"Keep your voice down!" One person slapped the audience member who had just spoken and leaned over to whisper, "Don't let his slovenly appearance fool you, he's the number one martial artist in the ancient martial arts world today, the most powerful one at the peak of the acquired realm!"

"What? He's at the Perfected Stage of the Acquired Realm? Then how come he still can't catch up with Qingyun?"

The audience was astonished, shaking their heads and sighing as they looked at Qingyun. This match had truly exceeded their expectations.

Lin Yuhao was driven to despair by Qingyun's relentless pursuit, but Qingyun played like a cat toying with a mouse, easily stopping him without launching a direct attack. He struggled to escape, only to be caught again and again, leaving Lin Yuhao utterly defeated.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!" Lin Yuhao looked at the mocking smile in Qingyun's eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he turned his head, he saw that the old man He, whom he had been looking forward to, was now chasing after Qingyun like a madman. He was immediately filled with resentment and spat out a mouthful of blood!

Qingyun slowly stopped, looked at Lin Yuhao, and her eyes held a hint of mockery.

"good!"

The audience was completely bewildered, unaware that Lin Yuhao had vomited blood because he was angry; they assumed Qingyun had injured him. They were so moved by the scene that they immediately forgot their pre-competition stance and cheered for Qingyun. Afterwards, they looked embarrassed, only to find that their companions all shared the same expression.

"Kid! Kid! Teach me! Teach me that Flying Snow Step technique!" Old He immediately tried to climb onto the stage, saying, "I'll become your disciple!"

He then knelt down and kowtowed several times to Qingyun.

Inside the private room, the family heads remained silent, looking at Elder He, who was kowtowing to Qingyun and declaring his intention to become her disciple, and then at Qingyun, whose unsteady gait made it impossible to discern the depth of her cultivation. Their eyes were filled with bitterness.

On the other hand, Nie Songping stopped pretending and happily started eating sunflower seeds.

Qingyun ignored Old He. He knew the man's identity; he was a martial arts fanatic, and it seemed that his relationship with Lin Yuhao wasn't very deep.