Grandmaster's Scream

"Grandmaster Yu, do you have any other objections?"

Just as he was enthusiastically announcing the result, the referee was interrupted by Yu Xiaogang's words and nearly choked. It would have been a lie to say he was not annoyed.

The referee almost instantly turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, his gaze sharp and intimidating.

If looks could kill, Yu Xiaogang would have died eight hundred times over.

Fortunately, the referee was ultimately a professional and possessed excellent self-control. No matter how angry he was, he could keep his expression under control.

However, his voice had clearly become much stiffer, his tone carrying a trace of displeasure and no small amount of bluntness.

At this moment, because of Yu Xiaogang's interruption, the venue that had only just quieted down stirred up once more. The spectators began discussing and whispering among themselves.

Naturally, nearly all of it was mockery aimed at Grandmaster Yu.

Because of his earlier protest being rejected, Yu Xiaogang's image in the eyes of the audience had hit rock bottom.

Most spectators now regarded him as nothing more than a shameless man who could only pester others and make unreasonable demands. Hearing him raise another objection, they could not help pointing at him and mocking him with cold remarks.

Of course, everyone also wanted to hear what he had to say this time, to see what stunt he was trying to pull and enjoy his humiliation along the way.

Even Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo beside him had their attention drawn by Yu Xiaogang's voice. They frowned slightly and looked over.

The audience's jeering rose and fell around him. Yu Xiaogang heard every word clearly, and his face darkened almost to the extreme.

But he could no longer care about that. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly pointed