The next day, Tianhai City Martial School's duel arena.
The morning mist had yet to fully disperse when the arena's tranquility was shattered by an unusual uproar.
The moment Lu Jue approached the gates, he was surrounded by a group that had long been lying in wait, like hyenas that had caught the scent of blood.
Camera equipment like a barrage of guns was practically shoved into his face, and glaring fill lights instantly engulfed him.
"Lu Jue! Look over here! What exactly did you do to humiliate Jiang Youwei? Why did you even make him shit himself?" A video blogger with an explosive afro fired off the sharp question. It was crude beyond measure, but irresistibly sensational.
"Family! I've arrived at the Tianhai Martial School duel site! See that? That's Lu Jue! I'm going to expose him for you all right now! Let's ask whether his conscience hurts!"
A male streamer dressed in bizarre clothes, his hair dyed every color of the rainbow, screamed himself hoarse at his phone camera, trying to drag Lu Jue into his livestream.
"Lu Jue! Do you have any sympathy at all? Student Jiang died because of you, so how can you still come to compete so calmly? Don't you feel even the slightest guilt?" A female influencer in a professional suit and exquisite makeup desperately thrust her microphone forward, her tone full of moral condemnation.
There was even a shirtless streamer covered in tattoos, who raved wildly at the camera:
"Brothers! Start sending gifts! If you send fifty rockets, I'll go up and slap Lu Jue for Brother Jiang! Send a hundred, and I'll fucking go all out today—let Lu Jue make me shit myself too! Let's see just how capable he really is!"
Some martial school students who knew the truth could