The legendary warrior

"They didn't die together, did they? It looks like they still draw breath," some warriors remarked as they squinted their eyes. They had better eyesight than most and could see through the dust and distance.

"I don't think so. But even if they survived, they are both badly hurt!"

"Yes, Ricky and Chad have locked onto each other's soul. One single moment of weakness from either of them and the battle will be decided," another one said. "It's such a pity that Ricky is going to die."

The warriors in the audience, especially people like Mordechai were heavily worried.

Lloyd and the others were in the same mood as the members of the Zang Clan.

'This guy has completely refined the Five-element Flag. I hope it can protect him!' All they could do at the moment was pray in their hearts and hope they were heard.

The saints seemed excited, though.

They knew that Chad was going to die soon.

The man posed a great threat to them and they didn't care whether Ricky survived or not. As far as they were concerned, Ricky's life for Chad's death was a reasonable bargain.

Perhaps they did feel a slight pity for the former.

But what saddened them more was the fact that if the two opponents died, no one would bring Paul's inheritance out of that Combat Space and ultimately none of them could get their hands on it.

"If Ricky and Chad both die in this battle, Paul should choose Mike. And I think it will. I don't think he would want to wait for another two hundred years." A few saints began discussing telepathically.

"Maybe that's what will happen. Let's wait and see."

"I didn't expect you to carry a real sacred weapon.

If it weren't for that darned thing protecting your heart and meridian, you would be a corpse by now," Chad roared unwillingly.

The sacred weapon Chad was talking about was nothing but the Five-element Flag.

"Humph!" Ricky snorted coldly. "What's so different about you? If you weren't protecting yourself with a sacred weapon as well, would you even dare fight me?"

With the Golden Spirit Eyes, Ricky could see Chad's black blood spear, which was a sacred weapon too.

the man hadn't used that, Ricky

going to use a sacred weapon

he hadn't used his own trump card, he would have

Chad hadn't expected Ricky to carry a

the black blood spear, but it was enough to

either die together or forfeit the battle together. This was because both

as they exerted that power, their opponent's soul would be completely

let's give up control of each other's soul simultaneously," Chad

don't want to die, but what makes you think I would believe you? And why would you trust me?" Ricky

really are willing to die with me?" Chad asked coldly upon hearing the decisive tone Ricky had

and I may not even be the strongest man here, but

it's worth it if I give up my

you want to take my life, you must be

powers and began

you crazy?" Chad

would deliberately give up his

was no time for fear or hesitation. With the last ounce of strength he had, he chose to destroy Ricky's

Puff!

of them spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously. Then, with

died. All his confidence

Ricky was dead, too.

The audience were shocked.

including Lloyd felt nothing but

be extremely evil. Chad died just like that," a few of the saints remarked faintly. They were truly

knew the dire consequences of such

of them also felt sorry for Ricky. "It's

people were relieved that Chad was dead and considered Ricky's death to be a worthy

did you waste your life like this? A Dark Land Blood Mutant is not worth dying for!" the Dragon Intent Grass roared painfully

Ricky would

be a hero, you should have waited until you became extremely

in pain. However, all of

laughed happily,