Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian's sword stopped one centimeter from Lu Yan's brow. With just a slight push, Lu Yan's head would be blown off.

Their eyes met, and Lu Yan's eyes held resentment, but even more so, smugness.

"Haha, Zheng Qian, I admit defeat." Lu Yan laughed with his mouth wide open.

I can't beat you, but the rule is that if you admit defeat, you can't attack, so you can't kill me either.

puff……

Zheng Qian spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with saliva and phlegm, which sprayed all over Lu Yan's face and even into his mouth.

"You, ugh..."

Lu Yan wanted to curse, but he couldn't help feeling nauseous and vomited up his dinner from the night before.

Just now, Zheng Qian spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm from the blood he had just coughed up, which then spit it into his mouth.

This isn't Zheng Qian's fault; he actually suffered severe internal injuries during the battle just now.

In particular, the attack that shattered Lu Yan's cloak's defense, combined with the backlash of the spiritual energy from the eight masters, caused his internal organs to shift and resulted in severe internal injuries.

"Actually, even if you don't admit defeat, I'm too weak to fight anymore."

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, ignoring Lu Yan who was vomiting in defeat, he picked up his sword and looked at the eight masters, walking towards them step by step.

The eight masters were not willing to give up; they wanted to try again.

Zheng Qian said that he no longer had the ability to fight.

"die."

The spear in Wen Zhengsheng's hand was like a dragon, and the tip of the spear gathered a spiral hurricane that cut through the space and pierced Zheng Qian's heart.

"Explosive Slash." Zheng Qian swung his sword.

bang...

With a single sword strike, Wen Zhengsheng was cleaved in two.

An undisguised killing intent erupted from Zheng Qian.

The eight masters became seven, and Wen Zhengsheng's blood splattered on their bodies and faces, leaving them cold.

An overwhelming fear rose in their hearts, terrified that Zheng Qian would annihilate them in the next second, spilling blood on the arena.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

"I give up, Zheng Qian, don't kill me, I give up."

"First place is yours, we concede."

The seven masters rushed to admit defeat, fearing that they would be killed by Zheng Qian.

You killed Wen Zhengsheng with a single sword strike, yet you say you have no fighting power left.

That's so fake, you're being so insincere.

Mo Li picked up the funnel; one-fifth of it was still empty. Zheng Qian won the battle in just four minutes.

The hurricane that caused the arena's formation to shatter stopped, and the audience finally recovered, only to hear Lu Yan and the seven masters admit defeat.

Lu Yan lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, vomiting bile.

"Damn, I was blown away and didn't see the battle. How did it end?"

"He won, Zheng Qian won."

"How is that possible? He was facing twenty-two experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm. How could he possibly win?"

"One sword kills one person, who would dare to fight? Everyone admits defeat and dares not fight anymore."

"With perfect scores in all three civil service exams and a solo victory against twenty-two strong opponents in the martial arts exam, Zheng Qian has taken off in fifty countries."

Mo Li ran towards Zheng Qian, her eyes red, trying hard to hold back her tears.

She carefully wiped the blood from Zheng Qian's mouth, and tears of heartache could no longer be held back, sliding down her beautiful cheeks.

"Silly girl, you're hurt. Does it hurt?"

Zheng Qian grinned: "Teacher, are you here in five minutes?"

"You're so strong, you don't need five minutes, you can finish the fight in two or three minutes."

Fan Tiexue and his group walked over, and Dong Hao and Li Sheng's subordinates, being very sensible, took the initiative to admit defeat.

On the field now are Zheng Qian, Mo Li, Fan Tiexue, Feng Wuhen, Li Mubai, Dong Hao, Li Sheng, and Lu Cilin, who is healing with his eyes closed.

Li Mubai: "Haha, I want eighth place, I concede."

Feng Wuhen: "Fine, then I'll take seventh place. I concede."

Li Sheng: "I can't beat Dong Hao, I'll get sixth place, I concede defeat."

Dong Hao: "Hehe, Li Sheng got sixth place, so I'll take fifth place. I admit defeat."

The competition for first place in the martial arts tournament has always been a battle to the last person, but this year a funny scene unfolded as everyone voluntarily conceded defeat.

Fan Tiexue: "I came in fourth place, I concede defeat."

Mo Li glanced at Lu Cilin, who was sitting cross-legged healing his injuries. In terms of status, position, and combat strength, she had to take a backseat to Lu Cilin.

"Okay, then I'll take third place. I concede."

Zheng Qian was a little unhappy: "Teacher, you got second place."

Mo Li's eyes widened in amazement: "Teacher, you're very satisfied with third place."

Fan Tiexue gripped his spear tightly; if he could beat Zheng Qian, he would definitely beat him up.

Are you planning to accept both my sister and Teacher Mo Li?

Lu Cilin was as steady as a rock. He was already in the top two, yet he was still pretending to heal his injuries with his eyes tightly closed.

Zheng Qian walked over and said, "Second Prince, are you feeling better? Now it's just the two of us, so we can have a fair competition to see who can win first place."

Lu Cilin slowly opened his eyes and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"You were so focused on healing that you entered a state of complete absorption. You truly deserve to be called a prodigy of the Nine Heavens Tribulation; you didn't even lay a hand on me."

With difficulty, Lu Cilin stood up and gave Zheng Qian a look of affirmation, with a hint of gratitude deep in his eyes.

"If I weren't injured, I would definitely have a great, sweat-drenched battle with you. Unfortunately, I am seriously injured and can no longer fight."

After saying that, Lu Cilin shouted to Hu Can, "Commander Hu, I concede defeat. Zheng Qian is the undisputed number one in this Heroes' Gathering."

Hu Can's lips twitched. Lu Cilin really knew how to play games, shamelessly taking second place.

"The martial arts competition has ended, and Zheng Qian came in first place."

When Hu Can announced this, the 50,000 audience members were filled with joy, sorrow, and even loud pain.

"Waaah, all my assets were bet on Lu Yan to get first place, but he didn't even make the top ten."

"Haha, sorry, I bet on Zheng Qian to get first place."

"Awesome! Zheng Qian took on twenty-two Dragon Transformation Realm experts by himself and actually won. He truly deserves to be called a prodigy who has undergone the Ninefold Tribulation."

"Zheng Qian's mandate will surely spread throughout fifty countries and be remembered for generations to come."

"Fifty countries? Pay up, and his name will be known in fifty countries."

Fan Tielan jumped up and danced with her hands and feet.

"Yes, Zheng Qian is number one! Zheng Qian is number one!"

The ranking of the written examination at the Gathering of Heroes was the reward, because the participants were students from various countries. Based on the ranking, each country would grant them corresponding official positions.

Unlike martial arts competitions, each country not only grants official positions to ranked champions but also rewards them with corresponding monetary prizes.

Those who participate in the martial arts test are not necessarily all elites; there are also various lone heroes.

According to custom and competition rules, after the martial arts competition, the King of Guangxiang Kingdom will present a plaque and awards.

First place: A plaque recognizing first place in the martial arts competition, and one hundred low-grade spirit crystals.

Second place: One plaque for second place in the martial arts test, and fifty low-grade spirit crystals.

Third place: One plaque for third place in the martial arts test, and forty low-grade spirit crystals.

The number of spirit crystals decreases with each subsequent ranking, with the final reward being gold.

Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief; he had completed the task that Dean Yun had given him.

Lu Cilin's second-place finish was essentially a favor from Zheng Qian, and the clever boy naturally knew what to do next.

"Your Majesty, according to the competition rules, shouldn't the rewards for the Heroes' Gathering be distributed now?"

Zheng Qian was truly capable of killing Lu Yan. Lu Cilin had long seen through this, and he even had a plan in mind to find an opportunity for Zheng Qian to kill Lu Yan.

The thought of killing his elder brother for the throne excites Lu Cilin.

With Lu Yan dead, he becomes the sole heir to the throne.

Lu Yan's face was still covered in blood, and he couldn't vomit anymore. He stared at Lu Cilin for half a minute, and he knew exactly what Lu Cilin was thinking.

If he refuses to award the prize today because of his serious injury, Lu Cilin will jump up and seize the right to award the prize in the name of the rules. After figuring out the key point, Lu Yan suppressed his anger and laughed.

"Congratulations to my brother for winning second place. The Heroes' Gathering is held once every fifty years, so of course it must be conducted strictly according to the rules."

Lu Yan emphasized the word "bravely seize" at a great volume.

You shameless bastard, you actually pretended to be healing your wounds and managed to get second place.

Bah, shameless.

While the group was talking, the Qilin Army soldiers began cleaning the arena and brought water for everyone to wash their faces and hands.

Lu Yan washed the blood off his face, but he felt worse than if he had eaten a dead rat.

He not only got sprayed with blood, but also swallowed a mouthful of phlegm.

Ugh... Lu Yan couldn't help but vomit as soon as he thought about it.

The top 64 and top 200 have already been ranked. The spots for those who died are vacant, and the prizes will be distributed to their families or organizations by the referee team.

Of the top 200, only 157 took to the field, 43 died, and 121 of the 157 were bandaged and injured.

The intensity of the martial arts tournament is evident in the arena matches; each match is a life-or-death struggle.

Lu Yan is now ruling in place of Lu Chu, so he will be in charge of the entire award ceremony.

Lu Yan, who only came in twelfth place, was not only seriously injured, but also had to organize the award ceremony with a smile throughout the event.

This prince is truly suffering.