(Fourth update)
The entire arena erupted in clamor because of a single sentence from Yang Ming.
The commentator was so excited that spittle flew from his mouth as he rapidly rattled off:
"Heavens, did I hear that right? Despite being severely injured, Yang Ming actually dared to demand that a dignified Advanced Soul Master Academy surrender before eighty thousand spectators. Did he think the students of Canghui Academy were vegetables at a market for him to trample as he pleased?"
"Based on my personal experience, Canghui Academy will absolutely not accept such humiliation. With their fury burning, the seven Canghui Academy contestants will surely retaliate against Yang Ming with tremendous force. They may even use this to secure victory in the match!"
This commentator clearly had a strong personal bias. Every word he spoke poked at Canghui Academy's nerves, and his hidden meaning was practically spilling out.
Don't chicken out! Just fight!
Unfortunately, the commotion outside could not affect the decisions of Canghui Academy's seven contestants.
The instant they noticed that Yang Ming had activated his Mangekyō Sharingan, the seven contestants hurriedly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze at all.
As the captain, the man who looked prematurely aged, almost thirty, was even more overwhelmed by unease. His eyes flickered repeatedly as thoughts raced through his mind:
This shouldn't be happening. Wasn't Yang Ming severely injured? Where did he get this confidence?
Could he be bluffing us? Was he putting on an empty fortress strategy, already utterly drained and only pretending to be this domineering?
But if that's the case, why did his eyes still take on the form of the Mangekyō? Something isn't right.
When he thought of Shi Nian, one of Canghui Academy's few Soul Saints and the teacher leading their team, who might have died