"Elders, do we continue drawing lots?" Yue Jianqing asked. Everyone could see that none of the disciples below the stage dared to fight Ling Chuxi. Even if they drew lots, they would still forfeit and admit defeat, so there was no need to raise another round.
"Forget it." Elder Tong stood up and said loudly,"if there's no meaning to this, then let's end this competition."
"No objections, no objections!" All the disciples said in unison.
The few disciples who were still participating in the competition heaved a long sigh of relief. If they were chosen, they would lose face no matter which one they chose. It would be best if it ended like this, and they wouldn't have to lose face.
"Well, I announce ..." Elder Tong didn't find the disciples 'reactions strange and continued.
"Wait, I'll challenge Ling Chuxi." Just as elder Tong was about to announce the end of the competition, a young voice suddenly rang out.
