The man's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked up at Tang Mo and the blade resting on his neck.
He realized he had lost.
In Tang Mo's eyes, this was just a contest. Winning was enough; there was no need to deal a fatal blow and take someone's life.
Tang Mo withdrew Wind Breaker, resheathed it on her back, and stepped aside.
The man was unharmed, but he didn't get up. Instead, he dropped to his knees on the ground.
Like a defeated dog, he had lost his last spark of life, all his previous fighting spirit gone.
"What's your name?"
The competition was over. Qiangba asked Tang Mo.
"Tang... Qi. My name is Tang Qi."
This place was different from the others she had been to. Tang Mo had a strange sense of foreboding, so she gave a fake name.
She hadn't even used her spiritual power, and she certainly didn't want anyone to know that she was the number one ranked person in all of Huaxia.
