The entire Arena erupted. A tidal wave of discussion from the stands crashed into everyone's ears as the spectators exclaimed over how terrifying the scene had been!
Three members of the British Team were out!
The British Team, which they had expected to win in a crushing landslide, had actually been the first to lose three members.
Of the two mages left, one was clearly forcing herself to keep going. Against all five members of China's National Team, they had no chance of winning.
People were going to lose their minds. They really were!
Social media exploded, and the reaction within the United Kingdom was nothing short of volcanic. Countless hearts nearly broke at the sight of their beloved young duchess Ailin's slightly haggard face.
Just moments ago, they had held an overwhelming advantage!
"Instructor..." Even Zhe Luo was stunned. He looked anxiously at Sebastian. "Are we still going in?"
But he was far from the only one shocked. The instructors, led by Sebastian, all stared wide-eyed at the Arena in disbelief.
Sebastian admitted that China's National Team was stronger than they had anticipated. He also admitted that he had underestimated them by sending Robert and the other two out...
But this was fucking ridiculous! Even if they had underestimated China, they should never have been whipped around like spinning tops!
That single blizzard had been absurdly powerful. It had knocked out three of their competitors, severely injured Lawrence, and forced Ailin to use her Water Element power and magic equipment.
It was as if absurdity's mother had opened the door for absurdity itself—ridiculous had come all the way home!
Only after a long, long time did Sebastian recover his senses.
He looked at the Arena, where fighting had resumed. Calling it a fight was generous, though; Ailin and Lawrence