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Wisps of smoke had yet to disperse, and the lingering boom of war drums still roared in their ears.
This battle had been too shocking.
On the Martial Arts Viewing Platform (coaches' viewing seats), the coaches from the various academies looked at the crisscrossing marks across the arena, their expressions grave as they clenched the armrests, their palms already soaked with cold sweat.
With such mountain-shattering might, if it had been their own students up there, they likely would not have lasted even half an incense stick.
If even the coaches from the various academies were like this, the other teams watching from the boxes had even more varied expressions.
Some teams suddenly loosened their clenched fists and wiped cold sweat from their temples in lingering fear; others secretly gnashed their teeth, relieved that such a ferocious menace had finally been cut down.
The spectator stands, however, were dead silent.
Many noblewomen and celebrities had long since lost their usual pride, the backs of their hands bulging with veins as they clutched silk handkerchiefs; even more commoners clasped their hands together, murmuring prayers for the youths on the stage.
As supporters of the victorious team, even the normally most arrogant Yue Si fans had no mood at this moment to provoke or mock the Chang'an fans.
As for the Chang'an fans, they were generally satisfied with the team members on the field. The team members' display of strength had been clear to all, and in essence, they were Reserve Team Members from the Middle Department.
The result was regrettable, but judging by the process, it could be counted as an honorable defeat.
So thunderous applause erupted from both sides like mountains roaring and seas surging—their youths, though gravely wounded, had carved an indelible mark onto the