Mutual Traps

"Idiot Zhao Song!"

"Bastard Zhao Song!"

"Coward Zhao Song!" The entire arena was filled with waves of curses.

Ninety percent of the people watching the match in this arena were nobles. These nobles could use superpowers, and although the arena was huge, their voices were anything but quiet.

Quite a few even grabbed various pieces of furniture from their residences and hurled them directly at Zhao Song.

A white bathtub flew from a noble's private room like a cannonball, hurtling toward Zhao Song from afar.

"Fuck!" Zhao Song fled with his head in his hands, hurriedly rushing back to the lounge.

A group of nobles even wanted to storm into the lounge to beat someone up, but they gave up when they saw the Swordplay Association guards.

As for those nobles wanting to find Yang Bo, that was simply impossible, because all the people from the Alliance had taken a special passage.

The entire livestream room was full of curses. Of course, compared to the number of viewers, there were far fewer people cursing, because most viewers did not dare curse in the livestream room—they were not nobles.

"Yang Bo is a treacherous little man!" However, some people turned their attention toward Yang Bo.

"Zhao Song was careless."

"Zhao Song was a little too anxious. He thought Yang Bo was still blocking, but he didn't expect him to use the force from Zhao Song's change of move to give him a push, warping his technique and leaving him wide open."

"You're all talking nonsense. In a Swordplay Competition, everyone mixes feints with real attacks. Yang Bo was weaker than Zhao Song, so he defended first and made Zhao Song lower his guard."

It turned out that during the final move, Zhao Song saw Yang Bo block and shifted his sword