Divine Seal: I am a saintess of the human race, but also the heir to the Demon God.

Chapter 107 There's no way around it, the Starry Unicorn is too easy to fool.

Cai'er has already admitted defeat, but why are you, you rascal, admitting defeat?
Can't the rankings and rewards of the Demon Hunter Selection Tournament attract you?
Han Qian's smile froze. He looked at Ren Wokuang, whose shoulders were trembling beside him, and said seriously, "Long Haochen, are you really going to admit defeat and give up your chance to compete for the top two spots?"

Long Haochen understood that if Cai'er hadn't voluntarily conceded defeat, he would never have achieved such a good result as third place.

Besides, I'm already qualified to form a demon-hunting team, so there's no need for Cai'er to worry about me anymore.

Therefore, Long Haochen decisively stood up from his chair, gave a knightly salute to the six temple masters of the arena, and solemnly said, "Sir Paladin, esteemed temple masters, I concede defeat."

"Good! You've got guts, kid!"

Ren Wokuang waved his hand, revealing eight white teeth, and gave Long Haochen a thumbs up.

San Shui said, "Since you insist, then sit down and watch the game with peace of mind."

Seeing that two temple masters supported his choice, Long Haochen breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed again, then sat down and took Cai'er's hand.

In the instant their eyes met, even though Long Haochen hadn't yet fully grasped what true love was like.

However, Cai'er's status in his heart had suddenly risen to the same level as his mother and sister.

The lovey-dovey young couple is dazzling.

Left with no other choice, Han Qian could only announce in front of everyone that the first and second place winners of this year's Demon Hunter Team selection competition would be either Bai Ling or Yang Zhaowen.

Everyone expected Cai'er to concede first, but no one expected Long Haochen to do the same. Bai Ling, who finished third, brandished her staff and stepped onto the competition field first.

Coincidentally, this trial ground was the trial ground of the Priest Temple. The floor tiles underfoot and the protective pillars that rose up next to it were all white and gold, making it look more sacred and solemn than the other five temples.

"Yang Wenzhao, are you going to admit defeat too?"

Shadow Wind, who never misses a good show at the Knights' Temple, chuckled and reminded the young knight, whose expression was quite interesting, that he could also choose to concede and end the match.

Yang Wenzhao, whose expression had become quite interesting after Cai'er and Long Haochen successively admitted defeat, came back to his senses and quietly thanked Ying Suifeng.

Immediately afterwards, he calmly walked onto the arena and revealed his twin-handled knight's sword.

Han Qian's gaze followed Yang Wenzhao's figure intently.

Han Qian's voice rang out again as the other party entered the arena, "Given today's special circumstances, the awards ceremony and roulette wheel ceremony will be held together after the final rankings are announced. No one present may leave early."

"Otherwise, it will be considered as a waiver of joining this year's Demon Hunter Team, and the corresponding rewards will be revoked."

Upon hearing this, those who had previously believed the competition was predetermined were caught off guard by the news.

The roulette ceremony was moved up?
It's important to know that the roulette ritual determines the ownership of a portion of the Demon Hunter team members.

Before the ceremony, the top sixty contestants in the Demon Hunter selection competition usually have a buffer period to make friends with teammates who are favored by them...

Whispers came from the audience, but none of them dared to go against the alliance.

After all, the Demon Hunter selection competition was held within the Temple Alliance, so everything was kept simple.

It's normal to make adjustments when unexpected situations arise.

Seeing that no one had much objection, Han Qian transformed into golden light and returned to the podium, announcing loudly, "The final of this year's Demon Hunter Team competition is about to begin!"

The other five deputy temple masters exited one by one, and a burly referee entered, saying in a gruff voice, "Priest Bai Ling of the Temple, are you ready?"

Bai Ling said softly, "I'm fine." The referee nodded, then turned to look at Yang Zhaowen, whose body was tense and ready to rush out at any moment. "Yang Zhaowen of the Knight Temple, are you ready?"

With his sharp eyes locked onto the figure in front of him, Yang Wenzhao replied without hesitation, "Referee, I'm ready too."

"very good."

The competition is indeed the final, but considering that the finalists are Priest Temple versus Knight Temple...

So, the referee, who had never watched Bai Ling's match before, carefully confirmed everything before shouting, "The match begins!"

As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, Bai Ling almost instantly completed her setup, turning half of the field golden yellow.

Half a beat slower, Yang Wenzhao raised his twin swords and swiftly drew strange magical incantations in front of him.

As a core figure in the Soul Temple, Bai Ling could immediately discern the other party's thoughts.

Taking advantage of the fact that you never take the initiative, you're using this opportunity to summon your own monster companion, right?
Yang Wenzhao, who is at the fifth rank, is already difficult to fight. If he were to summon a mount and become an Earth Knight, wouldn't that just add to his burden?

Thinking of this, he waved the priest's staff in his right hand forward, and circles of white light shot into the sky, symbolizing the priests casting healing spells. The intense purifying aura burst forth instantly.

The benefits of setting up the field a few seconds in advance immediately became apparent.

It draws upon the magical elements of light flowing in the air, and the power of the priest's staff that has given birth to a spirit.

At this moment, the purifying power released by Bai Ling seemed to cause even more commotion than when Yang Wenzhao summoned his mount.

Yang Wenzhao frowned, unable to see what effect this purifying power could have.

But the next second, he realized what Bai Ling's purpose was in doing this.

The Starry Unicorn, which had already reached the seventh level, showed a faint look of doubt in its intelligent eyes when it sensed the purifying power surging in the air.
Did he come to the wrong place? This seems like another world.

Immediately afterward, Bai Ling spoke up, "Starry Unicorn, you've come to the wrong place. Your master did not summon you."

As mentioned before, Bai Ling is a rare and precious saint of light in the priest temple, and she has a natural affinity for magical beasts with the light attribute, such as the Starry Unicorn.

Unaware of the situation, the Starry Unicorn decisively withdrew one of its heads.

It returned to the Holy Mountain of Knights, within the territory of its clan, and re-established its soul link with its master, trying to find out where its master was.

As Yang Wenzhao lunged forward, ready to mount the Starry Unicorn, his pupils dilated.

"Wait, you can do it like that?"

Bai Ling raised her hand, and the purifying power that filled the surroundings transformed into raging flames, burning towards Yang Wenzhao.

"There's nothing we can do; the Starry Unicorn is just that kind of high-level magical beast."

Seeing the dense white fireballs, Yang Wenzhao gritted his teeth, his armor gleamed, and a layer of golden-red fire burst forth instantly—it was the fire of the sun.

However, this was not the solar fire he released himself, but rather the fire emitted by his armor, and it could only last for three seconds.

With a deafening roar, the sacred flames slammed into Yang Wenzhao, sending him flying backward.

Taking this opportunity, he once again communicated with the bewildered Starry Unicorn, asking it to come and pick him up.