The stands of the Great Soul Arena erupted into an uproar.
The spectators and gamblers who had bet heavily on the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team could not accept being ruined. They shouted at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's team leaders' seats, "Useless! Useless! Useless..."
The abuse rose wave after wave, with some of it even turning into personal attacks.
The nobles who had wagered enormous sums looked livid. They tore their betting slips to shreds, itching to charge down from the stands and settle the score with Yu Xiaogang and the others.
As the deafening cries of "Useless!" reached Yu Xiaogang's ears, his face immediately turned the color of pig liver.
He had wanted to wash away the label of "useless," only to find eighty thousand people chanting it at him in unison.
The higher his hopes had been, the more crushing his disappointment was now.
That stark contrast was more than Yu Xiaogang, already deeply conceited and a self-proclaimed master of martial soul theory, could face.
Veins bulged on his forehead. His eyes, which always affected an air of profound wisdom, now held nothing but naked humiliation and panic.
Dai Mubai laughed. "Rongrong, now we're in for a good show! Let's see where that useless Grandmaster can hide his face now!"
Ning Rongrong giggled and nestled into Dai Mubai's arms. "You're so bad. But I like it!"
At the team leaders' seats, Yu Xiaogang stood frozen, his face ashen and his lips trembling. For a long time, he could not utter a single complete syllable.
Liu Erlong reached out to steady his arm and said softly, "Xiao Gang, ignore those people. This was just an accident..."
Yu Xiaogang violently shook off Liu Erlong's hand. Without sparing a thought for the seven unconscious team members still lying on the