Seeing even Mo Yu finally raise his hands in surrender, Li Moxun merely swept a cool glance over him.
There was neither a lofty air nor any mockery or disdain in the young man's eyes.
Yet that gaze, as calm as still water, left them feeling more ashamed and furious than outright ridicule would have.
Because his gaze was too calm-so calm it bordered on absolute indifference.
As though their defeat had been a foregone conclusion.
As though they had neither the right nor any reason to turn the tables.
That was precisely what those Third Year students found hardest to accept.
Yet when their eyes actually met Li Moxun's, they sank into an even deeper silence.
They realized they could not even summon the courage to resist.
So no one dared speak, and no one dared meet Li Moxun's eyes.
As for Li Moxun, he simply acted as though he had seen nothing.
He turned and left, while the six of them stood there in silence, watching him walk away and listening to the cheers erupting from the First Year students.
All they could do was clench their fists slightly.
Among the First Year students, Tang Wulin sat in silence.
His expression carried a hint of ashen despair.
The vast majority of the First Year students had not taken part in the betting.
And almost everyone who had participated had bet on Li Moxun winning.
He alone was the exception.
He had bet on the opposing Third Year team, staking all fourteen hundred Contribution Points he currently possessed.
Normally, this was not Tang Wulin's style.
He would not ordinarily have gotten involved in such things, since his temperament was fairly steady.
But after spending this period around Li Moxun, subjected to his suppression and influence, his temperament had begun