72: Chapter 72 Bullying Others

Bai Ruoxue lightly knitted her brows, her holy eyes filled with disappointment; such a mindset and breadth of vision were simply unworthy of ranking among Quanzhou's top prodigies.

Amidst the uproarious uproar and disdain across the skies, the head referee's expression remained indifferent, and from beginning to end, he didn't spare even a single glance to the frantic and sophistical Ye Feng.

In the face of absolute arena facts, any struggle was futile.

He said in a deep voice, his authoritative tone settling down to finalize the verdict: "In this battle, Ye Feng's divine kingdom suffered an invasion by enemy kin, its territory was damaged, its vitality completely extinguished, and its main legions were nearly wiped out; it has suffered a thorough defeat. The result of the match requires no debate."

"I hereby formally pronounce—Lin Ye wins!"

As the words fell, the irresistible divine light of the match rules crashed down, completely locking in the result of this battle.

The dust had settled!

Ye Feng's entire body stiffened, his pupils contracting sharply, and the whole person felt as if struck by lightning, freezing in place as bone-deep despair and shame instantly engulfed his entire body.

The result he feared most had ultimately come after all.

Even if he fought to the death to play the rogue and refused to acknowledge the debt, it still couldn't change the fact that he had lost to Lin Ye.

Meanwhile, Lin Ye stood rooted to the spot, his baleful aura slightly restrained, and his scarlet eyes coldly swept over the collapsed and losing-composure Ye Feng, with only icy coldness in the bottom of his heart.

Lin Ye slowly lifted his steps, walking step by step toward the stiff and pale-faced Ye Feng; the lingering baleful aura around his body was slightly chilly, and his eyes, which had yet to fade of their bloodshot hue, locked onto the other party fixedly, chillingly piercing.

"Before the match, you and I set the rule that the loser must kowtow and admit their mistake in public."

Lin Ye's voice was clear and cold, echoing through the entire dead-silent arena without a shred of mercy: "Now that victory and defeat have been decided, a willing gambler must accept the loss. Give me..."

"Kneel down!!!"

These two simple words, like two huge mountains, heavily pressed down on Ye Feng's heart.

His entire body was stiff, his face burning fiercely, while countless disdainful, teasing, and mocking gazes nailed themselves fiercely onto him; embarrassment, shame, and despair intertwined, almost completely crushing his arrogance.

But he gritted his teeth fiercely, his limbs stiff as he stood rooted to the spot, stubbornly refusing to bend his knees no matter what.

Kowtowing in public would be an indelible stain for the rest of his life; from now on, he would never be able to hold his head high again within the entire prefecture city's prodigy circle, reduced to a millennium-long laughingstock, which was a bottom line he could never accept.

Just as Ye Feng was stubbornly holding on and the situation was at a stalemate, from the VIP leadership seats, a steady, authoritative middle-aged male voice carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression suddenly came over, piercing through the clamor of the venue and steadily landing upon the arena.

"Little friend, where one can forgive, let others off."

As the words fell, the entire audience instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw that right in the middle of the seating area, a middle-aged man dressed in formal attire with a composed demeanor was sitting slowly; his brows and eyes naturally carried the coercion of a superior, and faint divine halos lingered around his body, his aura far surpassing all the instructors and officials present.

He was none other than Ye Feng's biological grandfather, a mid-to-high-level leader wielding real power in the prefecture city—Ye Wujiang.

No one expected that Ye Wujiang would personally step forward to bail Ye Feng out.

Lin Ye tilted his head, his gaze sweeping coldly toward the VIP seats, showing not a shred of awe towards the powerful and wealthy, only bone-deep coldness and ridicule as he loudly retorted: "Spare others where possible?!"

"I'd like to ask this leader, back when Ye Feng secretly laid out plans and repeatedly sent people to assassinate me and take my life, why didn't you come out and say to spare others where possible?!"

Every word was clanging and resonant, instantly pulling the atmosphere of the entire venue back to extreme tension!

Ye Wujiang's expression darkened slightly, the coercion around his body quietly unfurling as he looked at Lin Ye with an indifferent gaze, his tone carrying undeniable partiality and aggressiveness: "Young friend, speech must be based on evidence."

"The so-called hiring killers and secret assassinations are merely your one-sided words; without proof or evidence, that is groundless slander against my Ye family's descendants, pure nonsense."

Occupying a high position and being deeply scheming, with a single sentence he directly overturned all the dark history, and using the excuse of no evidence, he completely wiped away all of Ye Feng's shady and sordid deeds, forcefully trying to clear Ye Feng of all criminal responsibility.

Watching the other party's blatant partiality and black-is-white rhetoric, Lin Ye suddenly laughed out of extreme anger, the killing intent in the depths of his eyes fierce, and his laughter icy and bone-deep.

"Good, good, good! What a piece of pure nonsense, what a powerful and wealthy rhetoric!"

Lin Ye uttered three 'good's in succession, the anger in his chest surging, but he gradually reined in the intention of forcing the other party to kneel.

He instantly figured everything out.

With this real-power grandfather backing him up, it was fundamentally impossible for Ye Feng to kneel and admit his mistake in public.

His coercion just now was merely futile; with an arrogant, paranoid Ye Feng who viewed face as more important than life, plus a grandfather with monstrous power and willful favoritism, how could they possibly let him suffer public humiliation?

Since kowtowing humiliation couldn't be done, he would change to another method of revenge—a more thorough, more irresolvable revenge that could make the Ye family ache to their very bones.

"Since your Ye family is bullying others with power and stubbornly refuses to admit mistakes, I don't want these three loud kowtows anymore."

Lin Ye reined in all his sharpness, turning around and intending to walk off the arena, his posture free and easy, yet concealing an ultimate chill.

But the moment his steps moved, Ye Wujiang's voice came from behind once again, abruptly calling him to a halt with an official aggressiveness and deliberate manipulation: "Young friend, stay your steps."

"The match has already ended, victory and defeat have been decided, and grievances should end here."

"During your match just now, a large amount of baleful aura and plague origin was left lingering within my grandson's divine kingdom; now that the event has concluded, I must ask young friend to make a move and clear them all out completely, so as not to affect the fairness of subsequent matches."

As soon as these words came out, the entire audience instantly understood Ye Wujiang's intentions.

He seemed magnanimous in bailing him out, but in reality, he had long discovered the hidden danger of Ye Feng's divine kingdom being eroded by the plague and its vitality cut off; stepping in to call a halt at this moment was precisely to force Lin Ye to make a move to resolve the future trouble and completely cure the damage to Ye Feng's divine kingdom.

Hearing this, Lin Ye paused his steps, slowly turning back with a smile of extreme evil charm and all-knowing coldness hooking up on his face.

He raised his eyes to look at Ye Wujiang on the VIP seats, his tone teasing yet carrying piercing mockery: "Lord Ye is a high-ranking official with real power in the prefecture city, and furthermore a top expert of the true god realm, with heaven-defying means and profound cultivation."

"A mere bit of baleful aura and a bit of plague are nothing more than a flick of the hand for you; why deliberately make things difficult for a younger student like me? You can clear it away with a wave of your hand, why look for me?"

Seemingly respectful words were actually filled with irony in every sentence, directly kicking the ball back.

Lin Ye was incomparably clear and incomparably certain in his heart.

This period of tragic tug-of-war had long allowed the plague origin and baleful aura of the thirty thousand Plague Seed Mosquitos to thoroughly follow the veins of the divine kingdom contract, rooting themselves into every inch of territory, every wisp of spiritual vein, and every inch of fertile soil in Ye Feng's divine kingdom.

If it had been earlier, it could still have been completely cleared, but now, an outsider clearing it would definitely have to pay an extremely heavy price!

Today's plague and baleful aura were no longer surface-level infections; they had completely taken root, sprouted, and integrated into the origin.

Let alone simple removal, even if Ye Wujiang of the true god realm personally made a move, he could only temporarily suppress it and could not completely eradicate it!

Today's battle, from the very beginning, he never intended to just win a single match.

What he wanted was to cripple Ye Feng's lifelong Dao path, destroy all the foundations built by the Ye family pouring in one-fifth of their resources, and make this high-and-mighty Ye family prodigy's divine kingdom rot from then on, never advancing an inch, and reduced to a useless cripple for the rest of his life!

On the arena, the youth's figure was lean and slender, his smile evil and charming, yet the depths of his eyes held a bleak, icy, and absolute control.