"The winner of this match is contestant Zuo Qiu Lun." The referee took a deep breath before making the announcement in a loud voice.
As the referee's booming yet slightly trembling voice spread throughout the arena, the result of the match was decided.
Yet unlike the usual clamor, the stands were utterly silent. Every spectator seemed possessed, staring wide-eyed with disbelief written all over their faces.
Their gazes held shock, confusion, and anger. It was as though none of them had recovered from the utterly one-sided match they had just witnessed.
Think of how they had been before the match began—their hopes for their nation's own genius, the Tiger King of Monster Academy,
the Empire's deeply beloved Fourth Prince, had been immense, almost crushing. They had expected to see him win, to see him successfully defend the glory of the Star Luo Empire.
But after all that anticipation, what they saw was his crushing defeat—a defeat where he had been utterly overwhelmed by one side. All their passion and expectations had already been ground to dust bit by bit by the "torture" they had just endured. A complicated emotion slowly enveloped everyone's hearts, and the enormous gap between expectation and reality left their minds blank for a moment.
He lost again. And he lost so badly. His opponent didn't even use his martial soul.
However, the silence did not last long. Soon, as if the crowd had abruptly awakened from a deep sleep, all kinds of voices erupted at once, intertwining into a chaotic wave of noise that echoed through the arena.
Some people slammed their fists against the armrests of their seats and shouted themselves hoarse, "He lost again!"
The unwillingness in those voices seemed as if they wanted to tear the roof off the Soul Arena just to