Ling Li's Trump Card!
Lu Qianqian lost.
Because she landed faster than Ling Li.
According to the main tournament rules, when it could not be determined whether contestants still had the ability to fight, whoever left the Sparring Platform first could only be judged the loser.
Actually, given the situation at the time, everyone could see that Ling Li had lost. He had even been beaten beyond human shape. But rules were rules, after all.
The audience exploded.
She could clearly have won, so why did she surrender?
The Eternal Sect Disciple's move was completely incomprehensible!
Or was it that...
She wanted to leave him for the other disciples?
Fine.
One person hadn't had enough fun beating him up, so she wanted to switch to fellow disciples and keep going.
But this was the main galactic tournament! Never mind that entering the losers' bracket still gave one hope of advancing—wouldn't securing a top-ten spot and becoming a seeded contestant be wonderful?
"Look!"
"She even angered her own sect master into vomiting blood!"
"This is simply child's play!"
Everyone found Lu Qianqian's deliberate surrender utterly incomprehensible and even felt it was completely unnecessary.
"Sect Master Jun..."
Gu Tianxing turned his head and said, "Isn't this too absurd?"
"..."
Jun Changxiao remained silent.
At that moment, Sun Bukong was treating him, inserting a needle and giving him a blood transfusion.
Gousheng had figured it out. His disciples had not entered the main galactic tournament to win the championship—they had come to put on a performance for him!
Of course.
Jun Changxiao understood Su Xiaomo and Lu Qianqian's intentions. They could not accept Li Shangtian being brutally beaten, so they planned to have their fellow disciples beat Ling Li up one after another. But... ah, forget it. If they wanted to play, then