The Clown Was Me All Along

A silver needle tore through the air and shot straight into the brow of the commandery vice governor, who was still talking away on the raised platform.

Thud.

The voice came to an abrupt stop, and the white-haired commandery vice governor toppled from the platform.

At the same time, the venue doors spun through the air and crashed into the center of the hall. Dozens of figures in different attire slowly walked in.

"Martial Alliance Elder He Poyun greets you all!" His booming voice echoed throughout the entire venue.

The hall masters exchanged glances, but no one stepped forward. They all wanted someone else to test the waters first.

The spectator stands were nearly full, but it was not because every hall master possessed the resolve to live and die with Jinning.

When they had been informed that the finals might be attacked by a terrorist organization, some hall masters had not wanted to involve themselves at all.

But some hall masters with a strong sense of justice, or those hoping to make a name for themselves, had already signed up. If they did not go, being looked down on would be the least of their worries. They feared that once word got out, they would lose a great many customers.

["Dad, I want to sign up for this martial hall."

"Be good, child. We can't sign up for a martial hall run by cowards and weaklings.

"All the martial halls are fighting the terrorist organization, yet theirs is still hiding away. Bah!"]

Just imagining that scene, they could only force themselves to come in order to prevent such conversations from taking place outside their martial halls in the future.

Seeing that no one moved, someone in the stands let out a long howl. "You're that so-called terrorist organization? You