Feeling the change in Long Jinxuan and Hua Biaobang's emotions, Qian Duoduo paused slightly, then made up his mind.
During the previous duel with the Left Eyebrow Peak Giant, after he fell to the ground, Long Jinxuan and Hua Biaobang bravely stood in front of him, unafraid of death. Such teammates were worth entrusting and could be trusted.
“Senior Brother Long, Senior Brother Hua, would you like to cooperate with me again?”
Qian Duoduo cupped his hands towards Long Jinxuan and Hua Biaobang, “Medicinal Pills and Magic Treasures are still in ample supply.”
Long Jinxuan and Hua Biaobang's spirits lifted, and their faces lit up with joy, “If Elder Qian doesn't mind, we two are willing to follow.”
Their consumption in the previous round was not significant; they still had half of their Medicinal Pills left, but all their Magic Treasures had been thrown out.
Qian Duoduo didn't feel any heartache about all the Magic Treasures being thrown out, but they did.
If fewer had been thrown, the Left Eyebrow Peak Giant could still have been eliminated.
Seeing that the three of them had settled their discussion, Zeng Zifang looked up and called out to Zhao Yanran, “You all wait a moment. We're keeping the same lineup as before. We'll go down to wipe off some sweat and change into clean clothes.”
Zhao Yanran closed her eyes, not bothering to respond to her.
After Qian Duoduo replenished Long Jinxuan and Hua Biaobang's Medicinal Pills, he gave them two more Storage Pouches, which still contained the same Magic Treasures as before.
He stroked Sibuxiang's head and asked, “Two Senior Brothers, shall we go out and fight?”
“Elder, please!”
Long Jinxuan and Hua Biaobang stepped aside, allowing Qian Duoduo to go first.
Qian Duoduo raised his hand, and another twenty-four Corpse Puppets appeared, with the same grade and equipment as the previous batch.
The moment the Corpse Puppets appeared, Zeng Zifang smiled silently.
She had long expected that Qian Duoduo, as a peddler, wouldn't only have one batch of combat Corpse Puppets.
Zhao Yanran took a deep breath, her fingertips pressing deep into her palm.
Her aversion to Qian Duoduo had reached an unprecedented level.
In the previous death match, what ultimately took the lives of Gao Yuan and his two companions was the simultaneous self-detonation of the twenty-four Corpse Puppets and their Magic Treasures.
She had hoped that Qian Duoduo would no longer be able to produce so many Corpse Puppets, but when Qian Duoduo casually brought out the same Corpse Puppets again, she knew that she still wouldn't win this round.
Gao Yuan, Shan Yu, and Yun Shao were the strongest combat forces in her faction.
If the strongest combat forces had lost, how could those inferior to Gao Yuan and the others fare any better?
The moment the Corpse Puppet Formation appeared, Long Jinxuan and Hua Biaobang immediately understood that they would definitely survive until the troop selection phase.
The third death match had no suspense whatsoever.
Sibuxiang and the Corpse Puppet Formation entangled Zhao Yanran's three guards.
Without the need for Corpse Puppet self-detonation, under the sneak attacks of Qian Duoduo, Long Jinxuan, and Hua Biaobang, Zhao Yanran's last three guards, despite using every means available, still died one after another.
On Zeng Zifang's side, only Hua Biaobang suffered a minor injury.
In the death match segment, Zeng Zifang achieved a great victory.
She still had four guards remaining, while Zhao Yanran became a lone figure.
Long Jinxuan, Hua Biaobang, and Su Xiaogan, who never had a chance to enter the arena, were beaming with the joy of escaping death.
In their eyes, having fought to this point, the Sect Knight War was already over.
“Are we still fighting?” Zeng Zifang thought the same.
“Is there still a need to be abused again?”
She put her hands on her slender waist, deliberately frowning, and asked Zhao Yanran, “My poor Sister Zhao, twenty carefully selected guards, and not a single one left. One against three, do you have that confidence, little sister? Or are your fair, tender skin and flesh itching, and you want your Elder sister to give you a beating?”
Zhao Yanran bent her knees and leaped down from the high platform, saying proudly:
“Why not fight? One against three, who says I'm bound to lose?”
