Even after Wu Changkong's figure had vanished completely into the depths of the night, the entire gathering remained in an almost frozen silence.
It was as though not only the air, but everyone's voices had frozen as well.
Whether they were Eastsea Academy's teachers and students or the Mecha Pilots who had come with Guang Biao, everything that had just happened had been utterly overwhelming.
That had been a clash between Six-Ring Soul Emperors.
They had seen Thousand-Year Soul Spirits with their own eyes, and they had seen Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.
But what truly baffled them was not any of those outward signs. It was why, when both men had six rings, Wu Changkong had needed only two sword strikes to crush Guang Biao completely.
Guang Biao could not possibly have become the commander of Eastsea City's mecha brigade through luck alone. His combat experience, martial soul strength, and soul power cultivation were unquestionably among the finest of anyone at his level.
Even if his soul ring configuration was inferior to Wu Changkong's, he should not have lost so quickly.
Unless their martial souls, their understanding of combat, and even the battlefields they had truly experienced were on entirely different levels.
"My heartthrob!"
Some girl let out the first shriek.
In the next instant, long-suppressed emotions seemed to ignite on Eastsea Academy's side. In both the Intermediate Division and the Senior Division, people began shouting Wu Changkong's name. Wave after wave of cheers rose higher, sweeping outward like a tide.
The students of First Grade's Class Five were especially excited. Their faces flushed red, their chests puffed out, and their eyes brimmed with undisguised pride.
Aside from someone like Xie Xie, who should never have been in Class Five to begin with, who could genuinely feel good about