The parties watching the final competition from all over felt their lips twitch. This Grandmaster Ning loved recording others to the point of obsession. As for Jing Guanjin, he was simply a completely useless piece of trash. Even though he knew that his opponent liked to play cards that defied all common sense, he still delivered himself up for ridicule.

This was a struggle that involved the qualifications to challenge one of the Purple Cards. Thus, all ten Purple Cards had arrived to observe this match. They were situated in a hall within the royal palace, watching through an array formation that was synced with the square.

Old Sea’s complexion was pale and wan; it was hard for him to cover up his weariness. He looked at the projection and saw Qin Yu walking up the altar. A light smile lit up his face. “For some people, what does it matter if they use all the tricks up their sleeve? In the end they’ll be humiliated.”

Although his voice wasn’t too loud, it was just loud enough that everyone in the hall could clearly hear him.

Wu Zetian’s complexion sank, his eyes dark and sharp. “What is the meaning of playing some small tricks to win an argument? If you really want to compete, what matters is your own strength!”

Old Sea had a faint expression. “This is only a small humiliation; what follows will be a great humiliation. So, that’s why...