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The sight made the entire audience hold their breath, while an uproar erupted inside the VIP room.
"Motherfuckers! Is Canghui such a sore loser? How dare they threaten our Chang'an students in public!"
Wang Wei's furious roar shook the crystal chandelier. He slammed a hand onto the table and sprang to his feet, shattering the table yet again.
Soul power surged around him, and the phantom of an Earth Bear loomed behind him. His enraged spiritual pressure set every teacup in the room rattling.
He turned and charged toward the carved doors. With every step, cracks spread across the bluestone floor. "That bastard Shi Liuguang has already made his move! Do they really think Chang'an has no one to stand up for it?! That old bastard Lian Changzhi, fucking-"
The vice dean in charge of security bristled with fury, his eyes blood-red. A string of afterimages trailed in his wake.
The VIP room was barely a hundred paces from the arena's protective barrier, yet now that distance seemed like an impassable chasm.
Not only were there floor-to-ceiling windows, but the blazing sun outside gilded the crowd into a golden tide. Spectators swarmed like ants drawn to meat, blocking the passage so tightly that not even water could trickle through.
And the transparent barrier, its runes flowing across its surface, still stood firm. Like an inverted golden bell, it sealed the entire arena without leaving a single gap.
Wang Wei therefore could not break through the window. He could only run.
The other Soul Douluos' expressions changed as well. The deans from the Northern Four Commanderies, in particular, looked as black as the bottoms of cooking pots.