Chapter 16
In the final item of Chapter 16, we took first place!
On the high platform, the imposing swordsman solemnly declared:
"The third item is the test of willpower."
After he finished speaking, the gloom in the eyes of many contestants gradually faded, and hope was rekindled in their hearts.
The elites, especially those ranked between 20 and 40, were particularly excited, as if they had grasped at the last straw.
In terms of martial arts willpower, who is weaker than whom?
Neither of them would give in!
Talent is a gift from God, but willpower depends entirely on oneself.
The leader of the Heavenly Mystic Guards, dressed in an orange flying fish robe, gave the order:
"Holding the ritual implements!"
Immediately afterwards, a knife-wielder appeared, carrying a tray with a snow-white bell on it. The bell's surface was crystal clear and subtly gleamed.
The orange-clad flying fish uniform explains the competition rules:
"Participate together and be tested by the sound of bells. The longest you can last is the result. If you can't last, cover your ears or block the acupoints in your ears."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thirty-two knife-wielders lined up in all directions, took out all kinds of talismans, and formed a circle on the high platform, placing bell-shaped magical artifacts directly in front of them.
Seeing the contestants scrambling for the last spot, the man in the orange flying fish suit coldly remarked:
"It doesn't matter which position you're in!"
After he finished speaking, no one stepped forward.
Prince Zhao Yao of the Qilin took the lead and stood in the position closest to the bell.
Gu Lin and Zhu Yuting also stepped forward and sat cross-legged on either side.
Upon seeing this, many of the academy's prodigies sat down to meditate, focusing their energy in their dantian and discarding all unnecessary thoughts.
A moment later, the eighty contestants were seated.
"clang--"
"clang--"
"Clang clang clang—"
As the clear and melodious sound of bells rang out, the contestants' vision turned blood red, and their minds entered a terrifying and bloody purgatory world.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bridges of white bones—everyone was greeted by a chilling horde of skeletons.
"kill!"
The skeleton's voice was hoarse, its killing intent deafening. It charged forward instantly, tearing at every piece of flesh of the intruder.
"Spare me!" one of the contestants screamed hysterically, his face contorted in pain.
He suddenly covered his ears, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He was jolted awake by the terrifying vision.
He looked around; the other seventy-nine contestants were still undergoing trials.
The contestant was drenched in sweat, his expression revealing his shame.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen contestants experienced blockages in their ear acupoints and awoke from the strange phenomenon.
It looks so realistic!
Whether it was the overwhelming terrifying killing intent, the pain of being torn apart by skeletons, or the pervasive stench of blood, it all felt so real that they felt a chill run down their spines even after waking up.
In Gu Lin's world...
He walked steadily, step by step, onto the Bridge of Bones.
There were already more than a dozen skeletons lying in front of him.
His face showed no fear whatsoever, only excitement for killing.
As for its impact on mental state?
joke!
I am skilled in both Confucianism and martial arts!
The righteous spirit of Confucianism and Taoism can enhance focus!
Even if he hadn't established the Wen Palace, he wouldn't be afraid.
Because he believed he would become stronger the more he killed!
Those hideous and terrifying skeletons were all heinous villains in his eyes. He became more and more excited as he killed, until he was covered in blood and countless skeletons emerged from the sea of blood.
boom!
Gu Lin simply leaped off the Bone Bridge and headed straight for the Blood Sea Skeletons, finding it much more satisfying to kill them that way.
In reality, after half an incense stick's time, seventy contestants had woken up one after another, their limbs stiff, and whenever they closed their eyes, that hellish scene would reappear.
And the last ten even included Gu Lin!
Whether it's the quality of his internal energy, his reaction and judgment, or even his willpower in cultivation, this bookworm from the Wilderness Academy is among the top ten in the academy in every aspect!
Aside from cultivation level.
When Wei Yuan, Wei Xuan, Lin Yan'er, Yan Zhengzhao, and Li Jiuzhi woke up one after another.
Within the area affected by the magical artifact, only five people remained!
Li Qingwu and Yan Shouxu blocked the ear acupoints almost simultaneously, with her being slightly faster by half a breath.
Li Qingwu looked around and saw that Gu Lin was still standing there unmoved. She was so jealous and angry that she wanted to laugh.
Is Gu's willpower stronger than hers?
It's the most absurd joke in the world!
He cultivated himself by any means necessary in order to become a ghostwriter, and nothing external could affect his ambition and will!
What gives Gu the right?
What kind of will to cultivate oneself could a spineless man who would fawn over her and squander his fortune in pursuit of her?
As more and more onlookers poured into the academy, Zhu Yuting slowly awoke, his distorted face returning to calm.
He looked in the direction of the Kirin Prince, then glanced at him, his usually composed gaze turning extremely shocked.
How is that possible?!
Time passed slowly, and the entire academy became deathly silent.
The two are still persisting.
After another half incense stick's time, Zhao Yao's ear acupoints were blocked. He did not open his eyes, wanting to once again enjoy the praise and admiration from the audience.
He knew he was still number one.
But the deathly silence, like passing through a cemetery, the chilling stillness, made Zhao Yao frown.
He opened his eyes and saw the shocked expressions on the faces of all the ghostwriters.
Zhao Yao's eyes held a hint of pride, but in an instant, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"We've lost!"
"The Prince of Qilin has actually been defeated..."
Countless onlookers whispered among themselves; the impact of this scene was beyond compare.
The academy's leadership stood frozen in shock, utterly dumbfounded. They never imagined that Zhao Qilin would taste defeat!
This guy is number one in every subject. Whether it's learning martial arts, gaining experience outside, or taking internal exams at the academy, Zhao Yao's name has been number one for three whole years.
In the first two assessments, Zhu Yuting was undeniably outstanding; even the dean's eldest grandson paled in comparison.
But so what?
Zhu Yuting and Zhao Qilin are worlds apart!
Zhao Qilin is still able to maintain a significant lead.
But the last test.
He was utterly defeated!
In front of the entire county, his willpower in cultivation was actually inferior to Gu Lin's.
Magistrate Lu, beaming with pride, looked at Assistant Magistrate Zhao beside him and said with a smile:
"The Prince Qilin has actually been overshadowed by someone else!"
He deliberately raised his voice, which sounded light and cheerful.
The Zhao family is powerful, and with the emergence of Zhao Can and the growing prowess of Zhao Yao, County Magistrate Zhao has become disrespectful and has extended his reach even to the top leader.
Now that I've finally found the opportunity, I can really disgust the second-in-command. Isn't that great?
County Magistrate Zhao's expression was as stiff as iron, and his eyes grew increasingly cold.
Although this defeat will not affect the results of the selection competition.
But a defeat is a defeat, and it may affect Yao'er's Dao heart.
If Can'er, who is in the Martial Peak Hall, knew this, she would be extremely disappointed. She had already lost face by not even conquering Shiyang Academy!
Gu Lin, right? What kind of evil technique did you use?
Among the onlookers, the chief bodyguard of Tongxing Escort Agency quickly left and returned to the agency. He was determined to inform Changchuan so that Changchuan could witness his son's moment of glory.
Another incense stick's time passed, and Zhao Yao's expression grew increasingly grim. He couldn't help but look towards the four major offices of the "Sword-Holding Men".
"My lords, is this magical artifact ineffective against Gu Lin? Please examine it."
The voice just fell.
"Insolence!" The leader of the Heavenly Guards, wielding swords, strode forward, asking each word with deliberation:
"Are you questioning the fairness of the selection process set by the Divine Dynasty? Or do you not trust the magical artifacts of the Heavenly Profound Guard?"
Upon hearing this, Magistrate Zhao was enraged and roared at Zhao Yao:
"Shut up! Apologize to all the esteemed officials immediately!!"
Zhao Yao regained his senses, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying:
"I have spoken rudely; please forgive me, sir."
At this moment, the swordsman under the command of Prince Wuji strode over and said in a deep voice:
"This magical artifact is the masterpiece of a grandmaster of array formations from the Heavenly Profound Guard. How dare you question it? Considering you are a participant, I will spare you this time. But if you were in Chuzhou and dared to question a grandmaster of magic from the Heavenly Profound Guard, you would be imprisoned in the Heavenly Profound Prison and suffer torment for the rest of your life!"
Zhao Yao bowed again in apology, his posture extremely humble.
The Heavenly Mystery Guards, clad in orange flying fish robes, finally gave up.
Although he was just a ghostwriter.
Meanwhile, Lord Zhao Can was in the Martial Peak Hall.
However, since I am representing the entire Divine Dynasty on this trip, not to mention Lord Zhao, even those with greater power and status than Lord Zhao would not be able to interfere or retaliate afterward.
Inside and outside the square, countless onlookers witnessed the Prince of Qilin losing his composure.
So even the spirited and charismatic Zhao Qilin can't accept defeat and can reveal such an ugly side?
It's only natural that you won.
Just because you lost, you're going to question the sacred artifacts?
No one is perfect.
At this moment, Gu Lin slowly woke up.
It's not that I'm too exhausted to keep going.
Instead, the Blood Sea Skeleton was gone, and he aimlessly swam in the Blood Sea until the end of the sea.
In an instant, all eyes in the room were on one person.
Everyone stared intently at this contestant with an extraordinary will.
No one could have imagined that the one who defeated the Kirin Prince would come from the barren, bookworm-infested school.
This young man, who was initially ridiculed when he signed up, is now silent, as if proclaiming to the entire Shiyang County—
Who is the joke here?
A group of ghostwriters used various secret techniques and official eye techniques to try to see through the young man.
However, they are no different from ordinary practitioners and are not special spiritual beings.
The ghostwriter had no choice but to give up.
As vassals of the holy land, they naturally possessed a great deal of profound knowledge about spiritual practice.
Everyone's body is a treasure trove; it all depends on how much one can tap into. Gu Lin has clearly unlocked the limits of his body.
It's such a pity that his natural talent and aptitude were limited!
If one enters the Cave Profound Realm, there is a high chance of securing one of the six spots in Chuwei County.
However, becoming a swordsman at the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm is a pipe dream.
The orange-clad flying fish uniform announced the results to the public:
"First, Gu Lin!"
"Second, Zhao Yao!"
"Third, Zhu Yuting!"
Fourth, strictly adhere to order!
Fifth, Li Qingwu!
"........."
After reading the list, the thirty-two ghostwriters began to rank the three tests. The top twenty would enter the competition, while the bottom sixty would be eliminated.
After a short while, amidst countless gazes, the man in the orange flying fish robe held up the list and declared in a firm and resounding voice:
The twenty people who have advanced to the final round are—
"First, Zhao Yao!"
"Second, Zhu Yuting!"
"Third, Gu Lin!"
Fourth, strictly adhere to order!
Fifth, Liu Si!
"Sixth, Li Qingwu!"
"Seventh, Wu Tong!"
"Eighth, Wei Xuan!"
"Ninth, Yan Zhengzhao!"
"Tenth, Lee Jiu-zhi!"
"......."
"Twentieth, Lu Pi!"
"All other contestants have been eliminated and are to return to the plaza immediately."
The sixty men were dejected and disheartened; the battle had ended in defeat, and their future looked bleak.
He left the academy to roam the martial world and joined a sect as an outer disciple.
This is the best future.
No matter how unwilling you are, failure is failure. If you can't keep up with others in terms of the margin of error in the three test opportunities, then you are just too useless!
The man who had handled the knife looked at the twenty people who remained and said gently:
"Take a one-hour rest before the actual combat test."
The twenty people nodded in succession and each found a place to sit down and meditate.
Zhao Yao stared at Gu Lin for a few moments, then slowly walked over.
"Yao'er!" Upon seeing this scene, Magistrate Zhao suddenly shouted.
He knew his son was hurt, but Gu Lin was no match for him. Yao'er's stage was in Chuwei County a month later, so he didn't have to lose his charm and become the subject of gossip in front of everyone.
Zhao Yao took a deep breath, stopped, and turned to leave.
Li Qingwu walked towards her former lackey and said coldly:
"Tell me, what crooked path have you taken? Do you think that practicing evil arts and taking shortcuts can cover up your mediocrity and incompetence?"
Gu Lin stared coldly at her, emphasizing each word:
"Get as far away from me as you can! Who do you think you are?!"
Li Qingwu's smile was icy, but a surge of anger welled up within her. She forced herself to remain composed and simply uttered one sentence:
"You're ranked third now, do you really think you can be third in actual combat? Pray you don't draw me on the dueling stage!!"
"The third item is the test of willpower."
After he finished speaking, the gloom in the eyes of many contestants gradually faded, and hope was rekindled in their hearts.
The elites, especially those ranked between 20 and 40, were particularly excited, as if they had grasped at the last straw.
In terms of martial arts willpower, who is weaker than whom?
Neither of them would give in!
Talent is a gift from God, but willpower depends entirely on oneself.
The leader of the Heavenly Mystic Guards, dressed in an orange flying fish robe, gave the order:
"Holding the ritual implements!"
Immediately afterwards, a knife-wielder appeared, carrying a tray with a snow-white bell on it. The bell's surface was crystal clear and subtly gleamed.
The orange-clad flying fish uniform explains the competition rules:
"Participate together and be tested by the sound of bells. The longest you can last is the result. If you can't last, cover your ears or block the acupoints in your ears."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thirty-two knife-wielders lined up in all directions, took out all kinds of talismans, and formed a circle on the high platform, placing bell-shaped magical artifacts directly in front of them.
Seeing the contestants scrambling for the last spot, the man in the orange flying fish suit coldly remarked:
"It doesn't matter which position you're in!"
After he finished speaking, no one stepped forward.
Prince Zhao Yao of the Qilin took the lead and stood in the position closest to the bell.
Gu Lin and Zhu Yuting also stepped forward and sat cross-legged on either side.
Upon seeing this, many of the academy's prodigies sat down to meditate, focusing their energy in their dantian and discarding all unnecessary thoughts.
A moment later, the eighty contestants were seated.
"clang--"
"clang--"
"Clang clang clang—"
As the clear and melodious sound of bells rang out, the contestants' vision turned blood red, and their minds entered a terrifying and bloody purgatory world.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bridges of white bones—everyone was greeted by a chilling horde of skeletons.
"kill!"
The skeleton's voice was hoarse, its killing intent deafening. It charged forward instantly, tearing at every piece of flesh of the intruder.
"Spare me!" one of the contestants screamed hysterically, his face contorted in pain.
He suddenly covered his ears, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He was jolted awake by the terrifying vision.
He looked around; the other seventy-nine contestants were still undergoing trials.
The contestant was drenched in sweat, his expression revealing his shame.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen contestants experienced blockages in their ear acupoints and awoke from the strange phenomenon.
It looks so realistic!
Whether it was the overwhelming terrifying killing intent, the pain of being torn apart by skeletons, or the pervasive stench of blood, it all felt so real that they felt a chill run down their spines even after waking up.
In Gu Lin's world...
He walked steadily, step by step, onto the Bridge of Bones.
There were already more than a dozen skeletons lying in front of him.
His face showed no fear whatsoever, only excitement for killing.
As for its impact on mental state?
joke!
I am skilled in both Confucianism and martial arts!
The righteous spirit of Confucianism and Taoism can enhance focus!
Even if he hadn't established the Wen Palace, he wouldn't be afraid.
Because he believed he would become stronger the more he killed!
Those hideous and terrifying skeletons were all heinous villains in his eyes. He became more and more excited as he killed, until he was covered in blood and countless skeletons emerged from the sea of blood.
boom!
Gu Lin simply leaped off the Bone Bridge and headed straight for the Blood Sea Skeletons, finding it much more satisfying to kill them that way.
In reality, after half an incense stick's time, seventy contestants had woken up one after another, their limbs stiff, and whenever they closed their eyes, that hellish scene would reappear.
And the last ten even included Gu Lin!
Whether it's the quality of his internal energy, his reaction and judgment, or even his willpower in cultivation, this bookworm from the Wilderness Academy is among the top ten in the academy in every aspect!
Aside from cultivation level.
When Wei Yuan, Wei Xuan, Lin Yan'er, Yan Zhengzhao, and Li Jiuzhi woke up one after another.
Within the area affected by the magical artifact, only five people remained!
Li Qingwu and Yan Shouxu blocked the ear acupoints almost simultaneously, with her being slightly faster by half a breath.
Li Qingwu looked around and saw that Gu Lin was still standing there unmoved. She was so jealous and angry that she wanted to laugh.
Is Gu's willpower stronger than hers?
It's the most absurd joke in the world!
He cultivated himself by any means necessary in order to become a ghostwriter, and nothing external could affect his ambition and will!
What gives Gu the right?
What kind of will to cultivate oneself could a spineless man who would fawn over her and squander his fortune in pursuit of her?
As more and more onlookers poured into the academy, Zhu Yuting slowly awoke, his distorted face returning to calm.
He looked in the direction of the Kirin Prince, then glanced at him, his usually composed gaze turning extremely shocked.
How is that possible?!
Time passed slowly, and the entire academy became deathly silent.
The two are still persisting.
After another half incense stick's time, Zhao Yao's ear acupoints were blocked. He did not open his eyes, wanting to once again enjoy the praise and admiration from the audience.
He knew he was still number one.
But the deathly silence, like passing through a cemetery, the chilling stillness, made Zhao Yao frown.
He opened his eyes and saw the shocked expressions on the faces of all the ghostwriters.
Zhao Yao's eyes held a hint of pride, but in an instant, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"We've lost!"
"The Prince of Qilin has actually been defeated..."
Countless onlookers whispered among themselves; the impact of this scene was beyond compare.
The academy's leadership stood frozen in shock, utterly dumbfounded. They never imagined that Zhao Qilin would taste defeat!
This guy is number one in every subject. Whether it's learning martial arts, gaining experience outside, or taking internal exams at the academy, Zhao Yao's name has been number one for three whole years.
In the first two assessments, Zhu Yuting was undeniably outstanding; even the dean's eldest grandson paled in comparison.
But so what?
Zhu Yuting and Zhao Qilin are worlds apart!
Zhao Qilin is still able to maintain a significant lead.
But the last test.
He was utterly defeated!
In front of the entire county, his willpower in cultivation was actually inferior to Gu Lin's.
Magistrate Lu, beaming with pride, looked at Assistant Magistrate Zhao beside him and said with a smile:
"The Prince Qilin has actually been overshadowed by someone else!"
He deliberately raised his voice, which sounded light and cheerful.
The Zhao family is powerful, and with the emergence of Zhao Can and the growing prowess of Zhao Yao, County Magistrate Zhao has become disrespectful and has extended his reach even to the top leader.
Now that I've finally found the opportunity, I can really disgust the second-in-command. Isn't that great?
County Magistrate Zhao's expression was as stiff as iron, and his eyes grew increasingly cold.
Although this defeat will not affect the results of the selection competition.
But a defeat is a defeat, and it may affect Yao'er's Dao heart.
If Can'er, who is in the Martial Peak Hall, knew this, she would be extremely disappointed. She had already lost face by not even conquering Shiyang Academy!
Gu Lin, right? What kind of evil technique did you use?
Among the onlookers, the chief bodyguard of Tongxing Escort Agency quickly left and returned to the agency. He was determined to inform Changchuan so that Changchuan could witness his son's moment of glory.
Another incense stick's time passed, and Zhao Yao's expression grew increasingly grim. He couldn't help but look towards the four major offices of the "Sword-Holding Men".
"My lords, is this magical artifact ineffective against Gu Lin? Please examine it."
The voice just fell.
"Insolence!" The leader of the Heavenly Guards, wielding swords, strode forward, asking each word with deliberation:
"Are you questioning the fairness of the selection process set by the Divine Dynasty? Or do you not trust the magical artifacts of the Heavenly Profound Guard?"
Upon hearing this, Magistrate Zhao was enraged and roared at Zhao Yao:
"Shut up! Apologize to all the esteemed officials immediately!!"
Zhao Yao regained his senses, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying:
"I have spoken rudely; please forgive me, sir."
At this moment, the swordsman under the command of Prince Wuji strode over and said in a deep voice:
"This magical artifact is the masterpiece of a grandmaster of array formations from the Heavenly Profound Guard. How dare you question it? Considering you are a participant, I will spare you this time. But if you were in Chuzhou and dared to question a grandmaster of magic from the Heavenly Profound Guard, you would be imprisoned in the Heavenly Profound Prison and suffer torment for the rest of your life!"
Zhao Yao bowed again in apology, his posture extremely humble.
The Heavenly Mystery Guards, clad in orange flying fish robes, finally gave up.
Although he was just a ghostwriter.
Meanwhile, Lord Zhao Can was in the Martial Peak Hall.
However, since I am representing the entire Divine Dynasty on this trip, not to mention Lord Zhao, even those with greater power and status than Lord Zhao would not be able to interfere or retaliate afterward.
Inside and outside the square, countless onlookers witnessed the Prince of Qilin losing his composure.
So even the spirited and charismatic Zhao Qilin can't accept defeat and can reveal such an ugly side?
It's only natural that you won.
Just because you lost, you're going to question the sacred artifacts?
No one is perfect.
At this moment, Gu Lin slowly woke up.
It's not that I'm too exhausted to keep going.
Instead, the Blood Sea Skeleton was gone, and he aimlessly swam in the Blood Sea until the end of the sea.
In an instant, all eyes in the room were on one person.
Everyone stared intently at this contestant with an extraordinary will.
No one could have imagined that the one who defeated the Kirin Prince would come from the barren, bookworm-infested school.
This young man, who was initially ridiculed when he signed up, is now silent, as if proclaiming to the entire Shiyang County—
Who is the joke here?
A group of ghostwriters used various secret techniques and official eye techniques to try to see through the young man.
However, they are no different from ordinary practitioners and are not special spiritual beings.
The ghostwriter had no choice but to give up.
As vassals of the holy land, they naturally possessed a great deal of profound knowledge about spiritual practice.
Everyone's body is a treasure trove; it all depends on how much one can tap into. Gu Lin has clearly unlocked the limits of his body.
It's such a pity that his natural talent and aptitude were limited!
If one enters the Cave Profound Realm, there is a high chance of securing one of the six spots in Chuwei County.
However, becoming a swordsman at the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm is a pipe dream.
The orange-clad flying fish uniform announced the results to the public:
"First, Gu Lin!"
"Second, Zhao Yao!"
"Third, Zhu Yuting!"
Fourth, strictly adhere to order!
Fifth, Li Qingwu!
"........."
After reading the list, the thirty-two ghostwriters began to rank the three tests. The top twenty would enter the competition, while the bottom sixty would be eliminated.
After a short while, amidst countless gazes, the man in the orange flying fish robe held up the list and declared in a firm and resounding voice:
The twenty people who have advanced to the final round are—
"First, Zhao Yao!"
"Second, Zhu Yuting!"
"Third, Gu Lin!"
Fourth, strictly adhere to order!
Fifth, Liu Si!
"Sixth, Li Qingwu!"
"Seventh, Wu Tong!"
"Eighth, Wei Xuan!"
"Ninth, Yan Zhengzhao!"
"Tenth, Lee Jiu-zhi!"
"......."
"Twentieth, Lu Pi!"
"All other contestants have been eliminated and are to return to the plaza immediately."
The sixty men were dejected and disheartened; the battle had ended in defeat, and their future looked bleak.
He left the academy to roam the martial world and joined a sect as an outer disciple.
This is the best future.
No matter how unwilling you are, failure is failure. If you can't keep up with others in terms of the margin of error in the three test opportunities, then you are just too useless!
The man who had handled the knife looked at the twenty people who remained and said gently:
"Take a one-hour rest before the actual combat test."
The twenty people nodded in succession and each found a place to sit down and meditate.
Zhao Yao stared at Gu Lin for a few moments, then slowly walked over.
"Yao'er!" Upon seeing this scene, Magistrate Zhao suddenly shouted.
He knew his son was hurt, but Gu Lin was no match for him. Yao'er's stage was in Chuwei County a month later, so he didn't have to lose his charm and become the subject of gossip in front of everyone.
Zhao Yao took a deep breath, stopped, and turned to leave.
Li Qingwu walked towards her former lackey and said coldly:
"Tell me, what crooked path have you taken? Do you think that practicing evil arts and taking shortcuts can cover up your mediocrity and incompetence?"
Gu Lin stared coldly at her, emphasizing each word:
"Get as far away from me as you can! Who do you think you are?!"
Li Qingwu's smile was icy, but a surge of anger welled up within her. She forced herself to remain composed and simply uttered one sentence:
"You're ranked third now, do you really think you can be third in actual combat? Pray you don't draw me on the dueling stage!!"