The entire audience gasped, and a buzzing wave of discussion swept through the venue.
"Wasn't Feng Hua Xue Yue supposed to let himself get beaten? Why did he go for a sneak attack first?"
"Yeah, a Divine Grace Assassin's backstab to the neck had a high chance of triggering a 37-times instant kill. He could've killed Lu Yang in one hit. That wasn't letting himself get beaten—that was a scheme."
"Why did Lu Yang use his skill in advance? Did the two of them rehearse this?"
"Doesn't seem like it. They could've just fought normally. Why fight like this? It was too mentally draining. It didn't look prearranged."
"Could it be that Feng Hua Xue Yue actually wanted to kill Lu Yang?"
The players erupted, and so did the comments in the livestream. Du Bin secretly gave Ma Feng an approving look and asked, "I never expected Feng Hua Xue Yue to use a trick to lure his enemy into complacency, nor did I expect Lu Yang not to fall for it. Both are surprising. Ma Feng, how did you notice?"
Excitedly, Ma Feng brought up the angle he had seen and froze it on the image of Feng Hua Xue Yue lowering his head with a vicious look in his eyes. "Look, everyone. Who would have this kind of expression while admitting defeat? It was obvious he was planning something underhanded."
The image was enlarged, and Feng Hua Xue Yue's venomous expression was instantly seen by hundreds of millions of people. The crowd exploded, and the entire comment section went wild.
"I can't believe it. How did Lu Yang offend him for him to make that kind of expression?" Tong Tong said in amazement.
"Luckily, Lu Yang didn't fall for it," Du Bin said. "But how did he