"Holy shit, they just left?!" Pang Lai was so agitated by what he saw that he instinctively stood up and slapped the table.
With twelve people surrounding them and Zhe Luo and Weston from the British Team heading their way as well, Mo Fan's trio was practically as good as injured and eliminated.
They had finally run into three teammates, only for all three to turn around and leave out of fear?!
"Why are all the contestants this year like this?!"
Remembering Lu Yilin, who had nearly gotten his precious apprentice killed, Han Ji let out a heavy breath.
"That's rather disappointing," Shao Zheng said.
When someone of his standing said he was disappointed, it meant far more than simple disappointment.
"Since when have the Chinese become cowards who value their own lives above everything else?" Min Wu frowned as well.
Mu Gong, the Mu Clan representative seated near the officials, had gone green with fury.
Even without seeing the officials' expressions, he knew just how big a public outcry this scene would cause!
Disgraceful. Absolutely disgraceful!
No matter how much bad blood there was between them, they should at least have put on a show at a time like this—cast a few spells and take a few hits before leaving!
Had that little bastard Mu Tingying forgotten that she represented the entire Mu Clan?!
Running away openly before the fighting even started could, in harsher terms, make her a traitor who traded national dignity for personal gain, and that label would be slapped straight onto the entire Mu Clan.
Although the Mu Clan was hardly an upright family, they had always maintained an impeccable public image and earned countless honors. Now a younger member of their family, recommended as a National Team contestant, had turned out to be a