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"You…" Yang Feng's expression became complicated. He stared at Hong Qinghe in a daze. The frustration from being at the losing end in that exchange was evident in his eyes.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up to the man in front of him.

"You have integrated with your spear, and I have integrated with my ruler. Since our cultivation has already reached such a stage, why don't we call this match a draw?" Surprisingly, Hong Qinghe chose to stop at this point.

However, everyone knew that if the match continued, Hong Qinghe would definitely defeat Yang Feng as he had always done in past years.

Yang Feng regained his senses and smiled. "You don't have to say anymore. I know that I'm not a match for you. I have lost. It seems like, Brother Hong, you have taken first place again this year."

Leaving those words, Yang Feng suavely hopped off the stage. He wasn't very sad about his loss.