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 himself wouldn't have used

to use a sacred weapon to protect himself at the

own trump card, he would have died. And

hadn't expected Ricky to carry a

spear, but it was enough to protect Ricky's heart

die together or forfeit the battle together. This was because both of their powers had

opponent's soul would be completely destroyed and the

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

makes you think I

are willing to die with me?" Chad asked coldly upon hearing

be a hero, and I may not even be the strongest man here, but I do know something about

give up my life so

if you want to take my life, you must

and

crazy?"

that Ricky would deliberately give

no time for fear or hesitation. With the last ounce of strength he had,

Puff!

two of them spat out a mouthful of blood

confidence and power had amounted

Ricky was dead, too.

The audience were shocked.

but heartbroken. They had

thought it to be extremely evil. Chad died just like that,"

such

felt sorry for Ricky. "It's a pity

were relieved that Chad was dead and considered

this? A Dark Land Blood Mutant is not worth

could have imagined that Ricky would choose to

though you want to be a hero, you should have waited until

and in pain.

Ricky laughed happily, albeit quite