Chapter 117: Unexpected
Next? Everyone is peering at each other. Who else would dare to step up? Even though Tyr appears to be heavily wounded now, he managed to break through the formation of sanctions comparable to an emperor-level strike head-on. Who else dares to step up? If Tyr still has some strength left, wouldn’t it be suicidal to challenge him? There are indeed those with intentions, but no one dares to bet.
The judges below are still somewhat shocked inexplicably until now, and Zamiyah speaks first.
“This little guy belongs to our [Avalon].”
Only the other four can hear the voice, but the greedy intent causes a few to furrow their brows slightly.
However, no one dares to challenge [Avalon]. Even though this is Cyril’s home turf, even with Simira, who has many divine friends, Rafinas naturally agrees with Zamiyah’s opinion.
So, Zamiyah spoke.
“You win, my friend. The Wind Spirit belongs to you, and Mr. Simira will also protect your safety insofar as possible. No one will pry into your life.” Saying this, Simira glanced at the crowd behind him, his gaze seeming as though it could penetrate everything, causing some scheming individuals to pale with fear.
“Alright, let’s end the entertainment here, Master Charles.”
“Wait!” Tyr suddenly spoke, surprising Zamiyah.
“What is it? Is there something else?”
“I want Mr. Simira to admit it in person!” When Tyr said this, the whole venue immediately erupted into commotion. Zamiyah’s mouth twitched slightly, as if he had the urge to laugh, but years of professional experience made him immediately composed. He then turned his gaze towards Simira.
Simira let out a sigh and shook her head slightly.
“I thought that the power of one person is limited, but I forgot that the masses must also have the determination to die without hesitation. Loose morale cannot defeat you. You’ve won this time, I will fulfill my promise,” Simira said without a hint of resentment in her eyes. Perhaps Tyr, with all his cunning, couldn’t perceive it, but at least now Tyr had gotten the message.
There was no trace of resentment in Simira’s eyes. Perhaps Tyr, with all his cunning, couldn’t perceive it, but at least now Tyr had gotten the message.
This was Simira’s response to his casual provocation with her senses at that time!
Tyr nodded, and only then did Zamiyah speak.
“Charles.”
“Yes!” Charles, who had been prepared on the sidelines, walked onto the stage and nodded slightly to Tyr.
“Alright, let’s first ask everyone, are you satisfied with this unexpected battle?”
At first, there was a cold atmosphere among the audience. However, as the planted supporters in the crowd began expressing satisfaction, everyone gradually joined in with loud shouts of approval. Upon careful reflection, it was indeed a splendid battle, and there was no reason not to speak up.
This is the brilliance of a top-notch emcee. A clever emcee never lets there be a dull moment. The reason for planting supporters in the crowd is that people are easily influenced. If those around you aren’t applauding, then you’re less likely to applaud yourself. But if others are applauding, you’re naturally inclined to follow suit. As long as the program is decent, it can usually harness the herd effect of the planted supporters. Word spreads, and eventually, under the overwhelming momentum, a united front emerges.
An emcee doesn’t just study hosting and leadership, they also need to learn the art of kingship.
“Great, as long as everyone’s satisfied. Now, let’s give another round of applause for Mr. 123!”
With the momentum rolling, it was now all about following Charles’s lead.
“Mr. 123, what are your thoughts now?”
“Um…,” Tyr scratched his head, unable to come up with anything to say. Anyway, it was good that it was over. He shrugged casually.
“Alright, then Mr. 123 and Miss Arena, please return to the VIP seats and rest. Let’s welcome the sixth magical girl, Jinlisi, and her warrior Mo Qingting, with the theme of ‘Earth’!”
Tyr knew it was no longer his concern. He beckoned Arena, who timidly followed behind him, keeping her head down and not daring to speak.
“Ah…” Tyr sighed softly, waving his hand dismissively to Arena’s back.
“If you don’t mind the trouble, feel free to follow along.”
Arena slowly lifted her head, looking at Tyr’s figure covered in wounds, feeling incredulous. When she realized what was happening, tears had already started to flow.
“Yes, sir.”
Arena replied, without blame from Tyr or apologies from her. With one person moving forward and the other following, everything was resolved with a single sentence.
Tyr couldn’t help but think that sometimes life might just be that simple.
Simplify… he shook his head. Wasn’t this process of simplification itself a troublesome procedure?
Tyr glanced at his injuries, sighing bitterly, wondering if he could even make it to the VIP viewing area at this rate, when suddenly a thought crossed his mind, his heart suddenly ached, the piercing pain causing Tyr to spit out blood once more, half kneeling on the ground, eliciting gasps from the onlookers, even causing a few judges to furrow their brows slightly.
There’s no time!
At this moment, there’s no time to worry about the relationship between Tyr and Yuehai.
Tyr’s mind shifted, and Yuehai immediately rushed madly towards the stage, Claude was surprised inexplicably, never having seen Yuehai so frantic, but he also followed suit, Xuelian’s expression subtly changed as she glanced at the watchful Ufas beside her, but her raised foot never touched the ground. While Jinlisi was a beat slower than Yuehai, she still followed closely, and for a moment, the crowd surged forward.
