The entire audience was in an uproar.
Over at the seats of Harssas Academy, Wen Dao's face was ashen, and he shakily fished a pill from his pocket, pressing it under his tongue. This match was full of too many unexpected events; it was really driving this old man to the brink.
Luo Jun's veins bulged on his forehead, and after watching the slow-motion replay, he pointed at the screen and cursed:
"I can't believe Cui Tianxiao, that idiot, stepped on the Transmission Array twice in a row! Why doesn't he have this kind of luck when buying lottery tickets? Just see how I'm going to deal with him when we get back!"
Having calmed down, Wen Dao waved at Luo Jun, his tone steady and magnanimous:
"Xiao Luo, don't say that. He didn't want to step on the Transmission Array, it was all unexpected. Let's continue watching the match, keep a calm mindset, or we'll end up being a laughingstock to the other academies!"
