When Qin Siyang and Qin Yingguang emerged from the Combat Arena one after the other, everyone's eyes moved between their faces, hoping to glean some clue.
But Qin Siyang's expression was as still as water, and Qin Yingguang's eyes betrayed no emotional fluctuation.
The winner showed no smugness, and the loser had concealed his disappointment.
Whatever turmoil they had felt inside the Combat Arena, they buried it all the moment they faced the crowd.
Never let most people know exactly what you were thinking. This was neither a sign of strong nerves nor worldly wisdom, but a necessity learned through bloody lessons.
Seeing that Qin Siyang had no intention of speaking, Qin Yingguang was unwilling to waste any more time amid everyone's concerned gazes. He said evenly, "I lost."
Two simple words, utterly matter-of-fact.
Yet to everyone listening, they struck like thunder.
Qin Yingguang had lost?
He had lost a one-on-one fight to Qin Siyang, who had awakened his sequence ability only a year ago?!
"Qin Yingguang lost? Could he have thrown the fight?"
"I think your brain needs draining! Qin Yingguang was clearly fighting seriously today. How could he have thrown it? But why did he lose to Qin Siyang... could Qin Siyang really be that strong?"
"Only those two know what happened during the fight. Who could know how Qin Yingguang lost? All I saw was the drastic change in the faces over in Zone 1."
People from the other zones buzzed with discussion, marveling at the fight's astonishing outcome.
Zone 1, meanwhile, was as silent as students studying in a library. Not a single person spoke. Some stared at Qin Yingguang in astonishment, while others turned their eyes toward Ander. None of them had expected things to turn out this way.
Even Ander had fallen completely silent.