Supreme Crazy Wife Chapter 409 - Don't Be Afraid, I Don't Have A Dragon (5)

Chapter 409 - Don't Be Afraid, I Don't Have A Dragon (5)

"Isn't that normal? Everyone knows the result of today's competition!" Lin Liang said. Who would spend money to watch a competition that they already knew the result of! Although mystics were not short of money, they wouldn't waste money!
"That's right." Old Man nodded. Hehe, they must have given the Mystic Association Headquarters a headache!
"Eh? There seem to be a few new faces on the main stage," Old Zao said as he looked around and saw the main stage as though he had discovered a new continent.
"The one in the middle is Wu Gong." Lan Ming pointed at the middle-aged man in black sitting in the middle of the main stage.
"So he's Wu Gong! He's not that good-looking! Why do you say mystics are handsome men and beautiful women?" Old Zao said with disappointment.
"Uh! I mean most mystics," Lan Ming said helplessly.
"Make yourself clear! I waited for nothing," Old Zao complained unhappily..
"Uh!" Lan Ming was speechless. Boohoo… Why did this become his fault? These people were really too unreasonable… They only knew how to bully him!
"Haha!" Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw Lan Ming's pitiful appearance.
"The competition has begun," Feng Jing reminded.
"Alright, everyone, quiet down. The show is about to begin," Old Zao said excitedly.
On the arena…
Leng Ruoxue and Freak stood facing each other. Their eyes were tender and glued to each other. No one said anything, and they just kept looking at each other…
"Ahem!" The referee couldn't take it anymore. He coughed twice and tried to remind them that it was a competition and everyone was watching! Stop being so mushy!
Unfortunately, the two of them ignored the referee and continued looking at each other without saying a word.
"The match has begun. Are you still going to compete?" the referee softly reminded helplessly. This competition could be considered the most abnormal one he had ever encountered.
The two of them didn't even look at the referee.
After a long while…
Freak finally spoke. "I admit defeat."
"Leng Ruoxue, victory!" the referee shouted while suppressing his anger and cursing in his head. Damn, you wasted so much time admitting defeat. Is this fun?
Then it was Leng Ruoxue vs. Leng Qingtian.
After Leng Qingtian went on the arena, he chatted with his precious granddaughter for a while. After chatting enough, he said, "Referee, I admit defeat."
With that, he jumped off the arena without waiting for the referee to announce the result.
"Leng Ruoxue, victory," the referee announced weakly. He was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.
After that, Leng Qingtian and Ye Chen stood on the arena again. The battle between them was also the last match of this mystic competition.
"Referee, I admit defeat," the two of them said at almost the same time.
"Brat, who allowed you to admit defeat?" Leng Qingtian roared. Didn't they agree beforehand?
"Grandpa, it's not bad if we draw!" Freak said with a smile, his face full of flattery.
"Which one of you is admitting defeat?" the referee asked while clutching his chest and panting heavily.
"Me!" the two of them said in unison again.
"Both of you admit defeat. How do you want me to judge?" the referee roared furiously. Mystic competitions had always been life-and-death competitions. People either won or lost. There had never been a situation where they admitted defeat at the same time!
"You can rule it a draw!" Freak suggested very kindly.
"Mystic competitions have never had a draw," the referee roared.
"Then start with us!" Freak said with a light smile. The rules were dead, and people were alive. How could they not innovate!
"Alright! Leng Qingtian vs. Ye Chen, draw!" the referee hurriedly announced, not wanting to be angered to death. He could tell that these people were each more difficult to deal with than the other. It was better for him to leave early.
After the referee announced the result, he left the arena angrily. But Leng Qingtian and Ye Chen didn't leave. Instead, they found a place to sit down. Leng Ruoxue walked onto the arena again and sat down beside them.
The audience, referees, and people on the main stage were all surprised when they heard the referee's announcement. Then a few drops of cold sweat rolled down their foreheads…
"President, what do you think?" The head referee walked to the main stage trembling and looked at Wu Gong fearfully. Cold sweat rolled down his back. Boohoo… Why did they always make him worry? He had already been scolded badly by the president yesterday. It seemed like it was inevitable today. Alas!
"Aren't the results out already?" Wu Gong said coldly with a dark face.
"First place is out, but second and third place…" The head referee stopped mid-sentence.
"Isn't it a draw? Then let's put them both in second place. There's no third place in this competition," Wu Gong said bluntly and then fell silent.
"Yes." The head referee handed the final result to the host after receiving Wu Gong's instructions.
After receiving the results of the competition, the host climbed onto the stage again and announced very seriously with the loudspeaker in his hand.
"Next, let's invite President Wu to present the award to the top three," the host said excitedly.
On the arena, Leng Ruoxue and the others were still sitting lazily on the ground and chatting, not at all aware that they were the top three.
"Why are you still sitting? Hurry up and get up. The president will be here soon." The head referee went up the arena early. He almost fainted when he saw the three people. T-this was too casual.
"Almost here? Doesn't that mean he's not here yet? Let's take a break first. It's quite tiring after two battles," Leng Ruoxue said without any intention of getting up.
The head referee really hoped that he could faint now, but he just happened to be very energetic. Boohoo… Now he was sure that these three people were definitely doing it on purpose. They wanted to prank him on purpose. Damn it. He had never offended them!
"You all admitted defeat in both your matches. You didn't even fight. Are you still tired?" The head referee couldn't help shouting at the top of his lungs after a moment of silence. Where did Lan Ming find these malignant stars? They were really infuriating. But he also knew that he had to settle these three people before the president came up. Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that the president wouldn't be angered to death by them after coming up to present the awards!