Douluo Continent: The Peerless Hunting Heavenly Lord, Huo Yuhao!

No matter how strong the physical body is, if the consciousness is sluggish, it is equivalent to losing the ability to fight.

three seconds.

A mere three seconds of mental freeze.

But in a top-level duel, three seconds is enough to decide the outcome.

Huo Yuhao flashed, unleashing his ultimate wind power, and instantly arrived in front of Long Aotian.

The Yazi Heavy Sword was pressed against his throat; the blade was slightly cool, but it did not penetrate even a fraction of an inch.

"You lost."

The three words, "calm," fell softly.

The illusion dissipated, and Long Aotian suddenly came back to his senses.

The blade at the throat was cold and clear; the outcome was already decided.

He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, a hearty laugh without a trace of anger or embarrassment.

"I lost."

He stood up calmly, brushed the ice and dust off his clothes, and looked at Huo Yuhao with eyes full of approval.

"You're very strong, Huo Yuhao. I acknowledge you."

There was no cheating, no resentment; he was upright and honest—that's the true demeanor of a martial artist.

Huo Yuhao sheathed his sword and nodded slightly: "Senior Brother's martial spirit also surprised me."

The referee, who had been stunned, finally came to his senses and loudly announced:

"Zhengtian Academy's contestant, Long Aotian, concedes defeat!"

In the third match, Shrek Academy won!

In this round of the 2-3-3 battle, Shrek Academy defeated Zheng Tian Academy 2-1!

The entire stadium erupted in a deafening roar of cheers!

That was so exciting!

From the suspense of a narrow defeat in the first game, to the exhilarating feeling of a crushing victory in the second game, and finally to the fierce comeback by the Lion against the Emperor in the final game.

This match is worthy of being recorded in the history of the competition.

Long Aotian stood on the other side of the arena, looking at the boy surrounded by his teammates, his fighting spirit still burning in his eyes.

Today's defeat is not the end.

One day, he will win back his title with his true strength and honor.

Huo Yuhao seemed to sense something, looked up and nodded in acknowledgment.

When fellow disciples compete, each adheres to their own path; though there may be winners and losers, there is no right or wrong.

There are no losers in this duel!

Chapter 93 The Holy Grail of Pleasure: A New Contestant Has Entered the Arena!

The night was as dark as ink, staining the entire Starry Imperial City.

The lights were already off in the private guest room of Zhengtian Academy at the Xinghuang Hotel.

Long Aotian sat cross-legged on the couch, not asleep. The afterglow of his battle with Huo Yuhao during the day had not yet dissipated, and the golden blood in his body was still slowly boiling as he reviewed the entire duel.

Almost at the same instant the shadow appeared, Long Aotian suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light appearing in them, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Who?!"

In a dark corner of the room, a blue-haired figure slowly appeared.

The young man's azure eyes curved upwards, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. Dressed in black, he blended seamlessly into the night. It was none other than Huo Xiaohei, wearing the Sambo mask.

"Oh dear, we've been discovered. Old Sambo hid so well, how boring." Huo Xiaohei stroked his chin and stepped out of the shadows with a grin. "Let me introduce myself, I am Sambo, the Masked Fool. I hope my late-night visit hasn't disturbed your debriefing?"

Long Aotian frowned, his muscles tensed subtly, and he moved slowly and silently, positioning himself in the most advantageous position for a counterattack.

Instead of making a hasty move, Long Aotian simply asked in a deep voice, "What is your purpose in breaking in at night?"

Huo Xiaohei was about to speak...

Click!

The sound of wind breaking suddenly rang out!

Long Aotian shot out like an arrow, his fist wrapped in gilded flames, without any unnecessary probing, heading straight for Huo Xiaohei's neck, his move ruthless and decisive.

The moment the force swept across his neck, a crisp cracking sound rang out.

The anticipated bloody and gruesome disintegration did not occur.

Huo Xiaohei's head was tilted at an odd angle on his shoulder. Instead of falling to the ground and dying, he looked at Long Aotian with an expression that seemed to say, "Why don't you have any martial ethics?"

"?" Long Aotian's pupils contracted slightly. He withdrew his hand and took half a step back, his brows furrowing even more deeply. "You're not dead?"

"You've died before, and you've come back to life~" Huo Xiaohei snapped his neck back into place, patted off non-existent dust on his shoulder, and made a joke without any restraint, "Just to let you know, you can't kill me now."

Long Aotian remained silent for two seconds, then said nothing more.

Golden flames surged around him once more, and his fists roared like rain, raining down on Huo Xiaohei's vital points with a barrage of punches, each one landing with a visceral impact and each move potentially fatal!

Bang bang bang!

The dull thuds of blows rang out one after another. Huo Xiaohei stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the golden flames' fists pound on his body.

After throwing dozens of punches, Long Aotian stopped, standing with his breath slightly ragged and his eyes serious.

The young man before them was completely unharmed; all the attacks seemed to hit nothing more than an illusion, not even scratching the hem of his clothes.

“Indeed, he can’t be killed.” Long Aotian nodded calmly, without the slightest bit of anger or embarrassment. He accepted the result directly, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and looked up at Huo Xiaohei. “Speak, what brings you here in the middle of the night?”

Since the test was ineffective, Long Aotian decided not to waste his energy.

No one visits a temple without a reason; the fact that the other party ventured in late at night suggests they have ulterior motives.

Huo Xiaohei's lips twitched, and he secretly grumbled to himself.

This is boring, so incredibly boring!

Anyone else would either panic, fly into a rage and question, or try to probe and negotiate. But Long Aotian, after confirming he couldn't be killed, went straight to the point and got to the point, without a trace of unnecessary emotion!

An honest person, right?

Huo Xiaohei suppressed his inner complaints, snapped his fingers, and an invitation with gilded patterns appeared out of thin air at his fingertips. It was the same invitation to the Holy Grail War of Joy that Xiao Hongchen had.

"Of course it's a good thing." Huo Xiaohei waved the invitation, his tone seductive. "Old Sangbo came here specifically to invite you to participate in a game that spans the continent."

Long Aotian's gaze fell on the invitation, and he raised an eyebrow: "A game?"

“That’s right.” Huo Xiaohei nodded, patiently guiding, “All the geniuses on the continent will participate. There will be battles, games, opportunities, and rewards. The one who wins in the end will receive unimaginable fortune.”

After a pause, Huo Xiaohei threw out the most lethal bait, his tone carrying just the right amount of amusement:

"And Huo Yuhao will also participate."

"Don't you want to defeat him fair and square once?"

"Okay, I accept."

The words were spoken swiftly and decisively, completely exceeding Huo Xiaohei's expectations.

Long Aotian reached out and took the invitation directly. The moment his fingertips touched the paper, the gilded patterns quietly merged into his body, and the contract took effect.

Huo Xiaohei: "..."

He was completely stunned, and even wondered if he had forgotten to say something.

"Wait! Friend, don't you want to ask about the rules of the game? Don't you want to know the specific rewards? Don't you want to ask how much risk there is?"

Long Aotian looked up at him, his eyes as calm as a deep pool, and spoke softly:

"A reward? I don't need one."

"Being able to fight Huo Yuhao again is enough."

Huo Xiaohei: "..."

I rely on!

Unable to suppress a curse under his breath, Huo Xiaohei was so frustrated he almost turned into a sullen face on the spot.

So all that preparation and bait he put in was for nothing? The other person didn't care about the reward, the rules, or the risks at all, and just agreed instantly because of Huo Yuhao?!

Not a single struggle? Not a single moment of hesitation?

They've even skipped the haggling and intelligence gathering stages?

That's too honest!

There was absolutely no fun to be had!

"Is there anything else?" Long Aotian asked, his brows furrowing slightly as he saw Huo Xiaohei standing still.

"...That's all." Huo Xiaohei said listlessly, showing little interest.