[GizmoHaoyu-Life Journey]+(Colored Tales):[Historical Fantasy Fiction]

[Ch 16]:[1st]:[The Tournament Of Fate]+(Part 2)

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Afternoon, the focus shifts to Mo Ran Shao and Luo Douzhang after the previous rounds conclude, as they prepare to face each other in the battle ring.

The Battle Ring erupted into a frenzied clash between the two men as Mo Ran Shao and Luo Douzhang faced off.

The air was electric with tension as the two opponents assumed their fighting stances, sizing each other up before charging forward with lightning speed.

In which Luo Douzhang unleashed a flurry of elbow strikes and knee strikes, complemented by agile flips and acrobatic maneuvers.

He skillfully employed defensive arm blocks to fend off Mo Ran Shao's relentless barrage of punches, kicks and grappling attempts. Mo Ran Shao aimed a powerful uppercut, but Luo Douzhang dodged it with ease.

Undeterred, Luo Douzhang seized the opening to counterattack, aiming a precise strike at Mo Ran Shao's leg.

However, Mo Ran Shao proved equally adept, swiftly redirecting Luo Douzhang's attack to neutralize the threat.

The spectators were on edge, the tension palpable as the battle between Mo Ran Shao and Luo Douzhang raged on.

Each side had its supporters, and the crowd was divided, unable to predict which warrior would emerge victorious.

As the fighters clashed, the destruction of the battle ring intensified, causing chunks of concrete and stone to fly into the air. The debris became a constant threat, forcing some of the onlookers to duck for cover.

Luo Douzhang noticed the spell used to escape, and immediately gave chase towards Mo Ran Shao.

The air crackled with the sound of clashing Qi Energy with thunderous bursts, crackling energy, and explosive bursts filled the atmosphere, as the battle of arcane forces erupted around them.

Others, more prepared, cast Shield Spells, their shimmering barriers protecting them from the sharp edges and jagged fragments that zoomed past.

As Shen Jing, caught off guard by a particularly large piece of debris hurtling toward him, felt a surge of panic.

His heart skipped a beat as the stone came closer, but before it could strike, Lady Gu Xianze, standing nearby, swiftly conjured a Shield Spell, deflecting the incoming danger.

Shen Jing let out a sigh of relief, his tension easing as the stone harmlessly bounced away. In his arms, Shen Rin, the small baby, clapped his chubby hands together, utterly fascinated by the spectacle.

His innocent joy was contagious, and even Feng Wang, observing the scene, couldn't help but smile. He found the sight of the little one's excitement irresistibly endearing.

And Shen Jing was still catching his breath from the near miss, turned to Lady Gu Xianze with gratitude.

"Thank you," he said, his voice filled with appreciation and softness. Lady Gu Xianze merely nodded, her face impassive, as though the act had been nothing more than a simple, expected gesture.

To her, it was just another moment of protecting those around her, as any would do in such a chaotic situation.

Meanwhile, Shen Jing's gaze softened, a quiet thankfulness lingering in his eyes as he held his son, who continued to cheer with joyful claps.

[With Dai Shinto....... Beneath The Stadium]

The defeated competitors, though weary from the contest, were filled with a sense of gratitude toward Dai Shinto.