At that moment, Sifang Nanyang seemed to be standing outside the world. No one spoke to him, no one mocked him, yet every word he had said before now seemed to turn into thorned whips cracking across his face.
With a background like his, he might never have experienced such embarrassment in his entire life. His face reddened slightly, flushed with anger and humiliation. Yet for the sake of maintaining his poise, he could not even show that fury too openly.
"Menghu General Camp, time taken to trigger the tiger's roar: five months and thirteen days."
White Tiger General Chu Qingtian announced the record, making it official. Naturally, his announcement spread across every battlefield, dealing an unimaginable shock to the other ninety thousand people.
"What?!"
Cries of utter disbelief rang out. Distracted and thrown into chaos, the Myriad Phenomena Arrays collapsed one after another, flinging their wielders away with their White Tiger military talismans. Training across the entire Qingtian battlefield ground to a halt.
"How is this possible...?"
Gu Cizhou had not expected Lan Zhelong from Battlefield One to cross the battlefield and appear nearby at this moment. Her beautiful eyes saw Li Tianming's success with absolute clarity.
She had seen it with her own eyes. How could it be fake?
At that moment, she exchanged a glance with Sifang Nanyang. The expressions in both their eyes were exceedingly strange.
This was her final time taking part in training. She had wanted to push the Nanyang General Camp's record to within a year as its helmsman. Today, five months later, she had been preparing to make her move. Just moments ago, everyone had still been calling her steady and Li Tianming's group a bunch of jokes.
Yet before she had even done anything, that bunch of jokes had raised the