Then, the sounds from the arena before him rang out once more.
"What I mean is, I hope you can trust your feelings and let them drive your resolve."
The one who had been speaking was a tall, athletic Black man with clearly defined muscles.
The Black man in a basketball jersey wore a confident smile. "Pure thought. Pure feeling."
"..." Though he had never met the Black man before him, Cong Yu could not help but speak. "Boss... Black Mamba?"
As he greeted him, Black Mamba nodded. Standing in the arena, Cong Yu pondered his words. "Feelings?"
Black Mamba nodded again and gestured toward the countless spectators around them.
"Cong Yu! Cong Yu!"
"Cong Yu! Cong Yu!"
"Cong Yu! Cong Yu!"
"..." Everyone—every onlooker and spectator here—was shouting Cong Yu's name...
"Do you hear that? Those are the feelings of all the dead."
As Black Mamba spoke, he flashed Cong Yu a smile full of white teeth. "And if you can feel with your heart..."
"You can feel them too, can't you? The calls of your companions on the 'other side,' and everyone else's calls."
At Black Mamba's words, Cong Yu closed his eyes. Then, he truly felt them. He felt everyone.
Whether it was Yaochuan Guang and the others, Rabbit Man and the others, people he had met only once or never met at all, or everyone from the Star Alliance.
Cong Yu could genuinely feel everyone's feelings...
"You feel it now, don't you, Cong Yu?"
Black Mamba spoke as he smiled at Cong Yu. "This is our resolve..."
"The resolve of everyone you cherish and everyone who cherishes you, everyone you love and everyone who loves you. Whether in life or death, they will support you."
"Everyone trusts you. They have entrusted their faith to you."
"Then