Translator: Atlas Studios   Editor: Atlas Studios
As soon as Team Tianluo entered the arena, all the members of Team Luminous Moon and Team Longyu frowned when they saw Luo Shaomo. It was obvious that they were at a loss as to what to do with Luo Shaomo. All of them were thinking that it would be best for this guy to draw the same number as Beiting Huang. It would also be best if Luo Shaomoâs Tianluo Umbrella blindly blasted Beiting Huang to death. That would solve a problem for them.
âLastly, letâs invite the Empire Academyâs Iron Blood Team to go on stage!â The referee glanced helplessly at the Empire Academyâs area and had no choice but to announce it. He really did not understand why the Empire
Academy was not present yet. Wasnât this making things difficult for him?
After shouting three times in a row as part of his routine, the referee lowered his head and did not say anything, as if he was waiting quietly.
When the audience heard the words âIron Bloodâ, they were already extremely excited, especially those girls. All of them were waiting eagerly for Lord Beiting Huang to appear. However, as time passed, no Iron Blood members appeared. Only then did they realize that the Iron Blood Team of the Empire Academy was not present at all.
âWhereâs Team Iron Blood? Ahhh, why isnât my Lord Beiting Huang here yet?!â
âYes, my Bei Ye, my Ninth Huang, my Beiting Huang!â
âIron Blood! Iron Blood! Iron Blood!â
Everyone shouted in unison. The audience seemed to have gone crazy. If
Beiting Huang didnât show up, they wouldnât be allowed to start the show.
The other three teams, who had already appeared in the arena, were embarrassed. Any one of these people was a peerless genius that everyone on the continent should think highly of. But now, they were all ignored in front of the world. All their glory had been snatched away by Beiting Huang alone. How could they accept this?
âHmph, how is the school tournament organized? The time for identity checks has already passed. Teams that havenât come should be disqualified according to tradition. Are you guys preparing to violate the tournamentâs procedures?â Long Yu was the strongest an scolded the referee with a cold expression.
The referee glanced at the rostrum. The ownership of the Demon Spirit Tomb was in Yan City, and he was also a referee appointed by Yan City at the last minute. The Great Elder of the inner courtyard of Yan City had personally come. Without the Great Elderâs permission, how could a small referee like him dare to act in vain?
The Great Elder glanced coldly at Long Yu, slowly turned his head, and slowly said to the dean of the Empire Academy, Nan Ling, âWhatâs going on with your academyâs team? Weâll give you another half an hour. If your team still canât arrive, we can only disqualify your academyâs team from participating!â
The voice of the Great Elder of the inner courtyard resounded throughout the entire Empire Square through the voice transmission crystal. Hearing his words, almost everyone in the audience cheered. As for the three teams, all of them had ugly expressions and were so angry that their bodies were almost on fire.
Biased, blatantly biased!
This was something that had never happened in the Academy League before. There had never been a delay in the competition because of anything, let alone anyone, which affected the entire competition.
This was the first time that such harmful favoritism was shown. It was even more unacceptable than losing this competition.
âHmph! Whatâs the point of competing?â Chu Heng did not even care about the demeanor of a prince. He sneered and shouted at the elder of the inner courtyard of Yan City, âCan Yan City still retain the qualifications to enter the Demon Spirit Tomb even if they lose the competition?â
âThatâs right!â The Central Continent Spiritual Academyâs Luo Shaomo waved the Tianluo Umbrella in his hand as he protested, âDo you want us to directly admit defeat to Lord Beiting Huang and forfeit right from the start? That way, we wonât have to expend any effort and still have to give up the fruits of victory..â