On the field, Liu Yue strolled onto the stage with an air of leisure.

With a light glance, he swept his gaze across at Tong Yunkui opposite him, and 'thump!' The next second, the cultivator named Tong Yunkui's knees buckled, and he knelt down straight in the direction of Liu Yue.

Liu Yue's hand holding the Heaven-Asking Sword stiffened, and a look of surprise flashed across her cold face.

"I surrender! I surrender!" Tong Yunkui shouted. "I lost! I lost! Referee, announce my defeat now! Hurry up!"

host:"……"

The people in the seats: ...

How embarrassing!

"Never admit defeat," the host warned. A second after he finished speaking, Tong Yun-kui slapped himself and collapsed to the ground.

"Ouch! It hurts so much, I can't get up... I lost."

Seeing Tong Yunkui's clumsy performance, the host felt as if a thousand alpacas were rushing over his head...

This was the first time he had ever seen such a situation in all his years in office.

They had no choice but to announce that Tong Yunkui had lost.

The third round of the competition was a series of challenges. Liu Yue drew Tong Yun Kui first, and after winning, the order went to the second. The second cultivator was not as afraid of death as Tong Yun Kui.

But with just one move, he was sent flying! He clutched his head and punched himself.

He couldn't wait to admit defeat, shouting, "I...I lost! I can't move!"

The third method is to kneel down on both knees.

Then came the fourth, the fifth—

Liu Yue, standing still, had already 'defeated' most of the disciples without moving an inch. Bored, she yawned and simply took out a chair from her spatial storage, quietly watching their performance.

Unsurprisingly, an hour later, the host announced that Liu Yue had won! She had taken the first prize.

He became the fastest to win and also the most relaxed.

Just standing there, without even moving, is enough to strike fear into people's hearts.

The host presented Liuyue with a porcelain-colored brocade box, inside which was the Buddha Spirit Flower.