These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Murong Yuantai felt despair.

The person who came out wasn't even the boss yet, and we've run out of our trump cards.

How am I supposed to fight?

Even if I went up and bit him, I probably couldn't beat him!

But don't panic... at least I've beaten Qiao Zhiheng... we're both at the Dragon Slayer Realm... who's afraid of who!

Who's afraid of who!

So Murong Yuantai raised his head.

"Come!"

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zhiheng glanced at him at this moment, and then looked at the referee next to him.

"I concede defeat in this match."

Murong Yuantai stared blankly at Qiao Zhiheng, seemingly unaware of what had happened.

The referee hesitated for a moment.

"you sure?"

"Okay, I give up."

After speaking, Qiao Zhiheng turned around and walked off the stage, a scene that surprised many people below.

After all, in their view, Qiao Zhiheng still had some strength left. He hadn't expended too much effort before, so he should be able to put up a fight against Murong Yuantai, who wasn't particularly strong, and even help their sect secure a victory.

At this moment, Murong Yuantai sensed the scent of a conspiracy.

Before he could react, the referee spoke.

"Alright, next, Yuanjian Sect... Wei Tu!"

be cheated!

I'm such a jerk!

So you wanted him to play, right?

It's too late to fight!

Murong Yuantai reacted almost instinctively, without any resistance or struggle.

He has to admit defeat!

You must admit defeat and not give the other party a chance to humiliate you!

So he prepared to shout.

"No! I admit it..."

But he hadn't finished speaking.

Then I saw the boy rushing onto the stage, shouting as he ran towards me.

"Brother, you're too kind!"

You're letting me off easy! I admit defeat!

But the opponent had already pounced on them, without even bringing a sword!

What is he trying to do?!

"I admit it..."

Murong Yuantai tried to admit defeat again, but Wei Tu's fist came straight for his face.

Not only that, he pounced on it.

He was punching himself wildly while shouting exaggeratedly.

"Brother Murong, your skill is superb!"

"Ouch! That hurt! That punch was really powerful. Well then, I won't hold back either!"

Why are you being so polite?!

Stop pretending!

Please let me say something, waaaaah... PS: I'll add more later~~~~ I really need to quit smoking, my throat has been hurting a lot lately. I think I have pharyngitis.

91 Lin Ruoyin, you're truly amazing (Bonus chapter for monthly votes: 5)

When this event was over, it hadn't even taken half a day.

Wei Tu didn't find this information strange. It was simple: in a match where the odds were clearly stacked against each other, the aura of certain defeat that emanated from the very first match was easily contagious to his teammates and fellow disciples.

The consequences were obvious.

That would mean one defeat after another, without strong or resilient individuals to act as pillars of strength.

The resulting situation is that even a superficial stalemate cannot be maintained, and it is only natural that one team will be defeated faster than the other.

When Wei Tu and the others finished their competition, Murong Yuantai, with a bruised and swollen face, was helped off the stage by his teammates.

Wei Tu still showed some concern for the other party, but unfortunately, the other party did not appreciate it and avoided him like the plague, as if afraid that Wei Tu would say another word to him.

Once these two sects leave the arena, the next match will begin.

Wei Tu did not immediately return with his fellow disciples, but instead watched from the sidelines.

"Seeking Immortals Palace versus Mad Blade Sect!"

This is the sound Wei Tu heard when he stepped down from his post.

He walked towards the stands below and saw several figures walking towards him.

Three young boys followed behind them, and behind them appeared to be a blind man using a cane.

Because his eyes were always tightly closed.

But as they brushed past him, Wei Tu could only sense the boy's presence.

Qin Zipei...

That should be its name.

He walked past me calmly, seemingly without any intention of having a conversation with me.

Wei Tu also felt that it was indeed unnecessary.

When I arrived at the sidelines, the two sides were just beginning their match.

What was somewhat surprising was that Qin Zipei, whom many people were looking forward to, was the first to take the stage.

Qiao Zhiheng frowned and said strangely, "It's a bit odd that Qin Zipei is the first one to go on stage."

Wei Tu thought for a moment, "Either there are stronger people in the team than him, or he's stopped pretending and is preparing to take on three opponents at once."

Qiao Zhiheng said with a laugh, "I've never seen such an arrangement before. It's so unpretentious. Won't it affect what happens later?"

Wei Tu laughed and said, "Maybe they didn't even think that much about it?"

Qiao Zhiheng shook his head.

"I don't understand."

"boom!"

As their conversation ended, the first boy to face Qin Zipei was sent flying out of the arena. They didn't even see how Qin Zipei used his sword; it seemed as if he had simply used his physical strength and the suppression of his cultivation level to send his opponent flying.

He seemed completely unaffected, simply watching the sidelines calmly.

"next."

The second one, the third one.

Just like everyone else, none of them could last long under Qin Zipei's attack. This young man didn't even seem to break a sweat.

He calmly faced one opponent after another, without saying anything superfluous or showing any unnecessary expression.

Qiao Zhiheng, however, said, "Have you noticed something strange?"

"what?"

"He never seems to use his left hand. No matter how opportune the moment, he always awkwardly uses his right hand to make a move. It feels a bit deliberate."

Wei Tu nodded.

"It was indeed intentional, so there's no need to worry about it."

"Why don't you care?"

Qiao Zhiheng thought this was an unusual move and that he shouldn't have been completely unaware of it. Perhaps the other party had some obvious weakness or a hidden trick up their sleeve.

Wei Tu laughed and said, "It's very simple. Since you can't determine his purpose in doing this, and you don't know whether he's just not using his left hand well, or whether he's hiding a deadly move in his left hand... then just stop thinking about it and treat him like a normal person. Otherwise, if you keep thinking about it, it's easy for your mindset to change."

"That seems to make sense... but can you really do exactly what you think?"

Wei Tu smiled and looked at Qiao Zhiheng.

"No way."

"Then tell me!"

"Because it sounds impressive when you say it out loud, and you definitely thought it made sense just now."

"...You're really something."

After watching this match, Wei Tu had no interest in watching the next one.

However, he did not expect that when he was preparing to leave the large open space with the people around him...

Qin Zipei appeared beside him.

“Wei Tu…”

He said his name.

Wei Tu looked at the other person without surprise and said with a smile, "Congratulations."