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Xue Shiming's low yet clear admission of defeat spread through the entire grand arena through the amplifying Soul Tool.
After a brief, suffocating dead silence...
A huge clamor erupted like a volcano that had been building for ages!
"We won—!!!"
"Moonlight! Moonlight! Moonlight!"
"Champions! We're the champions!!!"
Moonlight Academy's supporters instantly went mad. The waves of sound were deafening. Countless people waved their arms and flags in excitement, and some even wept tears of joy.
The afterimage of that "Heavenly Moon Palace" had yet to fully fade, but the name of Moonlight Team had already resounded to the heavens.
In stark contrast was the deathly silence and disbelieving murmurs from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy supporters' section.
"How is that possible..."
"The Three Elites all fell..."
"They were so close! What a shame..."
Sighs and unwilling discussion tangled together, and an immense sense of loss hung over that stand.
In the other spectator sections, there was admiring applause from neutral viewers who had purely enjoyed a spectacular fight, excited howls from gamblers who had bet on Moonlight's victory, and frustrated sighs from those who had bet on Heaven Dou pulling off an upset or Chang'an making a comeback.
The Chang'an Team supporters' section was comparatively complicated.
More of Chang'an's fans looked at the championship podium on the field, the symbol of the highest honor, with complex gazes. They acknowledged Moonlight's strength, but they could not hide their deep regret at failing to reach the summit themselves.
The entire grand arena turned into an ocean of sound. Cheers, sighs, discussion, screams—all kinds of emotions clashed violently, drawing the noisiest possible conclusion to this thrilling battle for the championship.
Inside Private Room No. 78, however, the atmosphere carried a touch of amusement.
"Boring.