Led by Zhao Longfei, the Southern Glory members made a lap around the arena, basking in the crowd's applause and cheers.
"We're the champions! We're the champions!" Fu Wanli shouted excitedly, over and over.
Ban Dingyuan clapped and cheered beside him. Neither of them held back their joy.
Aside from Fu Wanli and Ban Dingyuan, however, everyone else looked perfectly composed, their expressions unchanged no matter how excited they felt inside.
They presented a picture of poise, neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged by defeat.
Fu Wanli couldn't help asking, "Brother Qin, why isn't everyone celebrating with me?"
"They think people would call them immodest and say they were getting too full of themselves."
Fu Wanli curled his lip. "We won the Championship Tournament, but we can't celebrate? We still have to worry about what other people think and keep it to ourselves? Then what was the point of winning?"
"Exactly, exactly! There's great wisdom in what you said, Fu Wanli!"
Ban Dingyuan wholeheartedly agreed. His eyes shone as he looked at Fu Wanli, as though he had stumbled upon a kindred spirit.
Fu Wanli scratched his nose. "Hehe, Brother Qin and the others say I have great wisdom too! Anyway, Brother Qin, I get why they're worried about what people think, but why aren't you celebrating?"
"Me?" Qin Siyang glanced at Xiao Zhigang on the Presidium, then at Duan Chongfang beside him. "For me, the fight isn't over yet. I'm not in the mood to celebrate."
"That's Brother Qin for you! Always whipping yourself onward so you keep moving forward!"
"...That's a slightly strange way to put it."
"Then why aren't you celebrating, Second Brother Chu?"
Chu Baxing said calmly, "Winning the championship wasn't my achievement. If I celebrated, I'd bring shame on my father."
"Oh... Third Brother Hu,