Chapter 334

(three more)

"As a healing soul master, I feel that it is necessary to rescue Feng Xiaotian, maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

"I think he is hopeless. Look at his current body temperature. It has dropped rapidly. This is the most common change in the dead."

"However, this kind of symptoms of brain death caused by the brain not being able to withstand the ravages of spiritual soul skills is really too rare. It seems a bit premature to draw such an arbitrary conclusion."

"..."

There seemed to be some disagreements among the healing soul masters assigned to the contestants in the Great Soul Arena.

But fortunately, with the attitude of a doctor's parents, they did not give up on Feng Xiaotian's treatment, one by one soul skills were continuously displayed on Feng Xiaotian's body.

Unfortunately, just like facing a real dead person, all the soul skills of healing soul masters fell on Feng Xiaotian, but none of them could save this young life.

Seeing this, the shadow guard's eyes flashed, without disturbing anyone, he quietly left the scene again.

From the beginning to the end, except for Yang Ming's spiritual sense who noticed that there was an extra person on the scene, no one noticed that this shadow guard had ever been there.

The shadow guard quietly returned to the VIP seat, stood behind Emperor Xue Ye, and whispered to his earlobe:

"Your Majesty, Feng Xiaotian was injured by a spirit-type soul skill, resulting in brain death. It has now been completely confirmed that he is dead."

"I see."

The tone of Emperor Xue Ye's answer was very cold, as if he was acting too cold, but judging from his secretly clenched fists, it could be seen that his heart was actually not as indifferent as it appeared on the surface.

Emperor Xue Ye was condescending, glanced at Yang Ming who was on the ring pitifully, shook his head and sighed in his heart, and secretly said:

"It's a pity that such a good seedling."

Emperor Xue Ye knew very well that once the results of the matter were announced, Yang Ming, the dark horse, might fall in the middle of the road, and he might never recover from it.

Emperor Xue Ye had read Yang Ming's information, and he was only thirteen or fourteen years old now, so he might not be able to accept the next blow.

A genius who has not grown up is not a genius after all.

The Heaven Dou Empire is huge and has a large population. Many geniuses are born every year, but whether these geniuses can have the last laugh all the way is still unknown.

Emperor Xue Ye intends to wait and see. If Yang Ming's next performance can satisfy him and he doesn't give up on himself, maybe he will secretly give him a chance to include him in his staff.

Platinum Bishop Salas has been looking at Emperor Xue Ye from the corner of his eye. The two are both old foxes of a thousand years, so they don't talk about Liaozhai. They both know each other well. But Platinum Bishop Salas thought about it for a while, and he knew what Emperor Xue Ye wanted to do.

It was nothing more than waiting for Yang Ming to lose his soul and have nowhere to go, to act as a wise master and descend from the sky to give Yang Ming a helping hand.

In fact, Emperor Xue Ye was very good at such tricks, and he also used this to recruit a group of talents.

"Ah."

Platinum Bishop Salas sneered in his heart, what a pity, what a pity, Emperor Xue Ye didn't know how many days he had prepared for today's plan, and what awaited Yang Ming next was not just being disqualified from the competition.

After many evaluations and tests by soul masters of the healing department, the results were finally reported to the judges, and finally the referee picked up the microphone and announced with the soul guide:

"Feng Xiaotian was brain-dead because of mental-type soul skills intruding into his brain. It has been confirmed by multiple parties that he has died. I declare now that Yang Ming will be immediately disqualified from continuing to participate in the competition!"

Even though there were people from Wuhundian who had mixed into the audience before to publicize the fact that Yang Ming had killed someone, but as soon as the authority announced the result, the audience was still in an uproar, and they all cast regretful expressions on Yang Ming. .

It's a pity that the best dark horse in the competition so far is about to end his legend here.

Dean Flender immediately jumped off the auditorium, pushed aside the obstruction of the staff, rushed to the referee, snatched his microphone and soul guide, and said loudly:

"I am not satisfied with this result!"

Someone recognized it at first sight, this is the dean of Shrek Academy.

Some people sneered, some sneered, some explored, some were curious, just like an ukiyo-e, fully revealing all kinds of things in the world.

Of course, Dean Flender has reasons to be dissatisfied with the verdict, not only for advertising endorsements and sky-high liquidated damages for peripheral development, but also for Yang Ming's reputation.

Dean Flender is very clear that once such a black spot is left in Yang Ming's life, it will be difficult to turn around in the future.

So, before the referee took back the microphone soul guide, Dean Flender's mouth trembled rapidly, and at the same time at an extremely fast speed, he bit out one round and one clear word, saying:

"As we all know, when Yang Ming uses spiritual-type soul skills, his black eyes will turn red, and strange patterns will appear in his pupils, but just now, everyone can clearly see that Yang Ming's eyes are still black as usual. , and there was a ripple behind him, which shows that Yang Ming planned to use another ability of his just now."

Seeing that what Dean Flender said was clear and coherent, and he didn't seem to be making trouble, the referee didn't rush to take back the microphone and soul guide.

Ever since the previous referee was reprimanded by Emperor Xue Ye and revoked his position because he favored the Tiandou Imperial Academy, the newly appointed referee knew exactly what to do.

Fairness and fairness are the duties of referees.

Therefore, the referee allowed Dean Flender to continue talking.

Dean Flender returned a grateful look, and continued:

"Because of this, I have reason to suspect that Feng Xiaotian's death was not caused by Yang Ming's spiritual-type soul skills, but by other reasons. I also know that my personal statement is light, so I hereby I hope the organizer can give Yang Ming a chance to prove his innocence."

At the VIP table, Emperor Xue Ye was thoughtful.

Ning Fengzhi, the Patriarch of the Colorful Glazed Tile Sect, was also secretly anxious about his future son-in-law. He had been silent before because he was not sure about Emperor Xue Ye's attitude. Seeing his expression now, he immediately said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, Yang Ming is an indispensable talent for the empire, and we should not let him suffer unfair injustice."

"Sect Master Ning is right." Emperor Xue Ye nodded slightly, and said: "Since the competition is jointly organized by the two empires and the Wuhun Palace, and the incident happened within the territory of our empire, in my opinion, it is not as good as this, let God Dou Empire and Wuhundian jointly set up a special investigation team to investigate both parties separately."