Yin Tiantian was also exhausted, first resisting Zeng Yunpeng's volcanic offensive.

A gentle breeze, a gust of wind, a gale—her swordsmanship followed her every move, adapting to the wind, but it took a considerable toll on her.

Now that she was taking the initiative to attack, she was under a lot of pressure. Seeing that her attack finally worked and she won the game, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

With a wave of her hand, she summoned the spirit sword back and sheathed it.

Zeng Lusheng wanted to intervene when Zeng Yunpeng was unable to withstand the attack of the spirit sword, but he saw that the spirit sword's attack position had shifted, so he held back.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Losing a game was fine, as long as his precious son was alright. He couldn't care less about the deal between Biyunxuan and Liu Zhihao.

He heard Pei Ming sigh, "What a pity. If he could have blocked that move, he could have turned the tide of the battle."

Zeng Lusheng and Liu Zhihao didn't speak, but they carefully looked at Yin Tiantian, this little girl who had surprised them.

On the other side.

The crowd at Lingyan Pavilion erupted in cheers, applauding Yin Tiantian.

"Miss Yin is amazing, this match was so exciting."

"Yes, this disciple of the Fengqing Sect is truly remarkable."

Even Shen Qianjun couldn't help but sigh, "This time we really owe a lot to our little friend Tian Tian. None of our Lingyan Pavilion Foundation Establishment disciples could deal with Zeng Yunpeng."

Qin Feng just smiled.

Zeng Yunpeng was somewhat dazed at this moment, staring at his injured arm, lost in thought.

His feelings were complicated at this moment. He found it hard to accept that he had been defeated by a woman whose realm was one level lower than his.

He was deeply resentful, and his expression began to become somewhat deranged.

Zeng Yunpeng looked at Yin Tiantian and said something that shocked everyone present.

"I haven't lost yet! Let's continue."

Zeng Yunpeng's words caused an uproar in the audience.

"Isn't this cheating? They were holding back just now."

"These people from the Fengqing Sect are so shameless."

Even Zeng Yunpeng's father, Zeng Lusheng, blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Pei Ming's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily, saying loudly:

"That's right, the contestant hasn't given up and still has fighting power. The referee hasn't announced the result yet, so this match isn't over yet."

Liu Zhihao felt his face burning. You really have no shame.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qianjun flew into a rage and pointed at him, cursing:

"Old Pei, anyone with eyes can see the outcome is already decided. Are you blind?"

Pei Ming laughed and said, "Old Shen, don't be impulsive. I'm just following the rules. Have we admitted defeat? Have we announced the results? No, which means this competition isn't over yet."

Besides, even if you win this battle, this little girl won't have the strength to fight anymore. You only have a child left, while we have two disciples who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Why would we deliberately take advantage of you?

"You agree, right, Mr. Xu?"

Pei Ming finally posed the question to Xu Zhenyang, the host of Guiyilou.

Shen Qianjun glared angrily at Pei Ming, then looked at Xu Zhenyang to see how he would respond.

Xu Zhenyang is in a difficult position now. You guys already have the advantage, why did you have to do this? Isn't this putting me in a difficult position?

He cleared his throat, thought for a moment, and then said, "Ahem, according to the rules of the competition, Pei Ming is not wrong, after all, the other party has not admitted defeat."

"You! Fine, fine, fine."

Shen Qianjun knew they were a bunch of snakes and rats, and that they were up to no good, but the other party's obvious favoritism still made him furious.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes after hearing this.

Leng Yuexi frowned slightly.

Xiao Fan was furious. This was utterly shameless! He clenched his little fists tightly.

Then Pei Ming reminded him, "Master Xu, since the competition isn't over yet, let's announce that it will continue."

Xu Zhenyang's voice rang out again, "This match is not over yet, both sides continue."

The audience was incredulous; wasn't this absurd?

Yin Tiantian was almost driven mad by these words. She felt that this was the time for her to be triumphant and glorious, but the old bastard said that the competition was not over yet.

She had already sheathed her sword and finished her work.

Besides, that move just now consumed so much energy, and she's in no condition to use it again. Wouldn't that mean she's going to lose?

She stared incredulously at Xu Zhenyang, the host, who remained calm and silent.

He then looked at Shen Qianjun and Qin Feng.

Shen Qianjun was also full of indignation and helplessness. Pei Ming was being a bit unreasonable, but what he said made sense.

The blame lies with Yin Tiantian for being too kind. Why did she hold back? If she had just beaten Zeng Yunpeng to a pulp, she wouldn't have had this problem. She's still too young.

Qin Feng's expression was somewhat cold.

Yin Tiantian knew the competition wasn't over yet, so she turned to look at Zeng Yunpeng.

At this moment, Zeng Yunpeng's face was contorted with rage, and he looked like a madman, completely different from the elegant gentleman he had been when he first came on stage.

He was so badly hurt by Yin Tiantian that he lost all sense of shame.

Zeng Yunpeng grinned maliciously at Yin Tiantian; "Did you hear that? Our competition isn't over yet. The real battle is about to begin."

"You despicable and shameless scoundrel, what a coward! Come on, I'm not afraid of you."

The spirit sword she had put away was once again in her hand, its cold light flashing as it hurtled towards Zeng Yunpeng.

Unfortunately, Yin Tiantian in her current state lacks the same imposing presence as before; instead, she exudes a sense of resentment and bitterness.

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