372: Chapter 372 Was this also part of Jiang You's plan?

"We won..."

"We won... We actually won!!!"

Principal Pang Ban was so excited that his old face flushed red, and he kicked over the solid wood chair in front of him.

He looked up and roared with laughter, his laughter filled with the ecstasy of vindication and unbridled arrogance.

"Hahahaha! Old Zhao from Kuangsha Academy, you shameless old geezer, you still want to snatch the championship from me?!"

"Yours was kicked out by someone! But our student from Magic City Martial Arts University is still alive and well inside the secret realm!"

"The one who remained inside in the end is definitely not someone from your Kuangsha Academy! The champion of this second round is still Magic City Martial Arts University!!!"

This sudden, heaven-defying turnaround plunged everyone in Class F into a frenzy of celebration.

Who could have thought!

They had fought tooth and nail, were chased by hundreds of people across the map, and were eventually stripped clean by the Faceless Man.

Just as it seemed the second-round championship was about to be snatched away by Kuangsha Academy.

As it turned out, a substitute trump card that everyone—even the whole world—had forgotten, turned out to be the ultimate masterstroke that sealed the game!

What does this count as?

The most high-end tactics often only require the simplest invisibility!

As long as I don't exist, you can't eliminate me!

In the conference room, everyone was still immersed in the ecstasy of this shocking reversal.

However, the flush on Principal Pang Ban's old face suddenly froze, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and he slapped his thigh hard.

"No!"

The smile on Principal Pang Ban's face vanished instantly, his brows knitted into a tight knot, and his voice carried a hint of anxiety: "Forbidden Zone No. 009 has had its laws disrupted by the Faceless Man; it's not safe in there, and that stubborn kid Mo Wu might run into some danger!"

The old man grabbed the coat hanging on the back of his chair, threw it on, and strode towards the door:

"I must go to the Organizing Committee immediately. Not only must I prove that we are the champions of the final round, but I also need to bring Mo Wu out safely!"

"As long as I can prove that Mo Wu is still in the dungeon, no one will be able to take this championship from us!"

"You all stay in the hotel and don't go anywhere. Wait for my good news!"

"Bang!"

The heavy conference room door was slammed shut by Principal Pang Ban, and his hurried footsteps rapidly faded down the hallway. With the principal's departure, the heated atmosphere in the conference room settled down slightly.

Xie Fuyao turned around, his deep eyes staring straight at Jiang You, who was sitting at the table with his hands still pressed against the surface. The aura Jiang You had projected just a moment ago when he slammed the table and revealed the truth had been incredibly overwhelming.

Xie Fuyao frowned slightly and finally asked the huge question that had been hovering in everyone's minds:

"Jiang You, I have a question."

Xie Fuyao stared fixedly into his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of confusion and inquiry: "Since you knew Mo Wu hadn't been teleported out, why didn't you say so the moment the match ended?"

"Why did you drag it out until now to speak up?"

Once these words were spoken, the conference room fell into dead silence.

Senior Ji Youyou, Ye Li, Junior Zhong Wu, Xiang Batian... everyone's gaze converged on Jiang You.

That's right! If Brother Jiang had known all along that Mo Wu was still inside, he could have just shouted it out in the plaza, and wouldn't Magic City Martial Arts University have secured the championship on the spot?

Why come back for this dull tactical meeting, and even nearly think we had to play an extra match?

Meanwhile, after completing the heroic feat of "slamming the table to answer," the organs inside Jiang You's body had already disconnected and gone offline to keep their fame hidden. Jiang You's main consciousness was once again released from that chaotic little black room.

He maintained his domineering posture with both hands supporting himself on the table, his dead fish eyes blinking twice.

"Huh? What 'why'?" Jiang You was full of question marks.

I just woke up, dammit!

I don't even know what channel of conversation you guys are on!

Didn't I fall asleep during the meeting?

How did the meeting end the moment I opened my eyes?

And why are you staring at me with those eyes like you're interrogating a criminal?

Seeing Jiang You's expressionless face, which even exuded a sense of profundity that suggested "figure it out yourselves," the confusion in everyone's eyes deepened.

Just at this awkward and subtle juncture, the man most capable of overthinking, the one with a perfect self-convincing logical chain, stood up!

"Heh... you mortals, can you really not understand his earth-shattering winning move?"

Lu Xingye let out a low, cold laugh, holding the hilt of his long sword with one hand, and slowly stepped out from the shadows. His slicked-back hair, fixed with hair gel, shimmered with an air of wisdom under the lights.

Lu Xingye gave Jiang You a deep look of worship, the kind that says "it's lonely at the top," then turned to face the others, his voice passionate and stirring, as he began his own little lecture on deduction:

"Xie Fuyao, you think too simply of those old foxes in the Organizing Committee!"

"Think about it carefully. Just now in the plaza, the chaotic brawl was completely ruined by that Faceless Man, and the geniuses from every school were complaining. At that moment of public outrage, if Jiang You had stood up immediately to say that Mo Wu was still in the secret realm, what would the Organizing Committee have done?"

Everyone was stunned. Xiang Batian scratched his head: "Would they have just declared us the winners?"

"Naive!"

Lu Xingye swung the hem of his trench coat sharply, denying it decisively:

"To appease public anger and under pressure from dozens of other top universities, there is a 99% chance the authorities would have directly declared Mo Wu's survival results invalid on the grounds of 'force majeure in the match,' and forcibly ordered a rematch of the second round!"

"By then, not only would Magic City Martial Arts University not get the championship, but we would become the target of public criticism and bring trouble upon ourselves!"

Hearing this, Xie Fuyao's pupils constricted sharply, as if he had grasped some key point.

Lu Xingye sneered and continued his analysis, his tone growing increasingly fanatical:

"So! My nemesis, Jiang You, chose to remain still!"

"He intentionally hid the information, watching coldly from the sidelines as that old geezer from Kuangsha Academy jumped out to be the scapegoat! He was waiting for Kuangsha Academy to pressure the authorities!"

"Sure enough, in order to snatch that undeserved championship, Kuangsha Academy forced President Xia Yun to acknowledge the ironclad rule that 'the last one to leave the secret realm wins'!"

"They personally forced the authorities to turn this rule into an iron law, and even defined it in front of everyone!"

Lu Xingye pointed his finger and tapped the conference table hard, his eyes full of admiration:

"Only after the authorities, under pressure from Kuangsha Academy, had to acknowledge the legitimacy of the second round's championship..."

"Did Jiang You, tonight, at this moment when the dust had settled, lightly play his trump card!"

"This move is simply devastating!"

Lu Xingye took a deep breath, his voice trembling:

"He not only used the enemy's greed to secure our overall championship, and not only used the authorities' own rules to block any path for a rematch!"

"He even took the opportunity to treat those clowns from Kuangsha Academy like toilet paper, used and discarded, thoroughly disgusting them!"

"When the authorities confirm tonight that Mo Wu was indeed the last contestant to come out, the people from Kuangsha Academy will realize that their ugly behavior in the plaza today, fighting tooth and nail for the championship, was all just making wedding clothes for our Magic City Martial Arts University!"

"Borrowing strength to strike, watching the fire from across the river, and finally, a thunderous, finishing blow! Such a scheme to calculate the whole world... I, this lord, am convinced!"