Junior Sister must ascend this time!

"The next match will be between Pei Shubai of Chengtian Sect and Chen Yi of Xuanming Sect."

The five of them had been eating so much that their cheeks were a little sore before it was Pei Shubai's turn.

Gu Changfeng sat down next to Si Mingche at some point, looking mournful. "Why wasn't I lucky enough to draw Pei Shubai? I wanted to play against him too..."

Si Mingche was so startled he almost jumped up. "How come you always appear and disappear without a trace?"

He pointed to the opposite side, "That's where your Xuanming Sect is located. Why aren't you cheering for your sect? What are you doing here?"

Gu Changfeng said matter-of-factly, "I have to cheer for Pei Shubai! If he loses, I won't have a chance to compete against him later."

Yun Qing tapped her fingers on her knee. "Don't worry, it's useless. My senior brother won't lose."

"Victory is guaranteed within three seconds!"

"three……"

Gu Changfeng: "I believe in Pei Shubai's strength, but Chen Yi is also in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, it's impossible for him to be defeated so quickly..."

"two……"

"Thump!"

Before he could even utter the word "array," Chen Yi was knocked off the stage.

Gu Changfeng: ...Fine, you win!

When Pei Shubai stepped down from the stage, several people rushed forward to greet him.

But Gu Changfeng was faster than them. He strode up to Pei Shubai and said, "You've gotten even stronger! I want to fight you in the next round!"

Pei Shubai glanced at him. "I won't fight."

Gu Changfeng: "Give me a chance~"

Cen Ning pushed him away, "Stop acting cute, it's disgusting."

"Make way, I'm going on stage."

Gu Changfeng: ... Harsh words hurt people!

Cen Ning and Jiang Mian's next two matches also went smoothly, and they won their matches in a short time.

The rogue cultivator who had placed a bet of thirty spirit stones walked up to the betting stall owner and whispered, "Didn't you say that the Chengtian Sect is getting worse with each generation?"

"How do you explain their winning streaks every game? I don't care, change your betting targets."

The stall owner sighed, "How can this person be so stingy? They were just lucky, they ran into some weak opponents. Don't forget they also have a junior sister, she drew a Zhenyue Sect member."

"With her small frame, how many moves do you think she can last against a tall and strong physical cultivator? If Cheng Tian Sect eliminates one of them, their advantage in the later team battles will be greatly reduced. Are you stupid?"

The rogue cultivator slapped his forehead. "That's right! You're such a kind person!"

As they were talking, Yun Qing also went up to the competition stage.

She was fighting Zhou Lei, the second disciple of Zhenyue Sect, who was in the late Golden Core stage and whose strength was second only to the eldest disciple Yue Heng.

Zhou Lei's appearance fits the stereotype of body cultivators: broad shoulders, thick body, and a burly physique, a full head taller than Yun Qing.

Yun Qing raised his hands in a respectful bow and said, "Yun Qing of Chengtian Sect, please enlighten me."

Zhou Lei's voice was deep and resonant, "Zhenyue Sect, Zhou Lei."

He sized Yun Qing up and down; a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, thin and small, he couldn't help but feel a little disdainful.

"I'm a rough guy, so if I accidentally hurt you, don't cry. Or, you can just admit defeat to avoid physical pain."

Yun Qing chuckled, "Then let me remind Senior Brother Zhou, don't cry and wail if you lose later."

"What a joke! You think you can beat me?"

As he spoke, Zhou Lei threw a punch. The fist made a dull sound as it passed by, and the force generated a gust of wind that even stirred the flags on the edge of the arena.

"Wow, that was a powerful punch. I could feel the power even sitting in the audience."

"Why isn't that little girl dodging? That punch would probably shatter her bones! What is she doing?"

"Wait, why did she put her sword away? Is she going to take the hit head-on?"

Yun Qing stood motionless on the stage, the wind from the punch ruffling her clothes. She raised her hand, fingers spread, and precisely met the approaching fist.

The moment her palm touched the fist, she pulled back slightly by half an inch, dissipating the most concentrated force at the tip of the fist, and then firmly grasped Zhou Lei's fist.

The audience was stunned. "Holy crap! She actually caught that punch with her bare hands?"

"Ouch? That looks painful. How can she be so expressionless? Isn't she a sword cultivator? How come her physical skills are so strong?"

Zhou Lei was also filled with disbelief. "How could this be? This is impossible!"

"There are many things you think are impossible."

Yun Qing's lips curled into a smile, and she began to exert force with her hand. The sound of bones cracking rang out in the arena. "Life advice: Never underestimate anyone."

"Aaaaaah!!"

Zhou Lei's screams rang out, but Yun Qing did not stop, punching Zhou Lei again and again, forcing him to retreat until he reached the edge of the arena.

"I can't lose!"

Zhou Lei stopped abruptly as he retreated to the edge of the ring. He lowered his body slightly, using his full weight to suppress the momentum of his retreat. Then he raised his hand, and a broadsword appeared in his hand.

He gripped his broadsword tightly and slashed at Yun Qing.

Yun Qing dodged to the side, the blade grazing her shoulder. She then drew her Wusheng Sword and clashed head-on with Zhou Lei.

Zhou Lei's attacks were swift and urgent, each strike aimed directly at Yun Qing's face.

However, Yun Qing was quick and agile, and every time Zhou Lei's blade fell, she was able to dodge it quickly, hovering around him like an eel without suffering any harm.

On the contrary, Zhou Lei had many sword wounds on his body, first on his left arm, then on his knee, thigh, and back. Each wound was not deep, but they were enough to break his mentality and focus.

"Aaaaaah!! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Zhou Lei channeled all his spiritual power into the greatsword, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, and slashed straight at Yun Qing with a heavy current of energy. This time, he was determined to injure her no matter what.

This time, however, Yun Qing didn't dodge. Instead, she stood still, smiled slightly, and said, "Freeze!"

At this moment, the array patterns on the dueling platform lit up, forming a binding circle under Zhou Lei's feet, tightly binding him. At this time, the blade was less than three inches away from Yun Qing, but it could not advance any further.

Zhou Lei was completely immobilized. "A trapping formation? When did you set this up?"

Yun Qing dusted off her hands, speaking calmly, "When we're hiding."

What kind of monster is this? Not only is his physical skill so strong, but his swordsmanship is also superb, and he can even set up formations while dodging attacks?

Sword cultivator? Body cultivator? Or formation master?

Zhou Lei, his strength completely gone, lowered his head and said, "I lost. Kick me off the stage."

"Don't be in such a hurry," Yun Qing said with a mischievous grin. "You haven't even had a proper time playing with me yet, why are you already leaving the stage?"

If Zhou Lei weren't unable to move, he would have already hugged himself tightly. "What...what are you going to do?"

So, to everyone's surprise, Yun Qing began to tickle Zhou Lei.

"Hahahaha, stop...stop tickling me..."

"Please... hahahaha... please..."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong... Grandma, no, Ancestor, please, stop scratching me... Let me die a quick death... Hahahaha..."

"Alright then."

Yun Qing got tired of playing and kicked Zhou Lei off the stage.

"Chengtian Sect, Yun Qingsheng!"