This spectator was unremarkable in appearance, but his voice was incredibly loud. It sounded especially piercing in the silent Soul Fighting Arena.
Even though Long Kong was standing far away, he still heard it. He grumbled inwardly, That's what it says on the document. Could I possibly be lying to you? If Blue Tyrant Academy's team leader doesn't give a reason, what can I, a mere host, do? Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
That kid Zhong Li really was something else. Quietly withdrawing from the competition like that—wasn't that one of their own screwing over one of their own? If Long Kong ever found out which family that brat belonged to, he would definitely give him a proper lesson.
"Exactly! Your lousy excuse is way too perfunctory. Did we come here to watch these crooked melons and cracked dates? We came to see Brother Zhong Li, yet you're telling us Brother Zhong Li withdrew!"
The participating contestants: ...
Their fists clenched tightly, and their teeth ground together. Only by doing so could they stop themselves from stooping to the level of those people. Zhong Li was indeed powerful, insanely powerful. But weren't they all geniuses and freakish talents from their own academies?
Among the younger generation of the entire Douluo Continent, they were considered fairly strong. Yet these people called them crooked melons and cracked dates! Still, they truly did not dare refute it. Before Zhong Li, a Soul Saint barely in his teens, they really were crooked melons and cracked dates. Without comparison, there would be no harm.
"Exactly, exactly. There must be some shady dealings!"
Seeing someone else stirring up accusations of shady dealings, Long Kong hurriedly explained, "The withdrawal document in my hand was submitted earlier by Blue Tyrant Academy's dean and team leader.