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"Fuck, what the hell is going on?"
"Didn't Qin Jian lose?"
"Not at all, Qin Jian was feigning death all along, actually waiting for this moment to pick the ripe peaches!" Many in the audience were stunned.
"Despicable!" Su Yueli said with a look of extreme disgust in her eyes.
The whole audience couldn't stand to watch anymore, and they cursed loudly, "Qin Jian, you have no shame!"
"How can you be such a sneaky bastard?"
"That's dirty!"
Qin Jian, holding a bloodstained sword, sneered, "The last one standing is the winner!"
Below the stage, Qin King clapped excitedly, shouting, "Good, my son did beautifully!"
A few kings by blood looked displeased.
Though Qin Jian won, his behavior was too shameful!
It can't be put on a pedestal!
"Dragon Mountain, aren't you going to announce my victory?" Qin Jian urged.
Dragon Mountain was momentarily stunned, then nodded and said, "I declare the winner of this royal son-in-law selection tournament, Qin..."
