Not only Long Haochen, but also many contestants from the Assassin Temple and those who had been in Sheng Cai'er's group during the round-robin tournament were alarmed.
They had all witnessed how terrifying Sheng Cai'er was, with her ghostlike speed and utterly fearsome explosive power.
Yet someone they considered a championship contender had been wounded less than a minute into the match.
On the Chairman's Platform, Ying Suifeng, the vice temple master of the Assassin Temple, could not help glaring at Han Ci. "Isn't this boy from your Knight Temple being a little too heavy-handed?"
Han Ci was somewhat surprised as well-by Jiang Feng's strength, of course. He said evenly, "I hate to say it, but isn't your Assassin Temple being far too protective of its own? The match isn't over yet. If she can't beat him, she can concede. The girl has every right to surrender, and no one is stopping her."
"Old Han, I never thought an honest-looking fellow like you would learn to talk back like this. All these years of brotherhood have grown thin after all," Ying Suifeng snorted.
Han Ci chuckled. "That's not my fault. Ask them what nonsense you just spouted and whether you deserved a retort. Go on, tell me I shouldn't have called you out."
Cardinal Weak Water of the Priest Temple covered her mouth and chuckled. Ren Wokuang of the Warrior Temple and Lin Chen of the Magic Temple had no such reservations and burst out laughing.
Grandma Sanshui of the Soul Temple went further, mocking him coldly. "So when someone fights a contestant from your Assassin Temple, they have to make sure not to hurt them?"
"Uh..." Ying Suifeng was speechless. He had only meant to make an offhand complaint, never expecting so many people to fire back.
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