Chapter 203: Secret Deal (1/2)
Chapter 203: Secret Deal
“Five-three, Holy Dawn Academy wins against Silver Trout Academy!”
They clearly saw what had happened, but in the stands, the students from Holy Dawn and from the other Academies in St. Lauren were all filled with a sense of incredulity.
“We won!”
“We’re finally in the last eight!”
It took more than a dozen seconds for the stands to finally erupt.
“This guy, he really did it.”
In the stands, looking at the jubilant Team Holy Dawn, Ivan felt a lump in his throat.
“Charlotte, don’t you forget about that thing now,” Wilde suddenly told Charlotte.
“What thing?” Charlotte looked at him, a little baffled. She saw Wilde and the others winking and such, and suddenly understood what these guys were talking about.
“You guys!” Her face flushed red.
…
Rinsyi left the arena without uttering a single word.
His face wasn’t that different from usual, but those familiar with him on Team Golden Stag could feel a dangerous aura coming from him. Hill liked to taunt him usually, but even he didn’t dare say anything.
“Rinsyi, may we ask your opinion about Team Silver Trout’s defeat to Team Holy Dawn?”
“Rinsyi, are you feeling any pressure from Holy Dawn’s performance today, especially from Chris and Rinloran?”
Some reporters crowded their way as soon as they exited the arena, all of them talking at once.
“Go away!”
Rinsyi’s mood became extremely foul after hearing the words Holy Dawn Holy Dawn repeated nonstop. He rudely shoved away two men standing in his way and directly left.
“Is the lack of comment a tacit agreement?”
However, the reporters gathered there still didn’t want to drop the matter. They pursued him and asked, “Are you feeling hugely pressured by Holy Dawn Academy, is that why you’re in such a bad mood?”
“What the hell are you saying!”
Rinsyi’s face suddenly twisted.
Before those beside him could even see him move, he’d already grabbed the throat of the reporter with the sharpest and loudest questions, lifting him up.
“Huff… Huff…”
The reporter couldn’t breathe at all. His face turned purple. Terror flashed through his eyes.
At the edge of his vision, Rinsyi spotted the figure of a patrolling arcane master hurling himself his way, but he still didn’t let go of the reporter. His said, his voice chilling to the bone, “We’re being pressured by a team with a broken arm? You must be really eager to taste what death feels like, or else you wouldn’t have the balls to talk to me like this.”
Rinsyi coldly threw away the man when the patroller was less than twenty meters away, before leaving without looking back even once.
“This guy, just now he looked like he was really going to kill someone.”
The reporters behind him were all drenched in cold sweat. They couldn’t find the courage to follow him anymore.
“Hahahaha, I’m fighting second next time! Team Golden Stag? With my wise handsome godly self going on stage, what’s a mere Team Golden Stag?” An especially arrogant voice came from behind them just then. Rinsyi and the other members of Team Golden Stag stopped in their tracks and looked back.
“It’s that guy again?”
This time, even Hill and the others felt in a foul mood.
They saw the reporters from Breith Magazine surround a Stingham who’d just exited the arena, firing question after question at him. None of the other members of Team Holy Dawn were even there.
“They changed the schedule of the tournament, so now there’s a lot less time between each match. With Chris and Rinloran heavily wounded, they shouldn’t be able to recover in time for the next round. Are you guys really confident you can beat your next opponent, even if it happens to be Team Golden Stag?”
“Haha, we’re going to meet Team Golden Stag for sure in the next round, because my prayers are very effective. I’m going to pray again before the quarterfinals’ draw, so we’re a hundred percent fighting Team Golden Stag next.” Stingham laughed like a madman, his hands on his hips. “What does it matter if Chris and Rinloran are wounded or not? With a genius like me on the scene, are they even needed? In the next match, countless girls are definitely going to go wild and scream my name.”
“Are you really going fighting second?”
“Of course. I think the first one to fight will probably be that Moss guy. He’s only good for taking a beating, so my genius self is going to steal the show for the whole match next time.”
“…”
“Is this guy really a moron?” Hearing Stingham’s mad laughter, even the flirty “Black Widow Huntress” Megan couldn’t help but say, a little speechless, “The fighting order is something top secret, something you definitely can’t leak before the match begins. Does he think that we’re going to believe him just because he says it? He’s even talking about his amazing prayers, that he can meet whatever team he wants to meet. Why did he even come to fight in the tournament then, just directly pray for some divine inheritance items to fall from the sky instead.”