After hearing Ma Hongjun's words, both Tang San and Dai Mubai froze.
They stared fixedly at the fat man on the platform, his flab quivering all over. Tang San had originally wanted Ma Hongjun to buy them time, even if it meant taking a beating.
He had never expected Ma Hongjun to be so spineless that he would simply concede.
The scene caught everyone present completely off guard, nailing the Monster Academy to the pillar of shame.
Dai Mubai's eyes reddened with rage. He cursed Ma Hongjun from below the platform, itching to charge up and tear that damned fatty to pieces.
Ma Hongjun hunched his neck. Faced with their murderous stares, he spoke timidly.
"We never stood much of a chance anyway. They could defeat you instantly without even using their martial souls. Going up there would just mean taking a one-sided beating."
As Yu Xiaogang looked at Ma Hongjun on the platform, his face was filled with exasperation at his failure to measure up. Ma Hongjun knew perfectly well that the first stage of Tang San and Dai Mubai's Nine Trials of the God of Love required them to distinguish themselves in this continent-wide tournament!
The God of Love's trial explicitly required them to place among the top teams. This was a matter of godhood inheritance!
Yet now, in the very first match of the consecutive-bout competition, Ma Hongjun had actually dared to take it upon himself to concede on behalf of the entire team. It was outrageous.
Every spectator present was stunned by the absurd scene before them.
Tens of thousands of spectators exchanged looks. None had expected this obscure Monster Academy to make such a laughingstock of itself. Naturally, they had noticed the disagreement as well. Clearly, conceding had been Ma Hongjun's personal idea.
Of course,