My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System! Chapter 211 Dragon and Phoenix's Semi-Final: Second Match!

The crowd erupted into a deafening roar.

The battle stretched on for hours, but no one minded. In fact, it was so captivating that ti seed to slip away unnoticed.

With every clash, the outco seed uncertain, and the spectators shifted their predictions with each passing mont.

At last, the victor has erged!

"Ling iyu wins!"

"She actually defeated Feng i!"

"A Three Elents Divine Realm cultivator… She's too strong!"

…

In the Mystic Fla Sect's VIP room, the disciples cheered in excitent.

"She did it! Junior Sister Ling iyu won!"

"She's truly worthy of being our sect's top genius!"

Elder Chi laughed heartily.

"With this victory, no one can doubt the strength of our Mystic Fla Sect!"

Elder Chi wouldn't have been so happy if it was any other match, but this match truly made her worry that Ling iyu might lose.

That's how formidable Feng i was.

Sect Leader Xue Hongxia remained calm, though she was also happy for her disciple's victory.

"She controlled her power well," she murmured.

"She didn't go too overboard!"

On the other hand, the Icy Veil Sect's mood was low.

"I thought that this year, perhaps our Sect would take the crown! Didn't expect that Ling iyu would be in the Three Elents Divine Realm!"

Sigh!

"It's okay. Feng i tried her best and exceeded my expectations. In a few years, she should be able to surpass Ling iyu!"

Ice Beauty said. Although it was a bit disappointing, especially considering Feng i's strength, there was nothing they could do.

They couldn't bla Feng i either. If not for her, if it was any other using just their sect's technique, they might have lost easily without Ling iyu even needing to show her Three Elents Divine Realm.

Back on the battlefield, Ling iyu exhaled slowly, retracting her fiery aura.

"Hah… Hah…"

She breathed heavily, exhaustion catching up to her.

She had been injured previously, and the fight, even after she had shown her Three Elents Divine Realm, lasted longer than she thought.

She walked forward and stood over Feng i's unconscious form, looking down at her with a complicated expression.

Although she won, she had to use her full strength, and that was against a Grand Qi Condensation Realm cultivator.

She always thought that against the sa cultivation opponent, she would co out the winner, and that held true for so many years.

Despite being the sa cultivation, she had superior technique, mastery of techniques, and control over the qi.

But this was the first ti that she had to use her superior cultivation to achieve her victory.

She thought that if Feng i was also in the Three Elents Divine Realm, perhaps she might have…

Even with the winner being her, she couldn't really feel that she had won and was almost bitter about it.

WHOOSH!

Feng Yun rushed onto the battlefield, his expression filled with concern as he knelt beside Feng i's unconscious form.

"i'er!"

He called out, his voice laced with worry. Without sparing a glance at Ling iyu, he carefully lifted Feng i into his arms, checking her condition.

He was relieved to see that Feng i was okay and she was just knocked unconscious.

His hands trembled slightly as he channeled his qi to stabilize her injuries.

Ling iyu watched this unfold, her eyes narrowing slightly.

He didn't even look at her.

Not even once!

A strange irritation bubbled up inside her.

She wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if she wanted his concern.

And yet, seeing him so completely focused on Feng i, acting as if she didn't even exist, sent an inexplicable wave of annoyance through her.

She clenched her fists, suppressing the emotion.

( Hmph! Why should I care? )

She thought, forcing herself to look away.

Then she looked at them for the last ti before storming off to the Mystic Fla Sect's VIP room.

anwhile, Feng Yun gently wiped a trace of blood from Feng i's lips, his gaze filled with nothing but worry.

Before Feng Yun could carry Feng i away, several mbers of the Feng Clan rushed onto the battlefield.

"Brother Yun, leave it to us!"

Feng Xiaoyu said.

"You have to fight next. Just leave Sister i with us!"

Feng Liang added.

Feng Yun hesitated for a mont, but then—

"Feng Yun…"

A weak voice called out.

Feng i's eyes fluttered open as she slowly regained consciousness.

Her body still ached from the impact of Ling iyu's final attack, but her wounds were already closing.

Feng Yun's expression softened as he looked down at her.

"i'er, don't force yourself to move. You need to rest."

Feng i shook her head slightly.

"I'm fine," she murmured. "Don't worry about … Your match is next, isn't it?"

Feng Yun's brows furrowed.

"That doesn't matter right now—"

"It does," Feng i interrupted, her voice still weak but firm.

"Focus on your fight. Don't let my loss distract you."

She reached up and lightly grasped his sleeve.

"Win, Brother Yun!"

For a mont, Feng Yun was silent. Then, he exhaled slowly and nodded.

"I will!"

With that, he carefully handed Feng i over to the Feng Clan mbers, who supported her as they left the battlefield.

anwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Gao Mingrui stepped forward.

He was irritated beyond words.

Before this competition, he was confident about his victory.

After all, previous winners were all in the Peak Grand Qi Condensation Realm, which he was.

But then, one after another, many Peak Grand Qi Condensation Realm cultivators erged, further dampening his confidence.

Then in this match, Ling iyu showed that she was in the Three Elents Divine Realm, completely shattering his confidence.

Even without that, their earlier fight, he knew that he couldn't have won against either of them.

He walked into the arena, feeling completely defeated. He thought that even if he won this fight, he would obviously lose the next match.

In addition to this, his opponent was taking his ti coming to the stage and making him wait.

"Are you done?"

He asked, his tone irritated as he looked at Feng Yun.

"If you're finished worrying about your little lover, let's get this started."

Feng Yun's expression turned cold. He stepped forward, his aura subtly shifting.

"Fine," Feng Yun replied. "Let's begin!"

The referee glanced at both fighters, ensuring they were prepared. Seeing the determination in their eyes, he raised his hand.

"Begins!"