The moment Lin Xiaoyan conceded defeat, the entire venue erupted in uproar.
"How did Lin Xiaoyan just admit defeat? I hadn't even reacted yet, and it was already over! This is way too fake!"
"Exactly! If Lin Xiaoyan fought Song Hao, it would take at least twenty minutes to decide the winner. Yet she conceded in under a minute—isn't that match-fixing?"
"They're classmates, and they're playing us like this? How boring! I'd wanted to watch and learn, but it turned out to be a fake match."
"Even if Chen Mo is an Aperture Opener, Lin Xiaoyan didn't need to give in to him like that! Could the two of them have some kind of relationship that forced Lin Xiaoyan to back down?"
The students below all questioned the authenticity of the match result, believing that Lin Xiaoyan had fixed the match.
Li Donghai, standing amid the crowd, had not found it strange at first that Chen Mo had won.
After all, he himself was a Seventh-grade Martial Trainee whose swordsmanship had reached Major Accomplishment, yet Chen Mo had taken him down in three moves. It was only natural for Lin Xiaoyan to lose as well.
But after hearing the other students' doubts and recalling the scene he had just witnessed, he began to doubt his own judgment.
What he had seen was Chen Mo and Lin Xiaoyan's weapons colliding, then separating the very next second, followed immediately by Lin Xiaoyan conceding defeat.
The two had moved too quickly for him to see clearly, but neither had been injured. Therefore, the outcome was theirs to decide.
Li Donghai gradually came to agree with the others, thinking Lin Xiaoyan had gone easy on Chen Mo in order to make a name for him.
This was going too far. He absolutely could not