The stage was busy, and so was the audience below.
At that moment, Wenren Sheng heard the Yin-Yang Face Woman's voice from across the way. "You're human, not a Source Spirit. Give up this round, and I'll give you something good."
"What could you possibly offer me?" Wenren Sheng asked disdainfully.
"The most beautiful woman in the world."
"I'm not interested in women."
"The most beautiful man."
"I see. You're using noise to affect my hand speed."
Wenren Sheng paid her no heed.
He could automatically filter out such low-level nonsense.
Just then, Big Black Pot suffered a logical Critical Hit:
"Since you claim Traditional Medicine does not cause pollution, let me ask you this. If a patient uses Traditional Medicine and isn't cured, then, under the threat of a terminal illness, prays for an Evil God to descend in order to survive, making that Evil God stronger—wouldn't that be pollution?"
KO! Big Black Pot swayed on the verge of collapse, yet still stubbornly argued, "That's an isolated case, not the norm."
"Is that so? Look at all these people struggling on the brink of death in the hospital. Several million of them emerge every year. Unlike ordinary elderly people, who can calmly welcome death, they are still clear-minded and young. When death closes in, they will seize every possible lifeline!" The child unhesitatingly exposed his opponent's weakness.
The clock representing Big Black Pot began spinning backward at high speed.
Wenren Sheng desperately tried to slow it down, but he could not stop it.
Bang!
Big Black Pot cracked apart directly, sparing it the process of being thrown out the window.
The prophecy had come true.
The curse of "a draw is enough to advance" had struck again.
"The match is over. One win, one draw, and one loss. Do