"You, get down."
The referee pointed at the captain of Imperial Dou Second Team and said this to him.
No matter how one looked at it, there was no way this captain could block Zhu Zhuqing's scythe. Besides, with the blade already at his neck, was he really going to refuse to surrender and make Zhu Zhuqing chop him down?
"I surrender. I'll get down right away."
Less than ten seconds into the match, Zhu Zhuqing had already pressed a massive scythe against his neck. Yet the captain felt a strange sense of relief.
At least he had not been beaten up. His girlfriend had taken a kick, but she seemed fine too. She had already stood back up below the stage. It seemed Zhong Li and the others were decent enough not to deliberately injure people.
Without another word, he obediently stepped off the stage. Only after leaving the competition platform did he turn back to look at his teammates, who were still suffering.
"Brothers, hang in there!"
Supporting his girlfriend, he headed toward the preparation area with much lighter steps.
The audience understood Imperial Dou Second Team's captain's behavior and did not mock him. Even the second team's supervising teacher nodded approvingly. It was good enough that no one had been injured.
After eliminating two people, Zhu Zhuqing did not continue tangling with the remaining five. She swiftly returned to Zhong Li's side and watched the match like an ordinary spectator.
"This Blue Tyrant Academy is quite good. They even saved us some face. We can allocate them more resources in the future."
Xue Ye stroked his beard, and his expression improved considerably. Winning had been impossible, but as long as they did not lose too badly, it was fine. Forget Imperial Dou Second Team—even the seeded Imperial