These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Someone wants to run away.

But a swift sword aura shot straight toward his face.

The moment he could only raise his longsword to try and defend himself, the sword energy suddenly dissipated, and what appeared before him was Wei Tu's face!

"boom!"

When his fist struck his longsword, which he had laid out, the sword did not vibrate much.

He almost thought it was all an illusion.

But in that brief moment, he felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a giant hammer weighing thousands of pounds!

He was sent flying!

Only after he staggered to the ground did blood belatedly seep from the corner of his mouth.

He tried to struggle to get up, but then he heard...

"It's best not to get up. Right now, your meridians are full of chaotic sword energy. Don't blame me for not warning you. If you don't want to become a cripple, just wait for the elders to take you out."

"..."

He desperately wanted to believe the boy was lying to him, but...

When he focused on feeling his meridians, it was as if even the probing aura was instantly torn apart by the hidden sword energy.

He didn't dare to try.

But the boy in front of her had already turned around.

Thus, unable to even deal with Jiang Ying in front of her, An Rou could only watch helplessly as the four men she had joined forces with were defeated one by one by Wei Tu and Dou Qinhu.

As they lay on the ground one by one, Anrou knew that they no longer had the right or the ability to continue.

Next... it's my turn...

"boom!"

As An Rou blocked Jiang Ying's greatsword with her own sword, she turned around, wanting to make the right decision at this moment.

That means retreat!

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn!

Of course, she wouldn't admit that she ran away, even if that were the truth, but her inner pride wouldn't allow her to give up to that extent.

It was just what she saw when she turned around.

It was that handsome young man's languid figure, calmly supporting his sword with his hand.

"..."

This way!

An Rou turned to the side and saw Dou Qinhu, who was holding a knife in both hands, staring at her with a sinister smile.

It's as if I, who started as the hunter, have now become the prey.

She had nowhere to escape unless she could fly or teleport, but she couldn't do that at all.

An Rou was utterly bewildered, looking around with her sword drawn.

At that moment, that wretched boy spoke up.

“Miss An, I think that laying down your weapon and admitting defeat at this moment is the last bit of dignity you can have. Please don’t make a move, I’m afraid you won’t have that chance again.”

An Rou's gaze slowly shifted to the boy's face.

Looking at his lazy, smiling face, she felt a surge of disgust from the bottom of her heart.

But what can we do?

He's in charge now! No matter how much I hate him, can I defeat him?

What the previous five people couldn't do, now only I am truly capable of doing?

But... but to give up like this means falling into a lower-ranked position.

The fame, the rewards, the ranking I didn't want to fall behind... all vanished into thin air.

I still couldn't achieve what I initially envisioned, and all those so-called goals vanished into thin air.

This made An Rou grip the sword in her hand tighter.

As a sword cultivator, my instincts, honed through years of learning and life at the Azure Sect, have taught me this.

At this moment, picking up one's sword and foolishly swinging it at the opponent is the only thing one should do, and only then can one have a clear conscience.

But the resentment in her heart, as if it were an instinctive habit, made her open her mouth.

"Young Master Wei, please spare me."

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at An Rou, who was still hoping to get a chance.

"Tell me, why should I let you off the hook? Let me tell you in advance, I'm not the kind of person who repays evil with kindness. I remember very clearly how you and your people tried to get me and my senior sister out of the game."

An Rou's eye twitched slightly.

She gripped the sword tightly, but then loosened her grip slightly.

She sighed deeply.

"What happened before... was due to my lack of consideration. Young Master Wei is too strong; I overestimated myself."

"Don't rush to admit your mistake. An apology won't bring back an opportunity. Give me a reason that I can't refuse and that I think you're valuable enough to stay."

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at An Rou, completely at ease.

Dou Qinhu glanced at Wei Tu, seemingly wondering what the other party was thinking and whether he really wanted to let this shrewd woman go.

When An Rou heard these words, she seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

Her mind raced, her eyes darting around.

Then she suddenly looked up at Wei Tu.

“I can…be your undercover agent. I can team up with others, but secretly tell you their locations and what they’re planning to do.”

"not enough."

Wei Tu shook his head.

It was as if a demon was judging him, and his fate depended entirely on the demon's mood.

An Rou bit her lip, her face pale.

"I might even betray them for you at a crucial moment, allowing you to easily win! When only a few of us are left, I'll definitely be the first to admit defeat and quit!"

Wei Tu laughed.

An Rou looked at the boy nervously.

What do you think...?

"I think... we should respect this game."

"What's the meaning……?"

An Rou's eyebrows twitched.

She sensed that the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Wei Tu smiled and said, "That means strength is paramount. Rankings should reflect one's actual strength; that's the only fair way."

"Screw fairness!!"

In that instant, An Rou fiercely hurled her sword, like a javelin thrown from her hand.

The sword energy made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air, sending a chill down one's spine.

An Rou, however, didn't even consider the consequences of her sword strike.

She turned to the side, intending to seize the only possible chance to escape while Wei Tu was blocking her sword!

But just as she leaped up in an attempt to escape, she felt a heat in her ankle.

Whose hand is that?!

Before she could think any further, she felt her body was out of control.

The result of losing one's balance is...

"boom!!"

An Rou fell backward to the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw the crisp bamboo leaves fluttering and falling towards her.

It was as if he had already died in the soil, and the dust and fallen leaves were burying him.

Although not to the point of death.

But she understood that her long-awaited goal... had vanished without a trace.

This is a bad, but extremely bad, outcome...

"Are you giving up? Or are you planning to try again?"

An Rou's eyes reddened.

She clenched her fist and crushed a few bamboo leaves in her hand.

He uttered a sound of humiliation and helplessness.

"I... quit!"

Soon, in front of Wei Tu, Jiang Ying, and Dou Qinhu, several elders appeared and quickly took away the five people.

They didn't say anything.

The bamboo grove suddenly became quiet again.

The broken bamboo stalks around them, the marks left by the sword energy, are the only evidence that something really happened.

"Now, if we subtract five from the fifteen people, we have ten left. If we don't count us, we have seven left. There aren't many opponents left."

Dou Qinhu's expression softened.

He held the knife and looked at Wei Tu, saying this.