Hundred Sects Tournament · Golden Core Finals (12)

The floating platform above barely maintained a semblance of harmonious discussion, but in the spectator area below, right beside the arena barrier, the atmosphere had long since turned hostile.

The spot where the Unquenchable Sect disciples had gathered now resembled a volcano on the verge of erupting.

"This is outrageous! Six people against our senior sister! Have they no shame?! Fight her one-on-one if you've got the guts!" A particularly hotheaded young disciple was red in the face, veins bulging at his temples as he waved his fists furiously. If the others hadn't held him back, he might have charged straight into the barrier.

Beside him, the slightly calmer Qi Muluo cautiously tugged his sleeve and reminded him in a small voice, "Senior brother, it's six against two. Twenty-first Senior Brother is up there too."

That only made things worse. The senior brother's anger flared higher, and he swung around to give Qi Muluo a moderately forceful slap on the back of the head, his voice rising an octave. "And six against two is something to be proud of?! Huh?!"

"Exactly!" Other disciples immediately joined in, loudly indignant. "What did our senior sister and senior brother ever do to them? They're not some evil fiends everyone has a duty to kill! Isn't the Hundred Sects Tournament supposed to be about sparring and exchanging ideas? Since when did it become taking turns wearing someone down and ganging up on them? Is there any fairness left at all?!"

"This is absurd! Do they really think we're pushovers?!"

The Undying Flame disciples made no effort to lower their voices. Wave after wave of angry complaints and accusations rang clearly throughout the spectator area.

The disciples from other sects nearby looked embarrassed and distinctly uncomfortable as they listened.

They all understood the reasoning, but