"Gu Ming has lost his fighting power, the winner is Mu Yu!" the host announced coldly.
"I don't accept it! I don't accept it! He attacked me sneakily, how can I be considered a loser?"
Gu Ming lay on the ground and roared unwillingly.
"It's invalid if you don't accept it. I just announced the start of the competition, so Mu Yu's attack is not a sneak attack. If you dare to mess around again, be careful, I will permanently disqualify you from participating in the Tianjiao Martial Arts Competition."
"Come here, carry this man down for me."
The host enforced the law impartially and showed no mercy to Gu Ming.
This battle was like a farce, making people laugh and cry.
"How could this kid be so despicable, blatantly disregarding morality and sneaking up on Brother Gu Ming?"
Gu Caiyi was so angry that she felt very sorry for Gu Ming, "My brother Gu Ming is pitiful. He is obviously much stronger than this kid, but he was defeated by his despicable means."
The hatred for Mu Yu in her heart increased again.
"Gu Ming is too arrogant and arrogant. Today's failure is doomed. I hope he can learn a lesson and be more down-to-earth in the future."
Xun'er commented lightly: "And even without a sneak attack, Brother Mu Yu can definitely defeat Gu Ming."
"impossible!"
Gu Caiyi was so angry that he lost his mind. No longer caring about the difference in status between the two, he said dissatisfied with Xun'er: "You are just a student from the Lower Spirit Academy. How can you defeat the genius of our ancient tribe? Princess, how can you help an outsider speak?"
"Brother Mu Yu is not an outsider in my mind."
Xun'er's face was very cold. She decided in her heart that after returning to the ancient clan this time, she would let Gu Caiyi return to her own branch.
A person who hates Brother Mu Yu for no reason is simply annoying to stay around.
She said coldly: "The sword in Gu Ming's hand was an eighth-grade spiritual sword, but it was broken by Brother Mu Yu's sword. From this, we can see how powerful Brother Mu Yu's cultivation is?"
"If it were Gu Ming, let alone the eighth-grade spiritual sword, even the seventh-grade spiritual sword would not be able to break it with one sword."
"So, Brother Mu Yu's cultivation is far better than Gu Ming. Even without a sneak attack, the winner can be determined within three moves."
Xun'er's words were like sharp needles piercing Gu Caiyi's heart.
"No! This is impossible!"
Gu Caiyi felt a little broken in her heart. She was not a fool. Xun'er's words were not false at all, they were all facts.
The invincible brother Gu Ming in her mind was actually no match for a bumpkin from a lower plane.
This made her unable to accept it for a while.
Next, Xu Xuan'er came on stage.
Her opponent is a girl wearing a blue dress.
Duanmu Qingling.
The proud daughter of the Duanmu tribe, at only seventeen years old, she has already ranked among the top ten of the younger generation of the Duanmu tribe.
Her appearance is even more outstanding, and she is known as the most beautiful woman of the Duanmu tribe for hundreds of years.
There were even rumors that a young palace master from Chaotian Palace had fallen in love with her and wanted to make her his wife.
Although Xu Xuan'er is also a rare beauty.
However, in front of Duanmu Qingling, he was also somewhat overshadowed.
Xu Xuan'er looked at the impeccably beautiful girl in front of her and felt a trace of envy in her heart.
She pursed her lips and said, "My sister is so pretty, and it makes my sister look filthy."
Duanmu Qingling smiled lightly and said in a voice as moving as an elf, "Thank you for the compliment, sister. The elegant and gentle temperament of my sister also makes Qingling envious."