I wonder if the seventh-level warrior cursed his mother crazily in his heart at the last second when he fainted...
It’s so irritating!!
When two warriors fight, if one of them loses his fighting power, it means the game is over.
Bei Chenming took back his hand, stood up slowly, and looked towards the tower.
On the tower, Yi Shuiyue's maid's expression was hard to describe.
Venerable Qiulan was also dumbfounded and shook his head: "This generation of warriors from the Four Kingdoms is really..."
He couldn't find a suitable adjective for a moment, so he could only shake his head and sigh helplessly.
The maid looked at Yi Shuiyue and saw that she didn't stop her, so she had to stand up and declare Bei Chenming the winner.
"Is this okay? It's too cunning." Someone in the crowd whispered.
"He didn't fight well at all..."
"I won by playing dirty tricks, but I was able to advance."
Some people were dissatisfied with this result, while others held different opinions and retorted: "Why can't they advance? They already won."
"If you win with such insidious means, can you still call it a win?"
"The rules of the game don't say you can't use strategies. He's smart and knows how to use his head to win, so why can't he win? His opponent is obviously too good and his skills are inferior, but he still refuses to admit defeat."
"If you were to meet such an annoying opponent, would you be willing to admit defeat?"
"I'm definitely not as stupid as him. It's not that easy to deceive me."
"Haha, who can't tell lies?"
"What I said is true!"
Others on the side couldn't stand listening anymore and said angrily: "Stop arguing, the results of the game are out anyway, what's the point of arguing about this?"
Only then did both sides cease fighting.
Bei Chenming didn't care what others said about him, as long as he won, Shi Shiran left the competition field.
"Next group!" the maid's cold voice sounded.
Tantai Yao suddenly became nervous, "Sister Yun, it's your turn."
"Don't worry." Yun Luo smiled reassuringly and was about to enter.
Suddenly, Yi Shuiyue's voice suddenly sounded: "The winning warrior of the ninety-eighth group just now, what is your name?"
Yun Luo made a move.
The warriors below the city tower were also very surprised.
After so many games, this is the first time Yi Shuiyue asked the name of the winning warrior.
For a time, countless eyes turned towards Bei Chenming, including some with envy, jealousy, and scrutiny.
I don’t know how many people are thinking: Who is this person?
Why did he get asked by the sect fairy? Is it because he was too despicable and attracted the fairy's attention?
Isn’t there a saying that if a man is not bad, a woman will not love her...
Could it be that the same is true for the aloof Young Palace Master of Xianle Palace?
Bei Chenming stopped, turned around when he heard the words, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Me?"
Yi Shuiyue looked at him condescendingly, suspicion flashing in her eyes.
When Bei Chenming competed, he deliberately did not take too many shots and did not even expose his spiritual attributes.
However, the game process was changing rapidly. He blindly dodged attacks and the ghost-like movement skills he used in the end were invisible to ordinary people, but they looked familiar to Yi Shuiyue.
She seems to have seen that kind of movement somewhere...
Bei Chenming met Yi Shuiyue's gaze from a distance and seemed not to notice it at all. He said with a smile: "I am just a commoner and a nobody. I cannot afford Fairy Shuiyue's inquiries."