No one's gaze lingers on the defeated.
Though Lin Ye's heart stirred, he quickly calmed himself.
He was more curious about the person who could break a proud genius like Zhang Yuqing, forcing her into five consecutive losses and making her cry in public. Just what kind of person was this Jiang Feng?
Just then, a burst of stifled gasps, accompanied by the sharp clang of metal on metal, echoed from the distance.
Lin Ye followed the sound with his eyes.
He saw that Ring One, near the west entrance of the gymnasium, was now surrounded by an impenetrable crowd.
Shouts and cheers rose and fell in waves.
On the ring, two figures were clashing fiercely.
Chen Meng suddenly spoke.
"Go take a look."
"See for yourself what the man who was number one for two straight semesters—and has remained undefeated ever since—looks like, before a dark horse like you burst onto the scene."
Lin Ye nodded and walked forward.
As he got closer, the scene on the ring became clearer.
