"You can't go near them now," the referee said in a low voice.
The referee said in a low voice, "You've already injured him … He died because his heart was broken. Your slap just now hit his chest."
As he spoke, the referee opened his mouth. He felt that it was somewhat impossible.
With 9: 1's strength, there was no need to injure these people.
The referee could vaguely guess what was going on, but it was useless.
Wang Feng sneered silently and walked down the stage.
In an instant!
The crowd was in an uproar!
This was the first time someone had died in a competition. Even if these students were trash, they were still elites in the academy. It was just that they were trash in comparison.
However, once they died, someone would have to bear the responsibility.
It could be said that the situation just now was witnessed by tens of thousands of pairs of eyes.
"This is a trap, right?
9: 1's meeting to kill someone? "
On the spectator stand, Ma Hongjun did not mince his words. "I see … I'm afraid this battle is a trap!
I was wondering why such a weak team would dare to fight with 9: 1.
It turns out that someone set a trap for 9: 1. What a sinister move!
In this battle, unless 9: 1 doesn't make a move, someone will definitely die! "
"Those who died were definitely not killed by 9: 1!"
Even Ma Hongjun could think of this.
Naturally, the others could think of this as well.
"Purple Star College doesn't have any background … For them to be targeted like this, they must have offended some power."
Oscar thought to himself. "We have to be careful in the future. Otherwise, if we encounter such a situation … Previously, Master told us that there are many tricks in the competition. Assassinations are considered unorthodox. These dirty tricks are the most troublesome."
"I wonder if 9: 1's meeting will disqualify them."
Everyone fell silent.
9: 1's strength had been deeply imprinted in the minds of all the teams. If such a powerful opponent was disqualified …
To many teams, this was a good thing. It was worth celebrating.
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In the VIP seats.
The Snowy Night Emperor's expression was somewhat ugly.
"This 9: 1's meeting didn't seem to be light or heavy."
Bishop Sacas stood up and shook his head. "Your Majesty, as a member of the organizing committee, I have the right to investigate. If the situation is true, shall we proceed according to the rules?"
The Snowy Night Emperor looked deeply at Bishop Sacas and nodded slightly.
"This Sacas is somewhat despicable!" Gu Rong transmitted his voice.
"It might not have been Sacas who did it. It might have been one of his subordinates who did it. He wouldn't have gotten involved in something like this himself, lest others talk about it."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "But this method is indeed very despicable."
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi stood up and said to the Snow Night Emperor, "I can help you with this.
I am also a member of the organizing committee! "
"That's right, Bishop Sacas. My Heaven Dou Empire is also one of the organizers of this tournament. Let Sect Master Ning go with you." The Snowy Night Emperor said lightly.
Upon hearing this, Bishop Sacas frowned slightly and merely nodded without saying a word.
Clearly, the Snow Night Emperor had guessed something and wouldn't let him investigate alone.
No matter what, Nine to One Odds was from the Heaven Dou Empire, not the Martial Spirit Hall.
Soon, Sacas and Ning Fengzhi, the investigation team of the organizing committee, along with the Paladins of the Martial Soul Palace, walked towards the resting area where Purple Star College was located.
"Someone set a trap for you?"
In the resting area, Dean Fei Lun looked at Nine to One Odds and said in a low voice, "That person should have committed suicide, right?
That slap of yours shouldn't have killed him! "
Nonsense.
Wang Fengxin said coldly.
Wang Feng knew that with Nine to One Odds' high profile, someone would definitely deal with him.
However, he didn't expect that they would use such a despicable method.
It was obvious that this situation could be defined in any way.
You could say that you killed him or that he died because of his body.
It all depended on what the other party said.
To put it bluntly, whether you could continue with the tournament or not depended on the decision of the organizing committee.
At this moment, a man suddenly walked in.
He was wearing a mask.
"I have something to do. You guys go out first."
The man walked in and said lightly.
"Who are you?"
Dean Fei Lun frowned as he looked at the man.
"The man walked in front of Dean Fei Lun and took out a token."
Dean Fei Lun's eyes narrowed when he saw the token. He immediately left with his team members.
Only two people were left in the resting area.
"Nine to One Odds …"
The masked man glanced at Wang Feng and said lightly, "You killed someone during the tournament. This means that you will be disqualified. With the background of Purple Star College, they won't be able to protect you. You might be caught by the organizing committee for interrogation.
Later, the Knights Templar led by Bishop Salas will appear. "
It was normal for someone to be caught and interrogated after killing someone during the tournament.
"Aren't you going to say anything?"
The masked man's tone was clear as if he wanted to hear Wang Feng's voice.
After a while, Wang Feng said slowly,
"What does it have to do with you who you are?"
Hearing this, the masked man suddenly chuckled and asked, "I can help you.
"I can help you solve this problem, but you need to answer me a question."
"What question?"
The masked man turned around and looked at Wang Feng.
"What's your relationship with Feng Yuxiu?
Where is he? "
The masked man's voice was calm, but there were some fluctuations in it.
After a long time …
Wang Feng didn't answer.
"Why are you looking for him?" Wang Feng's voice was low and emotionless.
Hearing this, the masked man's body stiffened.
"Looks like you're really related to him."
A strange light appeared in the masked man's eyes. "If that's the case …"
As he spoke, the masked man congratulated Wang Feng.
Wang Feng caught it and took a look.
It was a token.
This token was special. There was an image of a six-winged angel on it. Other than that, there were six other images on the back.
Wang Fengxin's heart skipped a beat. Seven years ago, he had a similar token, but it wasn't as advanced as this one.
"When Bishop Salas arrives, give this to him. He won't dare to make things difficult for you.
Right, don't tell him who gave you this … "
The masked man said slowly, "You and Feng Yuxiu are dressed the same, and your expressions are similar, but your attacks are completely different. There must be a special relationship between the two of you. Feng Yuxiu has saved me twice. This time, consider it as returning his life. I'll take back the token later."
Saying so, the masked man turned around and left. When he was at the door, he suddenly asked,
"Do you know where Feng Yuxiu is now?"
"He said that if someone is looking for him, we'll meet if fate wills it," Wang Feng replied.
Hearing this, the masked man fell silent for a few seconds before leaving the lounge.
"Qian Renxue …"
Wang Feng stroked the token. "This token …"