It's clear that Feng Gong lost.

"Grandpa Wu is amazing!"

"Wu Changquan, rise up!"

Xiaoxi, Xu Fu, and Cheng Sheng jumped up and deliberately shouted in an exaggerated way!

The students in the audience cheered, "Grandpa Master is awesome!"

The vibrations made the roof tiles on the surrounding houses rattle.

Feng Gong was surprised to lose the first battle. "I'm not convinced! He cheated!"

Wu Changquan snorted with a cold laugh.

"I only took out a rain-avoidance talisman. If you're so capable, why don't you take out a talisman too?"

Feng Gong's forte was fortune telling and feng shui, so why would he use talismans?

Wu Changquan's eyes swept over a certain indescribable part of Feng Gong's body.

"I'm better at fortune telling than you. Speaking of which, after you sat on the brazier when you were three years old..."

"Stop, stop, stop! You win."

Below the stands, the four members of the metaphysics group jumped up: "We're not convinced! We're not convinced!"

Xiaoxi immediately took out a pig-shaped megaphone and shouted, drowning out their voices.

"Colleagues in the metaphysics organization, do you even understand metaphysics? Isn't using a talisman metaphysics?"

Feng Gong stepped down from the martial arts stage and sat on the bench, still not thinking about it.

"Director Wu, when did you take out the talisman?"

Wu Changquan answered loudly, "Fine, today I'll make you admit defeat!"

"When it comes to what you call trivial skills, I picked some pine needles and used them as a rain-repelling charm."

Everyone's gaze swept over and saw a clump of paper ash under the Arhat pine tree next to the martial arts stage.

They're all into metaphysics, don't they understand? That's a sign that the talisman has taken effect after being used.

The metaphysics group's faces immediately turned ashen.

A mysterious middle-aged woman suddenly appeared, carrying a large package, and jumped onto the martial arts stage.

"I, Qian Guihua, will challenge you to a contest of spells!"

She took out a large bundle of straw from the big package and skillfully made a scarecrow, about the size of a real person.

Qian Guihua then took out a talisman from the package and stuck it on the scarecrow's chest.

Then she asked to have a chair brought up on stage, and began muttering incantations. With a "thud," she fell straight down on the chair, swinging her legs as if walking.

Wu Changquan looked at the talisman on the scarecrow's chest. It was the kind of yellow paper that could be bought for two yuan for five kilograms. The talisman was drawn reasonably well, but there was also chicken blood and dog blood on it.

He shook his head: This method of drawing talismans is not good. Why go through so many formalities every time you draw a talisman?

Wu Changquan waited for Qian Guihua to make her move, but almost five minutes had passed and there was no unusual activity on the martial arts stage.

The audience was really looking forward to it, but why is there no commotion?

"Hey, Qian Guihua, is this your competition?"

Wu Changquan also became impatient.

Qian Guihua, who was muttering to herself, opened one eye to take a look, then intensified her chanting and began swinging her legs even more vigorously.

It turns out that Qian Cuihua is a medium who can perform underworld rituals and has some abilities. However, it's the middle of the morning, the sun has come out after the rain, and the yang energy is so strong that it's really difficult for her to do anything underworldly.

Xiao Xi, Xu Fu, and Cheng Sheng in the audience were all eating sunflower seeds and chatting about other things.

The trainees started moving around, some going to the toilet, others going to get water.

Wu Changquan didn't want to wait for Qian Guihua any longer, so he walked to a corner of the stage and organized the competition supplies he had brought on stage.

Suddenly, the scarecrow on the ground stood up!

Everyone exclaimed "Oh?", stopped what they were doing, and stared expectantly without blinking.

The scarecrow was very proud of itself. It circled the field, striking a pose with its legs spread and hands clasped, even though it didn't actually have fists.

Having created quite a spectacle with the scarecrow, he then swaggered towards Wu Changquan.

Before the scarecrow could even get close, Wu Changquan took out a fire talisman from the table and waved it around.

The scarecrow knew its stuff; as soon as it saw that it was a fire talisman, it took off running.