"Forty percent! Can’t go lower." Huo Tongtian clenched his teeth, his eyes turning red as if it were the limit of his pride.
Lyu Chan clapped her hands, "Please, no more asking. Aren’t we just humiliating ourselves? I can’t handle this blow; let’s drop the topic here."
"Yes, no more questions." Li Mushen also gave a wry smile to stop it, afraid his Dao heart would collapse.
Diao Lingluo, however, remained silent the entire ti, her watery, fairy-like Beautiful Eyes earnestly gazing at Luo Yu so intently that it made Luo Yu feel embarrassed, yet the girl’s eyes were free of any impurities, seemingly just purely admiring.
As Luo Yu turned his gaze towards her, Diao Lingluo saluted and said:
"Congratulations!"
"Divine Child."
"I rember you, the talent who awakened last ti at Tianjing Square," Luo Yu said warmly.
Diao Lingluo’s eyes curved with joy.
"The Divine Child rembers ."
Luo Yu chuckled in surprise.
"If I couldn’t rember that, I might need to get checked for Alzheir’s."
Diao Lingluo shook her head vigorously.
"Impossible!"
"You mustn’t speak of yourself that way; the Divine Child is in the pri of his life."
Huo Tongtian, Li Mushen, and Lyu Chan imdiately turned their heads, staring straight at Diao Lingluo, keenly sensing sothing off about this girl.
They were all imrsed in the pain of defeat; why was this girl so cheerful?
For Diao Lingluo, her mindset was similar to that of a successful fan; just being able to compete in the sa arena with the man she idolized made her happy.
As for being defeated.
Is it embarrassing to lose to the male god she admired?
Isn’t that to be expected?
"Getting a bit tired, let’s all go ho and sleep," Luo Yu said casually, waving his hand and ready to leave the arena.
Li Qingfeng obediently followed behind Luo Yu, not expressing any personal opinions, completely following Luo Yu’s pace.
However, as soon as Luo Yu stepped off the arena, he was surrounded by a swarm of dia reporters.
Flashes of caras and microphones were thrust forward.
"Divine Child, I am a reporter from Jingji dia, may I have a short interview with you?"
"No, you may not." Luo Yu bluntly refused, without stopping his steps, and continued to walk away.
The reporters were very professional, and even though they were refused, they were not willing to give up, desperately trying to get useful information.
They followed closely behind Luo Yu.
"May I ask how you feel about fighting through a bloody battle and eventually winning the title of Martial Champion in the Great Capital Province?"
Luo Yu gestured with his hand.
"Let correct you, there was no bloody battle, nor did I snatch victory; it was quite ordinary, nothing special, just a normal win."
The reporter was montarily speechless.
"Just a normal win..."
If it weren’t for their professionalism, they might have ended the interview right there from being at a loss for words.
"What do you think of the four opponents you fought against?"
"Very good, great." Luo Yu succinctly replied.
"The Divine Child really is stingy with words." The reporter followed up with a laugh, sticking around like a plaster.
Luo Yu turned his head with an expressionless look:
"I’m already giving you the brush-off, and you still want to butter up?"
"The Divine Child is joking. May I ask how you feel about this victory?" Despite being snubbed, the reporter still maintained a signature smile, as if to say, sorry, your snubbing is futile, I am a professional, and under normal circumstances, I won’t give up the interview.
Luo Yu shook his head.
"No thoughts."
"The re Martial Champion title is not worth ntioning."
With those words, the reporters were dumbfounded.
They had interviewed countless martial examinees over the years, but Luo Yu was the first to speak so arrogantly; no one had dared to say such things before.
The Martial Champion not worth ntioning?
Then what is worth ntioning?
The tens of thousands of spectators who were unwilling to leave the venue were also in an uproar.
"Aweso!"
"The Divine Child is too cool; even the Martial Champion seems like nothing to him."
"Aweso? He’s blatantly showing off!"
"Wow, he’s so cool; I’m so in love." Many young city girls had already crossed their nylon-stockinged legs and high heels, with peach blossoms blooming in their Beautiful Eyes.
"Is being cool against the law? So cool, so arrogant, I love it!"
Among the reporters, one was eager to ask, "You’re so confident, does your family know?"
After so thought, he decided not to ask.
After all, let alone the Divine Child, they couldn’t afford to provoke his grandfather even more.
Luo Yu stopped his steps that were heading outwards, turned his head, and looked seriously at the surrounding caras, microphones, and reporters.
He said,
"Don’t ask these aningless questions anymore."
"The purpose of the news is to help the public understand the facts, to educate and inspire, not to gossip."
"Being a Martial Champion is nothing to ntion."
"In the Great Capital Base Province, being the Martial Champion of the whole country only proves that you have a bit of personal strength. To truly prove oneself, you should be capable of protecting a family or protecting the people of Our Great Xia. That is what’s truly impressive and worth celebrating."
Luo Yu’s tone was very normal, yet the reporters fell silent, the tens of thousands of spectators fell silent, and even the onlookers in front of the TV said nothing.
Within the VIP room, the bigwigs who were the guardians of Great Xia clapped and cheered.
"Well said!"
"Worthy of being Our Great Xia’s Godson, he speaks with such a high standard."
"What is vision? This is vision!"
Luo Yu ignored the reporters who were still standing there in shock and continued to walk outside. He had just taken two steps when he looked back:
"Oh, right."
"Since the caras are here, then I’ll say sothing to the prodigies of Great Xia."
"There’s no need to challenge , or to set as a target, that’s aningless. If you want to compete with , then compete in slaying gods."
"Slay... slay... slaying gods?"
One by one, the reporters’ bodies shook, and their speech was shaky.
Professional conduct was shattered.
Luo Yu affird:
"Yes, slaying gods!"
"We, the descendants of Yan Huang, should have lofty ambitions. What skill is there in internal strife? If you must slay, then slay gods!"
"Kill until no one from outside dares to covet Our Great Xia."
The reporters with caras on their shoulders, and microphones in their hands, couldn’t keep from trembling.
It was really because Luo Yu’s words were too bold.
Who doesn’t know that gods are high and unreachable,
And that there is an insurmountable rift between them and Mortals?
And yet, today, Luo Yu openly proclaid he would slay gods? Wasn’t he afraid of angering the foreign gods?
At that mont, countless people beca agitated.
So were worried that Luo Yu’s words would anger the recovering gods and bring enmity.
Others cheered loudly, extrely excited, feeling that the Godson’s proclamation was deafening, truly worthy of being Great Xia’s number one Divine Child.
He ought to have the courage to swallow the heavens.
"To slay gods..."
Huo Tongtian mused to himself while trailing behind, his head bowed.
"The gap between him and was not just in strength, but also in..." he looked up at Luo Yu, his gaze focused, and uttered the last two words: "Courage."
Li Mushen shook his head repeatedly: "To slay gods, such grand ambition, he really dares to dream."
Diao Lingluo’s eyes shone even brighter.
"While others are desperately trying to compete for the title of Martial Champion, has he already set his sights on such a high position?"
"That’s truly incredible."
At that ti, a young reporter, who looked like he was new to the job, asked an immature question.
"Divine Child, what’s your biggest feeling about participating in this competition, can you tell us?"
Luo Yu, with his back turned, had already walked out of the crowd.
He did not look back, and his sonorous voice carried from upfront.
"I ca, I conquered, I left."
Just a simple nine words, but they were like a hamr, seemingly engraved upon everyone’s soul, making those who heard them tremble in their souls.
They felt an indomitable confidence, an indescribable assurance.
And they felt more so, that the other party truly didn’t care about winning the title of Martial Champion, that his attitude was utterly casual and truly indifferent.
Who in the world could possess such a detached state of mind, such an invincible attitude?
"Is this... the Divine Child?"
Soone murmured, gazing at the receding figure of Luo Yu as if seeing him for the first ti.
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