The cheers around them did not die down because of the guests' remarks. Instead, they grew even louder. Exactly! Hadn't they come here to see Qin Fen's Mechanism Arts? That was what many European spectators thought. Even more viewers had gathered in front of their televisions because of Qin Fen's heroic deeds, and now the two guests were playing off each other perfectly.
They had put it so well. Wasn't everyone waiting for him to appear? All of Europe erupted over Qin Fen's words of encouragement.
Though many people had wanted to see Qin Fen strike back, taking the opposite approach gave him an even more regal air. It was more unconventional, more effortless. Sincere encouragement showed far more confidence than bluster. It was a quiet kind of dignity.
There was even less need to mention the reaction back home. Qin Fen's approach lacked the swaggering arrogance of someone challenging the world, but it was far more befitting a host. As a Chinese man, he ought to show the bearing of a great nation! He seemed to exert no pressure on his opponent, yet there was an irresistible authority about him, the poise of someone who could laugh and chat through any storm.
Domineering power astonished people, but kingly bearing won their respect.
The entire venue had exploded with excitement. The competition had not even begun, yet the atmosphere had already reached its peak.
Qin Fen felt helpless. Looking at the expressions of those around him, he felt even more helpless. I seriously didn't do that on purpose. Was I supposed to tell hundreds of millions of viewers, "Just you wait, punk"? Or put on airs and snort? Should I have said, "I hope you won't disappoint me"?
That would have been petty. As an Imperial Lord, could he really