What a Joke!

"Is there anyone still unconvinced?"

Jiang Yuan crossed one leg over the other and pulled out a bag of peanut-like snacks from the system space, munching away.

He acted as if no one else existed, utterly brazen.

Stormhead and the others clenched their fists, their faces twisted with pent-up frustration as they ground their teeth.

"I don't believe it."

Stormhead gritted his teeth. "How could it have been you?!"

"You're just an eighth-rank grandmaster..."

Jiang Yuan's gaze swept across them. Golden lightning surged through the air, runes containing the true essence of immortality flickering into view.

The tension was taut as a drawn blade.

Yet everyone else wore different expressions.

Park Jin-hyeok recalled Jiang Yuan's earlier abnormal state. It had clearly been the result of a brutal battle.

Could he truly move through frozen time—and had he even fought a savage battle against some unknown enemy?!

Park Jin-hyeok was shaken to the core.

"Stormhead, this ends here," Sage Sean said.

"You don't want Edward to be eliminated either, do you?"

Feile Fusi, dressed like a ranger, scratched his head. "Yeah. Since he didn't violate the rules of the national war, let this matter rest. After all, he did save one of our country's contestants."

"Some things can wait until after the national war," Blood Buddha said.

Oleg chuckled. "If you ask me, that Sakura Country shrine maiden deserved to die. Who told her to dare release killing intent toward a contestant? Bullying the small with the big was utterly shameless. If it were me, I probably couldn't have held back either."

Fuck, a bunch of fence-sitters.

Stormhead cursed inwardly. After weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately gave a cold snort and sat back down.

At the sight of this—

The billions of netizens from Sakura Country and Kimchi Country