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The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 2729
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Chapter 2729 Auric tried his best to dodge past the rapid red dragon-shaped lights, but the indiscriminate attack finally caused Auric to suffer two cuts on his back and left arm!

Bang!

Auric was sent flying and fell with a thud onto the crumbling stage. He lay on his back and looked up at the red light that stabbed straight at his neck.

The audience gasped.

Was Auric going to lose like this?

At the critical juncture, Auric roared, “Your sister is not dead! I know where she is!”

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Clang!

That red light suddenly stopped half an inch away from Auric’s neck with monstrous killing intent and chill.

Fennel stood in front of Auric, pointed the red halberd at his neck, and said, “Speak!”

Auric’s forehead was covered in a cold sweat. He took a deep breath and said with a sneer, “If you want to know, you have to admit defeat.”

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Hearing that, Fennel frowned and fell silent.

“I can lose this match, but if you lie to me, I’ll kill you!” Fennel said coldly.

Auric said, “I’m telling the truth. The corpse in the coffin you carried back then might not be your sister’s because when we cleaned the battlefield, we didn’t find your sister‘s body. To deal with some things, we randomly found a corpse and closed the coffin. As far as I know, your sister should be in Mystic City…”

“Argh!”

Before Auric could finish his words, Fennel’s red dragon halberd pierced his right shoulder. Fennel said coldly, “This is the price of the competition!”

After saying this, Fennel turned around and walked off the competition stage in style. He had gotten what he wanted.

On stage, Auric was in a miserable state. His right shoulder was penetrated by the red dragon halberd, and his left shoulder was cut.

Although the host did not know what happened on stage, he still shouted, “The winner of the sixth round is Auric Singer of the North!”

However, no cheers came from the audience. Everyone wondered why Fennel conceded defeat at the last moment.

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On the high stands, Fennel returned and looked at Philip.

Philip asked, “What happened?”

Fennel replied, “He knows my sister’s whereabouts.”

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Hearing that, Philip was surprised and said, “Your sister is still alive?”

Fennel nodded and said, “If he didn’t lie to me.”

Philip nodded, patted Femiel on the shoulder, and said, “Good job.”

Fennel said, “Don’t you blame me? I lost the match.”

Philip smiled and said, “It’s fine. It’s just one match. Let me take care of the rest.”

Fennel grinned.

On the other hand, the faces of Ernest and Stanley were very ugly. Although they won, it was not honorable.

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Stanley and the others looked at Philip and Fennel. He got up and said, “l’m sorry, I won a match.”

Philip smiled and said, “I’ll give you one match. Otherwise, it’d look bad on you.”

Hearing this, Stanley’s mouth twitched as a chill flashed in his eyes.

Soon, the seventh match started.

As the people arranged by Ernest took the reagent that greatly increased their potential, the South was defeated by a narrow margin.

In the seventh match, the North won.

In the eighth match, the North won.

In the ninth match, the North still won.

Ernest jumped up on the high stands excitedly and shouted to Philip, “Young Patriarch Clarke, I’m sorry, we won four matches in a row. This is the last match, and I’m afraid we’ll be taking it too.”

The last match was naturally Philip Clarke versus Stanley Berry.

Stanley got up, stood with his hands behind his back, and invited Philip, “Young Patriarch Clarke, please go ahead.”

Philip got up calmly and walked down the stands.

The host stepped on the ruined stage. He roared, “Ladies and gentlemen, the last match is about to start. Philip Clarke of the South against Stanley Berry of the North! This is the match point! If the North wins, the competition this year will be a draw and there’ll be one extra match! If the South wins, this competition will end with the South as the winner! Let us welcome the last match with the warmest applause and loudest cheers!”

“The tenth round begins!”

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