A gentle-looking woman suddenly produced a stack of paper talismans and hurled them at Wenren Sheng.
After the talismans flew out, they traced a circle in the air, with a large seal-script character for "Seal" appearing in the middle.
Then they struck Wenren Sheng.
But the next moment, the woman's expression changed. Wenren Sheng's figure vanished, and the talismans missed.
Before she could react, her vision went black, and she collapsed.
"Red Wins!" Before losing consciousness, she heard two voices.
"Master, you're too mean!"
Cheating—what did that mean? One voice belonged to the match host, while the other seemed to be a little girl's.
Only then did Wenren Sheng open his eyes. Looking at the fallen woman, he shook his head.
He had not used much force. She had merely fainted.
He gestured for the host to carry her away, then walked out of the arena himself.
In his mind, Little Illusion was throwing a tantrum.
A phantom scene appeared before him: a little girl squatting in a corner, drawing circles.
"How was I mean? I've always kept my word. A promise is worth a thousand gold."
"If you close your eyes, how am I supposed to read your signals?"
"Yes, closing my eyes meant I didn't want you to act. I didn't lie to you."
"The adult world is too scary."
"It's good that you understand."
That said, to placate her, when Wenren Sheng saw that his opponent in the third match was a hot-tempered foreign man with a questionable background, he let Little Illusion take action.
Accidentally killing one person was manageable. If too many died, the Patrol Division would have trouble cleaning things up.
Just as Li Yuanfeng had said, the finals were merely a formality for Wenren Sheng.
Until he encountered his final opponent, he defeated