My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Okay, I'm full, I really can't eat any more." Finally, the fat man stuffed another pile of dried meat and said while stroking his chubby belly.

"Really full?" Zhou Xian looked at the foodie in front of him, and suddenly felt a little cute.

"I'm so full, my stomach will explode if I eat any more." Fatty Bai said honestly.

"Okay, then let's do it." As soon as the words fell, Zhou Xian suddenly stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is so fierce and swift, and the holy energy infused in the sword is so majestic and mighty!

Obviously, like the previous Guanghua elites, the power of this sword is still far beyond that of ordinary magic saints, and in some places it is no less than the powerhouse of the realm of soul saints.

"What a fast sword technique, what a strong sword power!" Seeing the eight blue holy beads between his brows and the sword that was comparable to a soul sage, the hearts of everyone in Xinghua Kingdom hung up again.

After all, Guanghua Kingdom has already won four games in a row, and as long as there is another victory, this Ten-Party Ceremony will end early.

However, the white and fat guy on the stage is still eating so much that his belly is round. It looks like he can't even walk. How can he fight against others.

"Beidou, Batian!" Just as everyone was burning with anxiety, Fatty Bai also made a move.

"Huh!" Many people exclaimed in surprise. Fatty Bai's sword was even faster than Zhou Xian's sword.

Who would have thought that a person who was so full of food that he couldn't even walk could make such a quick sword move.

Amidst that sound of surprise, the two sword beams had already slashed at each other in the air, making a crisp sound of "clang".

Sparks flew, Fatty Bai took two steps back, and the long sword in his hand was swung back, but Zhou Xian only took one step back, and the sword in his hand continued to slash towards Fatty Bai.

Obviously, Zhou Xian has the absolute upper hand with the sword power comparable to that of a soul sage.

"Beidou, Batian!" Seeing that Zhou Xian's remaining sword power continued to slash, Fatty Bai yelled, and slashed again.

Gold and iron clashed, sparks splashed, and the two stepped back again.

This time, after taking five or six steps back, the two stabilized their bodies, and it seemed that they were evenly divided.

But don't forget, Zhou Xian only slashed with one sword, but Fatty Bai used two swords, obviously Zhou Xian had the absolute upper hand.

The faces of all the Xinghua people darkened: Could it be that this is the last competition for Xinghua, and the final victory will eventually be missed by them.

However, everyone in the Guanghua Kingdom was in high spirits, as if the dawn of victory was right in front of them.

"Beidou, Batian!" Not allowing them to think too much, Fatty Bai flew up again, sword after sword, rushing towards Zhou Xian like flying fire meteors.

In the arena, the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly, and a string of sparks flashed quickly, as if fireworks were blooming in a festival celebration.

The figures of the two intertwined, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they had already exchanged a hundred swords. To be more precise, it was Zhou Xian who made a hundred swords, and Fatty Bai actually needed two swords to defeat him with one sword.

"If this continues, I'm afraid there is no solution." An old man from Xinghua said worriedly in the audience.

Everyone can see that this way of fighting is not so much a competition of sword skills, but a competition of holy energy. Whoever has more holy energy will have the last laugh.

But the problem is that both of them are the eighth rank of Dharma Saints, and their cultivation bases are not much different. Jun Lansheng needs two swords to block the other's two swords, and consumes twice as much holy energy as others. If this fight continues, defeat will only happen sooner or later matter.

"There's nothing else to do. Everyone on the other side has a combat power far beyond their cultivation, even comparable to a soul saint. If they don't, they will lose faster." The Xinghua compatriots beside him said helplessly.