The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 534 - 534 533 Day Saint Gu Nina

534: Chapter 533: Day Saint Gu Nina 534: Chapter 533: Day Saint Gu Nina The two women had wanted to question Wang Dadong further, but seeing how terribly Ye Zi was crying, they felt it was no longer appropriate to ask.

Liu Tong winked at Wang Dadong playfully and said, “Master, I promise I won’t tell Sister Lin.”

Of course, she didn’t make a sound, she only used lip-reading.

A sense of mild sorrow arose in Wang Dadong’s heart, “Damn it, that little look in her eyes is clearly a threat to me!”

After crying for a little while, Ye Zi seemed to realize something was off and quickly ran out of Wang Dadong’s embrace.

“I’m sorry, I…

I shouldn’t have stayed behind…”

Ye Zi’s face was filled with guilt and self-reproach, thinking that if she hadn’t stayed to watch the martial arts competition, Wang Dadong wouldn’t have lost that billion.

Wang Dadong didn’t know how to console Ye Zi.

A billion, to him, might not mean much, but for Ye Zi, it was far too much.

“It’s alright, money is just a worldly possession, once it’s gone, it’s gone.

Besides, master’s money was given to him by others anyway.”

It was Liu Tong who took Ye Zi’s hand and spoke nonchalantly, while Xia Yun’s gaze towards Wang Dadong completely changed.

Wang Dadong’s performance had entirely exceeded her expectations.

She wanted to speak with Wang Dadong, but thinking of her previous scorn and mockery towards him, she found herself unable to open her mouth.

The competition continued, and Wang Dadong watched the bouts while recovering his Inner Strength.

To have made it this far in the fight, they were all masters among masters, so achieving victory was exceedingly difficult for any side.

Therefore, the matches took a particularly long time, often approaching twenty minutes for just one.

This suited Wang Dadong fine, as the longer it went on, the more Inner Strength he could recover.

Wang Dadong could have focused solely on recovering his Inner Strength, but he wanted to watch that woman’s battle.

He wondered if she would be able to make it into the top thirty-two.

The sixty-four contenders round was far more thrilling and intense than the first round of drawn matches.

Surprisingly, some who hadn’t shone in earlier matches suddenly unleashed incredible combat power.

For instance, an old man with a hunched back who had a bit of difficulty walking, had a rather average performance during the sixty-four contenders round, narrowly defeating his opponent.

However, in the round progressing from sixty-four to thirty-two, he instantly knocked out his adversary.

And his opponent was no weakling, being a Semi-Saint.

To defeat a Semi-Saint in one move, one must at least be a Saint Level powerhouse.

“I know who he is, he’s the one known as Iron Crutch Li, the Iron Crutch Saint!” someone recognized the identity of the hunched old man.

The old man was stooped over, one of his legs seemed to be impaired, and he leaned on an iron crutch, rather similar to the legendary Iron Crutch Li from the myths.

Once this was said, it caused a huge stir.

The Iron Crutch Saint truly was a Saint.

And a Saint had appeared in the sixty-four contenders round.

Although Saints aren’t the pinnacle of martial force, they are characters standing at the tip of the pyramid, each an individual of great renown.

This Iron Crutch Saint had some fame, and it was said that his iron crutch was an Ancient Weapon.

A Saint with an Ancient Weapon is definitely terrifying, even capable of slaying Saints who don’t possess Ancient Weapons.

“The Iron Crutch Saint has appeared, it seems like the champion of this competition can be no one else but him.” someone said excitedly.

Saints are not commonly seen, and some were even more excited than when King Liu fought against Wang Dadong.

After all, both King Liu and Wang Dadong had shown combat power comparable to Saints, but only their strongest strikes reached the threshold of Saint Level power.

A true Saint, however, exerts Saint Level power with any casual punch.

The two couldn’t be mentioned in the same breath.

Moreover, those Saint Realm Powerhouses who possess a Sacred Body, when fighting against non-Saints, naturally stand on unassailable ground.

“It’s just a pity that the female powerhouse didn’t participate, otherwise, she would have had a chance to win the championship.”

Some looked at Mu Ming with a hint of regret in their expressions.

As soon as Mu Ming entered the arena, she demonstrated the combat power of a Saint and shocked many people.

“Look quickly, that one, is also a Saint!”

Just as people were in awe that a real Saint had emerged, yet another Saint appeared.

“Good heavens, am I seeing this right?

That’s Gu Nina!”

Followed the voice, the crowd saw a Western beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes standing on the stage, her silver cape fluttering in the wind.

In her hand, she wielded a silver bow and arrow, and her opponent suddenly had nine gaping holes.

Blood spurted violently, and the only person who could shoot nine arrows with one shot was the Daylight Saint, Gu Nina.

Gu Nina’s appearance ignited the crowd’s emotions once more.

Everyone thought that Iron Crutch Saint would mostly win this competition’s championship, but unexpectedly, another Daylight Saint emerged.

The prestige of this Daylight Saint was in no way inferior to that of Iron Crutch Saint.

A move called Nine Dragons Daylight was acclaimed to be capable of Slaying Saints.

“Iron Crutch Saint!

Iron Crutch Saint!”

“Daylight Saint!

Daylight Saint!”

In a luxurious room, a Western man wearing a golden robe watched the projection on the wall and revealed a disdainful smile, “Just two Saints?”

“Better than none, don’t you think so, my queen?”

The man in the golden robe turned his head to look at the quiet woman standing beside him, wearing a silver mask, and said.

The woman remained silently standing, not saying a word, as if she merged with the surroundings.

“But merely Saints, yet they dream of winning the championship, such wishful thinking!” the man in the golden robe lit a cigar.

“What do you think, will there be a Hermit-level expert showing up?” he asked the Silver-faced Lady while puffing on his cigar.

However, the Silver-faced Lady, as if mute, did not respond to him.

A trace of irritation suddenly surged across the face of the man in the golden robe, and he stood up, pressing the lit end of the cigar directly onto the snow-like skin below the Silver-faced Lady’s exposed collarbone.

Sss~

The sound of flesh sizzling arose, accompanied by the smell of burning meat.

Despite this, the Silver-faced Lady did not move at all, as if the burning cigar were not being stubbed against her body.

“Why don’t you speak?

Doesn’t it hurt?”

In the end, the man in the golden robe collapsed on the sofa like a deflated ball.

The cigar dropped to the floor, and a large, unsightly black scar had been burned into the skin below the Silver-faced Lady’s collarbone.

But astonishingly, the scar began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within just a few seconds, the area scalded by the cigar head became crystal clear, as delicate as a newborn baby’s skin.

“BOSS, everything is ready.

Once the competition ends, we can launch,”

At that moment, a person dressed like a staff member came in and spoke to the man in the golden robe.

The man in the golden robe nodded and said coldly, “Remember, the championship is the primary target, the best outcome is to leave none standing.”

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