183: Chapter 183 Who among you got matched with Jiang You?

Meanwhile, the broadcast room in the central spectator hall had descended into total chaos.

"Director Ma! Something big happened! Something big happened!"

The young broadcast technician responsible for monitoring data had fingers flying across the keyboard, creating a blur. Looking at the dozens of red high-energy alerts lighting up simultaneously in front of him, he was completely stunned:

"Seed Pool No. 1... exploded!"

"What's going on?"

Director Ma had just taken a sip of goji berry water and hadn't even swallowed it yet when the scene on the screen made him spit it out in shock.

The monitoring area for Pool 1, which usually only had a few sporadic battles, was now like a string of lit firecrackers, popping with red [In Combat] indicators everywhere!

"Class A's Xie Fuyao vs. Class B's Cong Nanshan!"

"Class A's Gu Changfeng vs. Class F's Lu Xingye!"

"..."

A long list of matchups, each worthy of being a grand finale, densely filled the screen.

"What... what the hell is going on?"

Director Ma stared dumbfounded, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose:

"Aren't these top-tier experts from the junior and senior years usually like kings who never meet, avoiding each other on purpose?"

"Why are they all hitting the match button at the same time, as if they'd planned it?"

"Is this a premature grand finale?"

The broadcast technician beside him was sweating profusely, clutching the controller to switch camera angles, completely at a loss:

"Director! These are all spotlight matches!"

"Xie Fuyao's side is a peak duel of spirit techniques! Lu Xingye's side is fighting with sparks and lightning!"

"Which match should we put on the main screen?"

"The audience is about to explode; they're saying they can't keep up!"

Director Ma looked at the screen full of special effects and data, feeling a headache coming on.

When happiness comes too suddenly, it can sometimes be a disaster.

With so many heavy hitters fighting, showing one means missing the exciting moments of another.

"Switch... switch to split-screen!"

Director Ma gritted his teeth and made a decisive call:

"Set the main screen to a nine-grid layout! Put all the S-rated battles up there!"

...

The list on the big screen kept refreshing.

Almost all of them were clashes between the strong!

Seniors fighting juniors, Class A fighting Class B; it was all the top combat power in Pool 1 pecking at each other!

And that name everyone was watching—[Jiang You]—was like a ghost, never appearing on the battle list.

"Where is he?"

"Where did Jiang You go?"

"Did he get a bye?"

Just as all the experts who had entered the combat pods were dumbfounded, having to bite the bullet and fight their strong opponents to the death,

inside the lounge hall,

"Hiss—" a soft sound.

The highly anticipated combat pod door slowly opened.

Jiang You crawled out slowly, a hint of apology on his face, even wiping the corner of his mouth.

"Oh my, sorry everyone."

Jiang You looked at the empty hall and the rows of "red names" fighting fiercely on the big screen, and shrugged:

"I just suddenly remembered... I didn't get enough of that mousse cake. I didn't feel full, and it's easy to get hypoglycemia when fighting."

"So I figured... I might as well cancel the match and eat my fill first."

After saying this, amidst the knowing gazes of the Class F group and the admiring eyes of Hao Yun, he swaggered back to the food counter, picked up a piece of cake, and ate it happily.

While eating, he pointed at the big screen and commented:

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this Senior Xie, he's ruthless. Playing with his water-type Supernatural Ability like a tsunami."

"Oh, Senior Cong Nanshan isn't bad either. If that punch lands, it'll probably cause a concussion."

"Fight! Well fought! This is youth! This is passion!"

Xiang Batian's mouth twitched. Looking at the big shots on the screen who had hit the match button to "teach Jiang You a lesson" only to end up forced to kill each other and reveal all their trump cards, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Ruthless... too ruthless..."

"Brother Jiang's move of the Empty Fort Strategy combined with driving the tiger to devour the wolf... he's treating the school's top experts like monkeys!"

"Is this the wisdom of an SSS-rank powerhouse? Subduing the enemy without fighting—this is the highest level!"

These proud geniuses of the school, in the end, paid a heavy price for their impulsiveness, becoming "dinner entertainment videos" in Jiang You's eyes.

Time ticked by. With the final battle on the big screen—the peak duel between Xie Fuyao and Cong Nanshan—coming to an end, the virtual battles in the entire Seed Pool No. 1 temporarily concluded.

"Hiss—" "Hiss—" On the right side of the lounge, the row of combat pods representing the school's top combat power opened almost simultaneously.

Waves of intense heat and heavy panting instantly broke the silence of the room.

Cong Nanshan, pale and drenched in sweat, crawled out of the pod.

Although the battle just now was a virtual duel in the mental space, in order to counter the terrifying opponent Xie Fuyao, he had exhausted almost every last bit of his mental energy.

"Hoo... hoo..." Cong Nanshan held onto the pod door. Although he had lost by half a move, his eyes flickered with excitement.

He looked around and saw Gu Changfeng and the others, who were just as disheveled, and the doubt in his Heart grew stronger.

Everyone was panting, everyone was exhausted. So the question was... who was it? Who had the luck to match against that arrogant brat, Jiang You?

"Old Gu!" Cong Nanshan looked at Gu Changfeng, who was wiping sweat not far away, and asked loudly: "Was it you? Did you take that brat down?"

Gu Changfeng's face darkened. He slammed his sword onto the ground and cursed angrily: "Take him down, my ass! I ran into that mad dog Lu Xingye!"

"He started screaming about some Black Flame Dragon as soon as he came up, chasing me and hacking away like he was on drugs! This guy just kept getting fiercer, and he actually managed to score a point off me!"

Cong Nanshan was stunned. He turned to look at a senior who had awakened a wood-type Supernatural Ability on the other side: "Was it you?"

That wood-type senior was on the verge of tears: "Don't even ask! I matched against that assassin from Class B! I got my throat slit in ten minutes!"

After asking everyone, everyone was confused. They looked at each other, and the doubt in their eyes gradually turned into horror.

"That's not right... So many of us hit the match button at the same time, covering almost the entire Pool 1. How could no one have matched against him?"

"Could it be..." Cong Nanshan's Heart skipped a beat, and a very ominous premonition surged into his mind.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the area where Class F was located. Not only him, but Xie Fuyao, Gu Changfeng, and all the experts who had just been through a fierce battle and were currently drained of their old strength and yet to recover new strength, all turned their heads in unison.

The next second, the entire Seed Pool No. 1 lounge fell into a deathly silence.

There, in the sofa area not far away, was Jiang You—the one they hated to the bone and had sworn to teach a lesson. He was currently sitting with his legs crossed, holding a cup of steaming black tea.

On the coffee table in front of him, there were several empty cake plates.

Seeing the man-eating glares projected by the crowd, Jiang You put down his teacup, elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, and even let out a burp: "Burp!!"

"Yo? Seniors, are you all done fighting?"

Jiang You wore a bright and sincere smile, just like someone welcoming hardworking workers coming home from a shift: "Good work, good work."

"How was the battle? I see everyone doesn't look too good. Did you not perform well?"

"I thought Senior Cong's 'Tiger Pissing' move from just now was quite handsome, but it was a pity it got washed away by Senior Xie's water in the end."