"Won! Xu Jingming actually won?!"
"A Seventh-Order Middle-Level fighter killing an Eighth-Order Upper Position opponent in return—who could have seen that coming?"
When Xu Jingming blocked Wu Xuan's wind-type Battle Techniques, everyone had been shocked, but not a single person thought Xu Jingming could win.
After all, the difference in metahuman endurance between a Seventh-Order Middle-Level Metahuman and an Eighth-Order Upper Position Metahuman was worlds apart!
Yet reality was just like that. Relying on his formidable physique, Xu Jingming had completed the counterkill!
"Eldest Young Master, I lost..."
Wu Xuan, who had been killed, reappeared on the island and spoke to Leng Shu with a guilty expression.
Leng Shu's expression was equally unpleasant at that moment.
He had thought victory was assured. He had even prepared a noon banquet to celebrate taking over the position of president.
Yet he had never expected the final outcome to be this.
"It's all right. Master Wu, you did your best."
After taking a deep breath, Leng Shu did not get angry and instead consoled him.
Wu Xuan was an Eighth-Order Upper Position Grandmaster. Even if he failed to take over as president, Wu Xuan would still be the vice president.
He needed to maintain a good relationship with Wu Xuan. There was no need to blame him for something that had already happened.
Besides...
Leng Shu looked toward Xu Jingming, who had likewise just teleported back to Leng Yuexi's island across from them, and murmured with a sigh, "That guy really is too monstrous."
On the other side, the moment Xu Jingming teleported back onto the island, Leng Yuexi jogged over on her long legs.
Her fair, lovely face was flushed with excitement as she said excitedly, "Jingming, you did it! We won!"
Behind her, Leng Yuechan, Zhao Dehan, and the others also