"Ying Ming Hao, you bastard, you've gone too damn far!
You fucking came here to stir up trouble and disrupt the competition on purpose!
And you're blatantly helping that bitch cheat!
I'm not putting up with this! I'm reporting you for this blatant violation of the competition's fairness..."
After his defeat, the Heavenly Prodigy burned with rage. Without another word, he stormed over and confronted Ying Ming Hao.
He was beside himself, his finger trembling with fury as he pointed straight at Ying Ming Hao. His accusations came like machine-gun fire as he listed every one of Ying Ming Hao's supposed crimes!
Yet faced with the Heavenly Prodigy's rebukes and accusations, Ying Ming Hao remained perfectly composed and merely replied breezily:
"A sore loser is a sore loser. Why bother making so many excuses?
At the end of the day, you just weren't good enough."
Those words were like an impossibly sharp sword, mercilessly piercing the Heavenly Prodigy's heart and leaving him in unbearable agony.
"You fucking bastard!
If you hadn't kept interfering and threatening me just now, how could I have lost to that despicable bitch...
Listen up, Ying Ming Hao! If you've got the guts, come fight me for real on the Tournament Platform, and we'll see who brings down the stag!
Anyone who backs down even half a step is a complete coward!"
By now, the Heavenly Prodigy had been driven completely out of his mind with anger. Like an enraged lion, his hair practically stood on end as he roared at the top of his lungs, determined to fight Ying Ming Hao to the death.
"Young master, please think this through! This man is highly skilled, and his strength is unfathomable...
We absolutely mustn't act rashly..."
Seeing the situation turn ugly, Yu Wanchuan hastily caught