Chapter 174: Throwing Away Shame

As soon as this thought appeared, she couldn't help but feel a bit flustered, but the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

After all, being able to spare some attention to take care of her in that situation was just like a hero saving a beauty in a storybook.

At this moment, very few people were still standing on the stage.

Aside from Yang Fan's trio and Gu Le's "main force," the rest were basically juniors and seniors.

On Gu Le's side, after two hours, the pace of rotations significantly increased.

Almost every fifteen minutes, someone would be unable to hold on and step down; she constantly adjusted the formation, barely managing to maintain it.

Next to their team lay a "discus"—it was a previously manifested Robot Soldier that had been crushed flat by the terrifying pressure as soon as it appeared.

After seeing Yang Fan's maneuvers, Gu Le also manifested Robot Soldiers from her God-Kingdom, intending to borrow his ideas to increase the success rate of the entire team's "wool-shearing."

However, the idea was beautiful while reality was cruel; these ordinary robots simply couldn't withstand the immense pressure.

As for going to the Mall to buy robot warriors now, it was completely impossible; at this moment, even a slight lapse in mental focus would likely lead to failure.

Yang Fan still stood straight in place. He glanced at the people around him with distorted faces, struggling to hold on, and frowned slightly.

"Old Ye, Brother Sima. Are you two still holding up? Do you want something to eat?"

Ye Jianfeng's entire body was tense, like a fully drawn bow. Even breathing was extremely difficult, leaving him with no extra energy to respond.

Sima Bang, on the other hand, took several full minutes before squeezing a single word through his teeth: "Yes!"

"Alright." Yang Fan nodded.

The next moment, a large amount of gourmet food appeared out of thin air in the robots' hands.

This food all came from the "Myriad Spirits Dietary Hub," with high-grade spiritual grain as the main ingredient, supplemented by Dragon meat essence, all containing extremely abundant energy.

For everyone who was currently extremely exhausted, it was comparable to a Spirit Pill!

A robot walked to Ye Jianfeng's side and gently brought a spoonful of food to his lips.

However, Ye Jianfeng's lips remained tightly shut, motionless.

On the other side, Sima Bang strained with all his might to slowly open his mouth.

As soon as the food entered his mouth, he swallowed it directly without even having time to chew!

One bite, two bites, three bites…

Plate after plate was frantically funneled into his mouth like filling a granary.

Sima Bang, who possessed the S-rank "Devour" talent, was like a bottomless pit at this moment.

In just a short while, all the hundreds of kilograms of food Yang Fan had manifested were swallowed into his stomach! The scene was nothing short of exaggerated.

"Keep… going… more…" Sima Bang's voice was muffled. "The more food the better… when the time comes… my reward… I'll give you half…"

As the energy was continuously replenished, his aura clearly recovered quite a bit.

Yang Fan shook his head. "No need. We're brothers; there's plenty of spiritual food."

"Good brother…" Sima Bang's voice was muffled, filled with gratitude.

Time passed slowly, and finally, three hours had elapsed.

At that moment, the breath many people were holding broke, and their bodies were directly sent flying by the terrifying force!

One figure after another flew off the stage, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Gu Le's twenty-person team also completely collapsed at this moment, with everyone flying backward simultaneously.

Ye Jianfeng suddenly snapped his eyes open, his aura in disarray, and his voice was almost "squeezed" out of his throat.

"I… can't… no… strength… going… down… first…"

"I'll have a robot carry you," Yang Fan said.

"No… no need…" Ye Jianfeng shook his head with difficulty. "Just… support me…"

He leaned half his body on the robot, swaying with every step, looking as if he were walking, yet also as if he were being dragged off the stage.

A Sword Cultivator has their own pride; they cannot lose face.

Being carried down in a "princess carry" in front of everyone?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

The instant Ye Jianfeng left, Sima Bang used his last ounce of strength to lunge forward! He crashed directly into Yang Fan's thigh.

Now, Sima Bang was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands death-gripping Yang Fan's thigh.

His head was tilted to one side, his mouth wide open, still continuously being fed by the robot.

The scene was extremely comical.

"Brother Sima… what are you doing?" Yang Fan looked down at the scene with a bewildered expression.

"I'm throwing away my shame… just holding on like this… maybe… I can reach four hours… when that happens… you'll be my real brother…" Sima Bang said unclearly while swallowing with his eyes closed.

Yang Fan: "…"

He silently looked up and found many people around casting strange looks his way.

At this moment, Yang Fan even had an urge to transfer 100 million divinity points to Sima Bang just to beg him to let go.

If he kept hugging like this, his pants were going to be pulled off!

Yang Fan calmly hitched up his waistband with his left hand, staring fixedly at the eye of the god in the sky as if he knew nothing.

Upon the high platform.

The gods of the Five Great Families couldn't help but chuckle as they watched this scene.

Coming to this Heavenly Pride Apotheosis Battle was truly worth it; after returning, they would definitely have to chat about this in the Family group—it was quite a hot topic!

At this moment, fewer than a few hundred Prodigies were still persevering on the stage.

Some were gritting their teeth to hold on, while others looked calm.

And more and more eyes were focusing on the two of them, Yang Fan and Sima Bang.

On one hand, it was because of Sima Bang's hilarious posture. On the other hand, it was Yang Fan's "unfamiliar face."

Those able to endure the divine pressure for over three hours were almost exclusively juniors and seniors.

Being in the same Taichu Academy and constantly participating in campaigns against Alien God-Kingdoms, they had more or less seen each other before.

As the young master of the Sima Family, naturally many people recognized Sima Bang. But as for Yang Fan, most were seeing him for the first time.

Taichu Academy doesn't care about seniority, only potential; with the composure Yang Fan displayed now, it was enough to prove the strength of his God-Kingdom's foundation.

"Once the Heavenly Pride Apotheosis Battle ends, I must get to know this person." The same thought appeared in everyone's mind.

Time trickled away, and every few breaths, a new figure would fall.

The number of people on the field decreased visibly.

Finally, the time reached its end.

High in the sky, the "eye of the god" that had been coldly watching everything slowly closed, its outline blurring bit by bit until it completely vanished into nothingness.

At that same moment, the terrifying pressure enveloping the entire stage suddenly dissipated!

Everyone subconsciously gasped for air.

"Phew—!" Sima Bang could no longer hold on; his entire body seemed drained of strength, and he collapsed directly to the ground, fainting.

The robot beside him, which had been mechanically feeding him, stopped its right hand in mid-air, its movement frozen.

Just then, a pale blue light emerged from the Void Realm, slowly descending from the top of Yang Fan's head like a scan, sweeping over his entire body from top to bottom.

On the high platform, the five people received feedback information simultaneously.

With just one glance, the expressions of all several people changed.

"Hmm?" Han Wuji's gaze sharpened, and he was the first to speak: "This boy is truly a freshman… and he hasn't joined any Great Family or company yet?"

A sharp light flashed in his eyes: "A fine talent. My Han Family is interested in inviting him."