"Go home and ask your elders how terrifying Moonlight Wetland used to be."
"You no longer have a chance, because this year, she has begun to awaken!"
"The Fun Match championship is merely my greeting gift to everyone."
"I hope you like it."
The entire viewing area fell silent, as though someone had cast a mass silencing spell.
The younger spectators looked at the elders beside them, their gazes easy enough to understand: Is that true?
The older ones, meanwhile, stared fixedly at the Moonlight Wetland students and graduates closest to them.
These spectators were easy enough to identify too. When Moonlight Wetland's Xunge had taken first place earlier, they were most likely the ones cheering, clapping, or laughing.
Moreover, the vast majority of spectators with clear preferences and allegiances wore their school badges on their chests.
In the row where Mist Blade sat, not only was Mist Blade Maple Sugar Fat Goose clenching his buttocks as he sat on the bench, too scared to make a sound, but even the Black Cat, Blood Elves, and Minotaur beside him remained silent, staring straight ahead without daring to glance around.
Their sense of school pride was temporarily forgotten at a time like this.
If that little brat Xunge had only provoked one or two people, all Moonlight Wetland students and graduates would have passionately spoken up for her and defended the truth in her words.
The problem was that she was taking on forty-five by herself.
Even Moonlight Wetland's houseboat had fallen silent. The swordsman had risen to his feet, gripping the sword in his hand tightly as he told the students watching on the deck to gather together—"Watch out for attacks!"
After several seconds of silence, the entire arena erupted.
Whether Xunge had provoked those apprentices hiding in the shadows