"Tianming actually lost!"
Although this was hardly unexpected, everyone from the Cang Mountain Academy still felt caught off guard when it actually happened.
He had lost in such a humiliating fashion.
He had lost the moment he stepped onto the platform.
The people from the Wudong Training Institute targeted him far too precisely. They completely countered Senior Brother Ye from the very beginning. They must have done a great deal of homework before the match.
Watching Gan Heng receive the cheers of victory on the platform, Fang Qianyuan thought this to himself.
In stark contrast to Gan Heng, Ye Tianming left with Ba Ming supporting him. Sweat covered his head, his face was pale, and he looked so weak that he might collapse on the spot.
Seeing the tangled mixture of anger, defiance, pain, and helplessness on Ye Tianming's face, Fang Qianyuan felt as though he could understand what was going through his mind.
Ye Tianming probably felt even worse inside.
It made sense. Ye Tianming had once been the Cang Mountain Academy's foremost genius. Not only had Fang Qianyuan defeated him, but now, upon coming to the sect for the grand tournament, he had suffered another blow like a cudgel to the head. The setback must have hit him hard.
Everyone has to face setbacks. Years from now, will you still be the same cold, proud, exceptionally gifted genius, Ye Tianming? Fang Qianyuan wondered silently.
Everyone at the Cang Mountain Academy paid attention to Ye Tianming and valued him, but within the sect as a whole, he was merely an ordinary competing disciple. The matches therefore suffered no delay and continued after the usual break.
After another match between other training institutes, Kong Chongshan and Wu Longjie took the stage in succession.
They faced disciples ranked second and third