As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd radiating outwards from Number Seventeen was completely dumbfounded. They fell silent in an instant, as quiet as a vacuum. Even the people in the other dozen or so arenas noticed the strange scene.
Ao Qi swallowed hard, looking at her in astonishment and panic: "What... what are you saying? These components... you can recognize all the scattered wooden pieces here? You're kidding, aren't you? You're making this up?"
He kept arguing and disbelieving, but his face grew paler and paler, clearly indicating that he had a terrible premonition.
He looked at the supervisor as if seeking confirmation, only to see a shocked expression on the supervisor's face. His heart sank into an ice cave, feeling utterly cold.
...Is there even a question? The other person's expression said it all.
"As I just said, this is exactly what I'm good at, so no matter which one I choose, it won't be difficult for me."
Zheng Quchi was telling the truth, but when others heard it, not only Ao Qi couldn't bear it, but the other carpenters also had their worldviews rewritten and their perceptions reshaped. In all their years of work, they had never seen anyone with such frightening, no, terrifying strength as this young lady.
Ao Qi took a deep breath and suddenly flew into a rage, charging towards Zheng Quchi.
"Oh no, oh no, Ao Qi has lost control again! That young mistress is in danger!"
"Ao Qi, what are you trying to do? Stop!" the supervisor shouted sternly. Although he was also a little scared of Ao Qi, who was charging around like a wild bull, he still organized people to rush up and stop him.
Zheng Quchi frowned and took a step back. She did not show the same fear as the others. She had her own way of protecting herself. But before she could make a move, a figure had already stepped onto the stage and kicked the tall and strong Ao Qi out of the arena.
Oh!
No one dared to approach Ao Qi after he fell. He lay sprawled on the ground, his face deathly pale, his lips bluish-black, his face contorted in pain, unable to get up for a long time.
Zheng Quchi looked up and saw Liu Fengmian holding her younger sister and standing in front of her. His shoulder and waist proportions were excellent, his lines were smooth, and his exquisitely crafted and beautiful robes made his classical and elegant demeanor appear as warm as jade and as bright as gold, noble yet not lacking in the handsome temperament of a scholar.
"If you lose, you'll be kicked off the field, that's what you just said, right?"
He looked down at Ao Qi below the arena with a gentle smile on his lips.
"Brother Liu?"
Zheng Quchi looked at him in surprise.
Who would have thought that the seemingly gentle and refined Liu Fengmian possessed such a hidden skill? Appearances can be deceiving.
The supervisor was momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, but he quickly recovered and ordered someone to take Ao Qi away. Then he personally stepped forward and politely said to Zheng Quchi, "Madam, you have successfully completed your challenge and can now move up to the second floor."
"What?! She only played one game and she's already on the second floor?"
The crowd below erupted in cheers, and the sound spread like a tidal wave. Soon, everyone in the hall knew that there was a lady who had challenged the Seventeenth Arena and could advance to the second floor of the Golden Terrace in just one round.
While this may not be unprecedented, it is certainly a very rare occurrence.
However, Zheng Quchi, whom everyone considered the lucky one, flatly refused: "I'm not going to the second floor, I want to go straight to the third floor. Is there any other condition I need?"
The supervisor was taken aback: "Go up to the third floor, but I can't make that decision. Why don't you go up to the second floor first, Madam?"
"Haha, she wants to go up to the third floor. She probably doesn't know who's guarding the third floor, does she?"
"That's right. The third floor is full of big names from various guilds, renowned craftsmen and scholars. What is she? A woman who has mastered some skills, yet she thinks she can reach the top three floors in one step. It's just ridiculous."
"Just now I thought she might have some ability, but there are many capable people in this world. She is arrogant and conceited because she thinks she is superior, trying to compare herself with those who have contributed to the Ye Kingdom and have merits and fame. Who does she think she is?"
More and more people around her began to ridicule and mock her. They all thought that this young lady was greedy and had become arrogant after winning the first round. She was not satisfied with being promoted to the second floor after receiving the honor of the Golden Platform, and she wanted to go straight to the third floor.
How can the second floor and the third floor be the same? The difference is like a cliff!
It can be said that anyone with ability can go up to the second floor, but the third floor is reserved for those with prestige and those who have made significant contributions to the industry.
She, an unknown nobody, could even dream of the third floor?
As the noise downstairs grew louder, a man descended from the third-floor stairwell. His voice, booming like a bell, resounded throughout the area: "You are truly blind! This is none other than Zheng, the most outstanding craftswoman of the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild. She has restored the prestige of our Ye Kingdom's craftsmen, allowing them to stand before the people of the Seven Kingdoms once more. Her dragon-drawn carriage is renowned far and wide; who doesn't know it? If she is not qualified to come up to the third floor, then who is?"
These words were deafening, silencing the once bustling and noisy hall as if a chick had been choked, unable to utter a sound.
They all turned to look at Zheng Quchi at once, their eyes shifting from shock and bewilderment to fervent excitement, filled with burning reverence.
Although Zheng Gong's "A Qing" changed from a young man to a young lady, which surprised and puzzled them, since the world originally had very little description and understanding of her, most of it was imagination and speculation, and whether she was male or female was unclear to some people. They only imagined that a majestic figure existed.
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