I Object, I Protest!
The Group A finals ended.
Although Sun Mucheng had dominated his opponent throughout the match, the referee still ruled that he had lost.
"This..."
Xiao Ziji was dumbfounded.
Judging from the battle just now, Sun Mucheng had overwhelmed his opponent in both skill and strength. If the match had not been halted so many times, the winner would have been decided long ago.
"Sect Master."
Xiao Ziji transmitted despairingly, "That was way too fake, wasn't it?"
Jun Changxiao said, "There's something wrong with that referee!"
A referee could be bribed and thus make an unfair ruling.
But what Gousheng could not understand was that anyone with eyes could see there was something shady going on. Why were the spectators turning a blind eye? Were they all blind?
"I said the Young City Lord was incredibly strong. Sure enough, he took the Group A championship."
"The Young City Lord possesses breathtaking talent and physique at such a young age. Entering the Martial Hall will be as easy as turning his hand over."
The Young City Lord?
The son of Jun Yuan City's City Lord?
Jun Changxiao finally understood. No matter who had stepped into the Group A finals, the script had already been written.
Cruel. Realistic.
The martial artists in the venue shouted loudly for the Group A winner. No one noticed Sun Mucheng walking off the arena with his head lowered, like an orphan suddenly abandoned by the entire world.
"I clearly could have won, so why did I still lose..." He repeated those words over and over, his spirits sinking to rock bottom.
"The reason is simple."
Suddenly, an aged voice sounded beside his ear. "You have no backing."
Jun Changxiao certainly could not miss such a fine opportunity, so he immediately switched into persuasion