My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

He finally understood that it was not that Gu Fenghua and the others were not worried, but they were full of confidence in Fatty Bai. Although he didn't know why, his originally anxious heart instantly regained its calm.

On the competition stage, the crisp sounds of long sword clashes were still coming and going, as dense as rain.

The figures of Fatty Bai and Zhou Xian crossed each other again and again, and every time they crossed their bodies, a string of sparks flew out, shining like stars at night.

It seems that the two are still evenly divided, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. However, just like before, Fatty Bai had to unleash two swords in a row to block Zhou Xian.

"This fat man has a lot of holy spirit, and he has persisted for so long." A middle-aged saint master from Guanghua Kingdom said in the audience.

Calculating the time, the two have been fighting for more than half an hour. He has been cultivating for half his life, and now he is still at the eighth rank of the Dharma Saint. If he is allowed to continuously attack with all his strength like Fatty Bai, and block another's sword with two swords, he will not be able to do it no matter what.

"It's the end of the crossbow. Let me see how long he can last?" Another Guanghua Saint Master said with a cold snort.

"Two swords can withstand the one sword of Young Master Zhou. Sooner or later, I will drag myself to death. Why bother, anyway, I will lose. It is better to admit defeat. At least it will look better to lose." Someone said in a high-pitched voice.

"I didn't expect Jun Lansheng to be so tenacious. I, Xinghua, have a rising star. It's rare, rare. I was wrong before." A Xingshi Family Patriarch said with emotion.

"It's an honor to be defeated, it's an honor to be defeated." Another Patriarch also said appreciatively.

"Patriarch Luo, he hasn't lost yet." Someone argued for Fatty Bai.

"Oh, it's just a matter of time." The Patriarch said with a sigh.

All around, the other Xinghua people were silent for a while. Although they all praised Fatty Bai, and even respected him, but the facts were in front of them, and they no longer had any hope for this competition.

At this moment, both the people of Guanghua and the people of Xinghua believed that Fatty Bai would definitely lose in this competition. Beads of sweat, and his face turned slightly pale.

"This fat man, where does he have such ample holy energy? How long will he last?" Zhou Xian groaned in his heart.

He doesn't know how long Fatty Bai will delay to die, but he knows that the holy energy in his body is being exhausted unconsciously, and it won't last long.

Zhou Xian made up his mind and poured holy energy into the long sword with all his strength, speeding up the attack. The current strategy is to use a thunderous offensive to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, otherwise the one who is dragged to death may be himself.

"Look, Mr. Zhou has made an ultimate move!"

"Fatty Bai is doomed. He is already at the end of his battle, so how can he stop Young Master Zhou's attack with all his strength?"

"Didn't he want to procrastinate? Let's see if he can procrastinate?"

Soon, someone noticed the change in Zhou Xian's sword, and a Guanghua Saint Master with good eyesight said excitedly.

"Okay, okay, we are going to win, prepare to light firecrackers and set off fireworks." The Patriarch of the Guanghua Family said tremblingly.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed.

Although Zhou Xian has tried his best, no matter the holy energy in the sword or the speed of the sword, it is twice as strong as before, but the white fat man still coped with it impeccably, and the speed of the sword has doubled, the only difference That is, he used two swords to resist Zhou Xian's one sword before, but now he needs to use four swords.

But so what if four swords blocked one sword, anyway, Fatty Bai still stood on the stage well, and did not collapse in a fight like they hoped.