The enormous Multi-purpose Venue was abuzz with voices, as if even the temperature had risen by several degrees.
Some students in the crowd were clutching their heads and weeping, while quite a few looked radiant.
Lu Bai rose from the stool in the corner and slowly let out a breath.
Even without paying attention, he could feel the gazes directed at him from all around.
After word got out that he had taken first place in two consecutive rounds, it was obviously impossible for him to keep being an inconspicuous nobody.
As soon as this round of the Deathmatch Showdown ended, many people immediately turned their attention to him.
After all, these students had now completed their first three Deathmatch Showdowns.
A considerable number of them could only return to ordinary life. Students qualified to become Formal Deathmatch Participants were a minority.
Of course, during the first three Deathmatch Showdowns, the students had all gotten a clear idea of whether they had what it took to become Formal Deathmatch Participants.
For most people, their emotions weren't particularly intense. Feelings like regret and disappointment had already been more or less poured out during the first two rounds.
It was like taking an exam: the top students and the bottom students usually didn't worry much about their scores. Only those in the middle, neither here nor there, felt uneasy.
The students clutching their heads and weeping were just that sort.
So rather than dwelling on what was already decided, they might as well pay attention to how the geniuses had done.
Whether Lu Bai had fallen at the final hurdle or advanced even further this round, it would satisfy everyone's appetite for gossip.
And it wasn't just the students around him. Even the faculty on the dais were watching him with undisguised