"How is that possible?"
"It's absolutely impossible!"
The newcomers watching the battle in disbelief, some didn't speak, but their eyes were already bulging.
"Even the most devilishly talented geniuses couldn't possibly learn another's secret technique that took years of hard practice on the spot."
"Yeah, this kind of mimicry ability is terrifying."
"I thought only that what's-it-called 'Sharingan' from past generations of anime possessed this kind of ability; how did this guy do it?"
"No way, this guy must have been exposed to this kind of technique before; it's impossible to learn it in the midst of battle." Some shook their heads repeatedly, as Xu Baiday, who was known to possess the Ancient Spirits of a bewitching fairy, analyzed calmly and coolly.
The previous battle between Luo Yu, Chang Shengshan, and Huo Tongtian had merely surprised Xu Baiday, but seeing Luo Yu easily display eight lifelike illusions, he too was filled with a succession of question marks – something unimaginable for an ordinary person to achieve.
The seniors, who had been broadcasting before, were dumbfounded at the emergence of the unknown Luo Yu who suddenly flaunted such terrifying abilities.
All were taken aback.
They clutched their chests in pain.
"No way, this guy isn't going to make it into the top ten, is he? I've never heard of such a fierce individual before."
"Yeah, I bet none of us older students thought this kid could make the top ten."
Bai Feng and Li Heizi had already been staring at the live broadcast.
Li Heizi said blankly, "Old Bai, is this the newbie you said seemed a bit off in the head?"
"Have you ever seen a newbie who didn't quite have it together learn an opponent's specialty in a matter of minutes during combat?"
Bai Feng stood there, mouth agape in confusion.
It felt like millions of alpacas were trampling through his heart, indescribable emotions overwhelmed him.
"Don't ask me, I'm totally flabbergasted now."
"Who would've thought that this guy, who seemed so unspectacular, could be so formidable?"
"We're screwed, I'm gonna lose big time, my more than three hundred points..." Li Heizi clutched his chest, in so much pain he thought he'd die.
Bai Feng shook his head, "Losing big, not necessarily, this guy is indeed a dark horse, and he might just secure a spot in the top ten, but we bet on ten spots, getting one wrong isn't a big deal."
Li Heizi breathed a sigh of relief, "You do have a point, that makes me feel a lot better, but that said, didn't that newbie advise you to bet on him for second place?"
Bai Feng's just relieved heart sank once more, his face twisted in anguish.
Li Heizi gave him a meaningful look, "If you had listened to him, even if you'd guessed just one person right, you'd have won points."
"Moreover, nobody probably bet on this newbie breaking into the top ten, let alone guessing second place. If you were the only one who guessed right, that would've been a huge win. You'd have hit the jackpot."
"Stop it, stop it!!!" Bai Feng yanked his hair in frustration and regret.
"It's not my fault, alright? That kid randomly placed a bet on ten names, without thinking it through, and he bet a thousand points at once, with such bold moves, who would dare to follow his lead?"
Li Heizi cast a profound glance.
"Before, I thought you made some sense, thinking that kid was just a dumb rich boy. But now..."
He pointed to Luo Yu, who was conversing with the campus goddess Diao Lingluo in the live broadcast: "Now, I'm beginning to suspect this newbie actually has real confidence in himself."
Bai Feng shook his head.
"Not necessarily, second place isn't that easy to claim; consecutive battles must have taken their toll on him, and Li Zhenyue is still eagerly awaiting his turn."
"I don't believe this guy can stand against the Military God who has the prowess of the Ancient Spirits and has been through the crucible of war."
"Yeah," Li Heizi didn't argue: "Even if he wins by fluke, others might not miss the chance to challenge him."
"You know, in the arena, you have no right to refuse a challenge; as long as someone calls you out, you must answer the fight. The rules are just brutal."
"Let's just watch the match. This woman is definitely going to lose." Bai Feng looked toward the live broadcast, the corners of his mouth twitching imperceptibly.
He said he didn't regret it, but his heart was full of regret, wanting to cry.
Why didn't he listen to the newcomer and bet on him?
"You...how did you do that?" Diao Lingluo's lips parted, her voice slightly hoarse with disbelief.
Because her Guanghan Immortal Technique was something her father had obtained by the skin of his teeth from the Ancient Ruins, probably nonexistent elsewhere.
Moreover, the most important part was, the introduction to this Ancient heritage technique expressly stated that only women could practice it.
And they must be women of stunning beauty.
The guy opposite her hardly looked like a woman, nor was he handsome; his appearance was very ordinary.
Yet during combat, she felt a sense of familiarity with him.
Luo Yu shrugged his shoulders, smiling:
"Sorry 'bout that."
"I liked the look of your special technique, so I fancied a try at imitating it."
As for what the spectators were feeling, Diao Lingluo had no idea, but at that moment, she was speechless, at a loss for words.
Was her technique, which took years of hard practice to master, learned by him in less than a quarter of an hour?
What then were all her years of effort?
Absurd!
Is the gap between people really this vast?
"I won't concede defeat," Diao Lingluo bit her lip, her gaze resolute, as she charged at Luo Yu once more.
Her graceful body shifted unpredictably in the ring's space, like nine celestial maidens dancing ethereally, hiding lethal attacks amidst her stunning poses.
"Good timing."
Luo Yu unleashed the imitated technique, moving nimbly, with eight illusions branching out simultaneously. Unlike Diao Lingluo's graceful and beautiful actions, his were vigorous and domineering; the eight images resembled the chaos of demons, striking back in offense.