Teleport Systems
Episode 150 of the contest

"You are the star for the Spell that will win me, our destiny has been written to be with you is just the kidnapper forcing love" said Laksmi's daughter.

"If those words had come out of someone else's mouth then I would have killed him cruelly, but somehow my heart still remained calm when you said them" said king Darsa.

"Stop loving me and send me back to my fiancee, I don't want you to die" Laksmi said.

"Is that a sign that you love me?" ask the king of Darsa.

Laksmi just kept quiet.

It is seen that the first participant has held a thread of arrows and tried to pull it, without suffering the participant's hand was immediately broken.

"Ahahaha I forgot to say that the bow will attack people who have high passions" said prince Raksha while laughing.

"For you demons do not dream of pulling it unless you are a holy demon or a holy beast who has gained enlightenment" said Raksha.

The second participant without fear he immediately walked towards the stage although he saw with his own eyes the hand of the previous participant instantly shattered upon touching the bow thread.

"A brave participant I like" said king Darsa as he threw a bag of gold on stage.

"Pull a little and I will give you three bars of gold" said king Darsa.

The participant turned his head and looked at the king with a smile"I feel flattered" he said, greeting him.

With high confidence the participant immediately held the bow thread and tried to pull it, it was seen that he exerted all the strength he had until everyone could see the extremely clear aura fluctuations of a martial artist at the Elder level.

The longer the participant pulled the less energy he released as if the bow was absorbing its power.

The longer his body took care of like a bone until he finally died with a body that became thin like a stick.

"Ups.. I forgot to tell you that this bow can absorb demonic aura" said prince Raksha.

Descendants of king Rakhsadaksa really enjoy this show as if they are seeing a comedy not only they are mostly spectators also feel entertained except for the immigrants from other kingdoms.

"We should go home this place is not for us" said Om Hendra while embracing aunt Nita who looked frightened because she kept her eyes closed.

"I don't want to go back I feel like I'm going to see Faisal again" replied Aunt Nita.

Seeing participants who experienced bad events such as being skulls and hands cut off many of the participants who chose to resign.

Now there were only 3 left, Faisal, and two disciples from the orthodox sect.

"Now it is no longer interesting because many participants who run away, but the competition will still be done" said Prince Raksha.

"I'll lift it!" shouted one of the disciples from the orthodox sect namely the Sword temple sect.

"He was a disciple of the Sword temple sect who had been chasing after Saras' daughter for a long time"

"I heard that he has become a level 1 disciple and now he is at the Holy Elder level at a young age of 21 years old"

"I'm sure he must have been able to draw the bow, the title he gave guaranteed was the young Saint sword temple"

"How does Saras' daughter do you like young master Qiu mo there?" asked Prince Raksha to mock his daughter.

Qiu mo smiled as his name was mentioned by prince Raksha.

"Highly fast I want to see this idiot die..!" prince Barsha's shout was so loud that it made Qiu mo upset.

"O moon that shines on a dark night I present this victory to you, you blameless one" Qiu Mo said as he walked onto the stage.

Hearing that some of the spectators became annoyed and some even vomited.

"So disgusting words"

"I feel ashamed"

"Uncle give me your sword I will cut it off" said Saras' daughter with emotion.

Faisal stared intently at Qiu mo from the seating of the participants inside the Stadium.

"There's something strange" Faisal murmured as he watched Qiu mo's back which had a black aura that felt familiar to Faisal.

With a high sense of confidence Qiu mo began to draw a bow with an immense force of aura fluctuations that were so dense as a martial artist at the king level.

In contrast to the previous participants the strength of Qiu mo did not decrease but rather increased, the stronger he drew the more strength he gained.

"Rightly he put a reinforcement talisman on his back" Faisal murmured.

"You feel it too" king Darsa said telepathically to Faisal.

"It seems that I have no class from your supervision of the king of Darsa" Faisal replied using telepathy.

"You're too special to let me keep an eye on you you're very suspicious" King Darsa said using telepathy.

"Suspiciousness is just a conjecture not a truth" Faisal said using telepathy.

Finally there was a participant who managed to pull the bow even though it was only two stops there it made the audience cheer and clap until it made Qiu mo more arrogant.

"Do something he's not honest" said king Darsa using telepathy.

Faisal pointed at Qiu mo's back and then said"all is destroyed at my will" he whispered.

As soon as Qiu mo's strength was absorbed into the bow he shouted because he could not release his hand from the bow.

"Yyyyy...! Please..!" he shouted for help.

"He's finally dead"

"huhuhahah..!"

"Look at what I said he's dead"

King Darsa looked surprised as he stared intently at Qiu mo.

"How do you do it?" ask King Darsa using telepathy.

"Some people have secrets to hide" Faisal replied using telepathy.

"You made me curious after this competition I will meet you" said king Darsa using telepathy.

"I'll welcome your majesty" Faisal replied using telepathy.

"Twoosh..!" an extremely loud explosive sound came from the stage that was shattered from the pounding of the leg of an old man who landed and cut off Qiu mo's hand.

"Stup..!"

It was seen that the old man had stuck to the wall and was giggled by Prince Raksha.

"How dare you mess up on my show" said prince Raksha so full of emotion that he issued a murderous intent so terrible.

The old man who was giggled was one of the elders in the Sword temple sect everyone was terrified upon seeing that.

"Please forgive me and my students" said the elder pleading with a choked voice.

"You dare to come and spoil my pleasure" Prince Raksha said.

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