely fast speed, forcing them to take a few steps back. Then, he stepped on the shoulder of the person below and leaped into the air.

The others were a bit upset, but it was too late to attack.

The man's hand had already touched the ball.

This was the first time someone had touched the ball since Yue Tang threw it away.

Even the martial practitioner revealed a hint of pride on his face.

In the next moment, the warrior's complacent expression froze.

Then, under the confused gaze of everyone, the warrior's face contorted as he moved from extreme calmness to extreme activity. Then, like a sharp arrow that had just left the bow, he fell heavily onto the street.

Boom!

The man hit the street with a loud crash.

The crowd was silent for a moment.

Right now, the most important thing was to control the embroidered ball in his hands. The time it took to burn an incense stick to burn was about to end, as long as he managed to snatch the embroidered ball in the last period of time, he would be able to become the husband of the young miss of the Yue clan.

With such expectations in mind, the following battle was even more intense than it had been in the beginning. It could even be considered as tragic.

At the start, everyone was still able to maintain a bit of rationality and react appropriately when they made a move, but now that the most intense moment had arrived, many people had already completely gone insane. Even if they could not get the ball, they could not let others get the idea.

No one had sustained any serious injuries during this period of time. However, blood had been spilled over and over again during this period of time.

Of course, everyone participating in the battle for the embroidered ball was also within their expectations. Even if they were injured, there wouldn't be any complaints.

However, what surprised everyone was the strangeness of the embroidered ball.

Who knew what Yue Tang did when he threw the ball. As long as someone touched the ball, they would always be hit and blown away by a huge force, falling to the same fate as the first Warrior who touched the ball.

Feng Zhi saw with her sharp eyes that above the Cloud Tower, Yue Tang, who was currently fighting below, had a slightly mocking smile on his face.

Tsk tsk, the most malicious of women!

Feng Zhi sighed with emotion. She did not think that she would be so ruthless that she would not care if she were buried.

Just then, the old man who had spoken before spoke again. That ancient voice rang in everyone's ears, "Ladies and gentlemen, the time taken for one incense stick to burn is about to end. Countdown, 10, 9, 8 …"

With the old man's countdown, the thousand plus martial artists' fight for the embroidered ball became even more intense.

Every second, there would be people who would fly out due to the immense force of the ball, but in the next moment, there would definitely be other people who would reach out their hands towards the ball.

Feng Zhi and the others were a little curious as to who would take the ball in the end, but if no one took it, then that would be funny, could it be that the Yue Clan wanted to make Yue Tang throw the ball again?

With such a carefree attitude, Feng Zhi and the others waited anxiously for him.

At this moment, the old man's countdown reached the last few digits.

"..." "Three, two …"

Seeing that the countdown was about to end, at this time, the embroidered ball that everyone was fighting over was hit by a palm wind from someone. It suddenly deviated from its original trajectory and flew towards another direction.

As for Feng Zhi and the others, they caught sight of a red figure from the corner of their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, no one had time to react to what had happened.

The first to make a move was Long Yan.

The red shadow was flying towards Feng Zhi, and since Long Yan was already used to protecting him, even if he knew of Feng Zhi's strength, he was still worried that she would be harmed because of it. He subconsciously raised his hand up towards the red shadow.

The object in his hand vibrated rapidly in his hand, and he could faintly feel a powerful force.

Long Yan used some force on the thing in his hand before he finally calmed it down.

Only now did he realize that the thing that he had caught in his hands was actually the ball that everyone was fighting over …

Long Yan...

The thousand plus warriors were also speechless.

Long Yan immediately reacted.

It was a ball!

After thinking about what it meant to snatch the ball, how could he hesitate? He raised his hand and threw the ball to the side.

Unfortunately, the person closest to Long Yan was the similarly shocked Feng Lai.

When Long Yan threw it, the embroidered ball was caught by the Phoenix who had yet to react.

Feng Lai's reaction wasn't slow either. At the same time he received the embroidered ball, he threw it out …