Chapter 24: Sheng Caier's jealousy, Ying Wushuang develops different feelings towards Wang Yuanyuan Sheng Yuyue, who was sitting in the audience, looked at the fight on the stage and couldn't help but clench her fists, with deep worry revealed in her beautiful eyes. Although he believed in Ying Wushuang's strength, the strength displayed by Wang Yuanyuan was too strong. Especially the mysterious shield. She could see that the power contained in it was definitely not something that could be emitted by ordinary weapons. After a puff of smoke and dust, Wang Yuanyuan was seen placing her shield on the ground to support her body. "Huhuhu~" Wang Yuanyuan was breathing heavily and his body was shaking violently uncontrollably. His hair was disheveled and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. He no longer looked as heroic as before. However, the fire burning in her eyes did not diminish but grew stronger, and a tremendous fighting spirit was gathering. On the other hand, Ying Wushuang was not injured, but was greatly shocked. He didn't expect that Wang Yuanyuan, who used the Shield of the Giant Spirit, would be so crazy.

If he hadn't finally released the power of the Giant Spirit Shield, he would probably have been injured. "You are a worthy opponent, but if you continue to fight, your life may be in danger." Ying Wushuang could see that with Wang Yuanyuan's current strength, her body would not be able to withstand the use of the Giant Spirit Shield. If he insisted on doing so, he might die of exhaustion. "Haha, so happy!" Wang Yuanyuan stared at Ying Wushuang opposite him with a burning gaze, "As long as we survive the battle, we will fight to the death." "When facing the demons, I won't listen to your soft-heartedness!" Wang Yuanyuan sneered, took out another empty silver crystal, and embedded it on the shield of the giant spirit without hesitation. In an instant, the shield of the giant spirit temporarily left Wang Yuanyuan and floated in the air on its own. I saw a violent fluctuation of spiritual power emanating from the shield of the giant spirit god, and Wang Yuanyuan looked pale at this moment. His body was swaying, as if he would fall down if the slightest gust of wind blew. However, the belief in fighting supported her. The only word in her mind was "fighting", and she showed signs of being obsessed. When Ying Wushuang saw this scene, he shook his head and sighed slightly. He knew Wang Yuanyuan's past. His great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all died at the hands of the demons, and he had a blood feud with the demons. Therefore, ever since Wang Yuanyuan was born, her body has been carrying the belief of revenge. For this belief, she practiced hard every day and regarded every battle as a life-and-death struggle. In her eyes, only by treating every battle as a life-and-death battle can she avenge the demons when facing them in the future. However, the high-intensity mental tension, coupled with the desperate fighting style, has almost drained her body. If this continues, it is likely to lead to irreversible consequences.

To be honest, Ying Wushuang admired Wang Yuanyuan for who she was, so he naturally wouldn't watch her go astray. When Wang Yuanyuan was about to release the Giant Spirit Shield to fight him again, the Wind Wings behind Ying Wushuang were running at their maximum speed. The next moment, he arrived behind Wang Yuanyuan in almost half a breath. Wang Yuanyuan's pupils contracted, and she hadn't yet figured out why Ying Wushuang was so fast. With a dull "bang", Wang Yuanyuan was hit hard on the back and fainted immediately. Without the support of Wang Yuanyuan's spiritual power, the Giant Spirit God's Shield fell from mid-air. Ying Wushuang was quick and hugged Wang Yuanyuan, grabbing her wrist. As the spiritual power entered, Ying Wushuang closed his eyes and quietly felt his spiritual power flowing in Wang Yuanyuan's body. As he expected, Ying Wushuang discovered that her body had been severely damaged. If she didn't pay attention, it would likely cause an irreparable tragedy in the future. Ying Wushuang opened her eyes, and there was a pill in her hand, which she put directly into her mouth. It is a third-level Creation Snow Lotus Pill. The pill is pink and white in color, as white as the first snow. It is oval in shape, has a light aroma, and is very delicate to the touch. Although it is only a third-level pill, it has a powerful healing effect. Not only can it quickly restore an injured body, but more importantly, it can strengthen the body and improve its self-repair ability. When the people in the audience saw Ying Wushuang's behavior, they couldn't help but look at each other in surprise. What they couldn't understand was the speed that Ying Wushuang suddenly burst out at. They originally thought that a big battle would follow. But unexpectedly, the war ended before it even began. Moreover, after Ying Wushuang defeated Wang Yuanyuan, what did he feed into her mouth? Others could not see it, but Sheng Cai'er, the Holy Maiden of the Assassin's Temple, knew that Ying Wushuang was not only an assassin, but also a potion master. What he put into Wang Yuanyuan's mouth must be a pill, and it was most likely a healing pill. This must be the first time Ying Wushuang and Wang Yuanyuan met, but even so, why was he so nice to her? When she thought of this, Sheng Caier's eyes flashed with deep jealousy. Damn Shadow Wushuang! It's outrageous that you are so good to others but so bad to yourself! When Sheng Caier thought of Ying Wushuang's attitude towards her in recent times, she became furious. She was her wife after all, but he had totally failed in his duties as a husband. At this time, Sheng Cai'er was completely filled with anger, and Sheng Yuyue and Wang Yuanyuan became the objects of her jealousy. "In this match, Ying Wushuang wins!" As the referee shouted loudly, the game officially ended. Below the stage, two staff members from the Holy Alliance Trial Field carried a stretcher and hurried to Ying Wushuang. "You've worked hard, leave her to us!" "kindness!"

Ying Wushuang held Wang Yuanyuan and placed her on a stretcher. The staff quickly carried Wang Yuanyuan away for treatment. "Old Ying, if I'm not mistaken, that should be your grandson, right?" On the second floor of the conference room, Ren Wokuang fixed his eyes and asked Ying Suifeng. Ying Suifeng did not deny it, but nodded without comment, "Yes!" Lin Chen frowned tightly, as if he had thought of something. "If I'm not mistaken, your grandson is not just an assassin, right?" When Ying Wushuang took out the Creation Snow Lotus Pill, Lin Chen became suspicious. After all, although the Creation Snow Lotus Pill is a third-grade pill, the success rate of refining it is extremely low, only one percent. However, it has miraculous effects in healing and strengthening the body, and is one of those elixirs that is in short supply. Ordinary potion masters would not sell such pills. However, Ying Wushuang has such a pill in his hand, which can only mean one thing... (End of this chapter)