376: Chapter 376 Something's not right! Does this mean we have to replay the match?

President Xia Yun looked around at everyone in the conference room and said, enunciating each word:

"It is not that the radar cannot scan him, nor is it that our eyes cannot see him."

"Rather, it is his Supernatural Ability that has forcibly blocked everyone's 'cognition'!"

"Even if he were standing right next to you watching you type on your keyboard, your Brain would subconsciously classify him as 'air' or 'background decoration,' thereby completely ignoring his existence."

This explanation from President Xia Yun caused everyone present to gasp.

Cognitive shielding!

This is no longer simple invisibility; this is erasing a person's sense of existence from a conceptual level!

In a brutal competition format like the Survival Melee, someone with this kind of ability is simply an unsolvable bug!

If others can't even remember that you exist, how can they eliminate you?

Even if Old Li did not trust his own eyes, President Xia Yun's words and the on-site surveillance footage already served as ironclad proof, confirming that Mo Wu was indeed the last person to be teleported out of the secret realm.

Principal Pang Ban comforted Mo Wu, then turned to look at President Xia Yun, his smile fading slightly.

Although he had won, he was well aware of the implications.

After all, Kuangsha Academy had been declared the "temporary" champion in front of 100,000 people. Now that the authorities were going to forcefully transfer this title to Magic City Martial Arts University, the pressure of public opinion they would face would definitely not be small.

"Old Xia..." Principal Pang Ban sighed, just about to say a few soft words to give his old friend a way out.

"Look at how this has turned out; how about we..."

"Hahahaha!" Unexpectedly to everyone, President Xia Yun suddenly threw his head back and laughed. His laughter was hearty and clear, sweeping away all the gloom from a moment ago.

He walked up to Principal Pang Ban and gave his old friend a heavy thump on the chest, his eyes filled with admiration:

"Old Pang, oh Old Pang, your Magic City Martial Arts University really is full of hidden talents this year; you have taught the Great Xia Martial Arts World a lesson!"

"First, there was Jiang You, who calculated everything and commanded the center, and now there is Mo Wu, with this cognitive shielding, surviving until the very end."

President Xia Yun shook his head and exclaimed: "In this final match, no matter how convoluted the process, the result is that you won! Not just Kuangsha Academy, even we old folks are convinced of our defeat!"

"Since we didn't notice this child's existence, it's naturally even more impossible for the other contestants to have noticed."

"You won this round beautifully and impeccably!"

Principal Pang Ban felt his old face flush at President Xia Yun's frank words, and a bit of embarrassment arose in his heart.

"Old Xia, that's true. But what about the Kuangsha Academy side, and the team instructors from the other prestigious schools? If they start making a scene..."

"You don't need to worry about the opinions of the other academies."

President Xia Yun put away his smile, his entire body exuding the domineering aura that belonged to the supreme helmsman of the Imperial Capital Martial Arts Academy:

"The Organizing Committee will personally step forward to communicate. We will not shortchange them a single bit of the resource compensation that is due."

He turned to look out the window of the control room, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the night sky to see the turbulent future of the Great Xia Martial Arts World.

"Old Pang, just go back and enjoy the victory and glory that should have been yours all along!"

President Xia Yun turned back and gave Principal Pang Ban and Mo Wu a heroic smile:

"Don't be afraid of offending people, and don't be afraid of standing out."

"The martial arts world is only so exciting because of freaks like you who don't play by the rules!"

...

The next morning.

The rising morning sun shone upon the magnificent National Martial Arts Competition Center plaza.

Early this morning, the representative teams from the major universities gathered here once again.

However, unlike the tense, ready-for-battle atmosphere of yesterday, where they were prepared to go all out in the secret realm.

Today, the thousands of contestants and team instructors in the plaza were not carrying any weapons, and they had all changed into clean and neat casual clothes.

Everyone was craning their necks in anticipation, their gazes frequently directed toward the high platform at the front of the plaza that symbolized official authority.

Because today, the Organizing Committee would formally announce the ruling for the final winner of the "Second Round Melee"!

In the crowd, various whispers rose and fell, and an undercurrent called "hoping for a miracle" was surging wildly.

"Hey, what do you think? The Organizing Committee held meetings all night; what kind of result will they come up with?"

"Does that even need thinking? They must declare the results void! What was that yesterday? The Faceless Man went in and went on a killing spree, robbing us of all our storage rings. This competition is completely unfair!"

"Exactly! That unlucky guy from Kuangsha Academy just happened to be the last one in line to pay the toll; why should he be counted as the winner?"

"In my opinion, not only should this second round be voided, but even the 'sleeping champion' from Magic City Martial Arts University in the first round should be overturned! Everyone should just start over!"

"Right! Start the fight over! That is the only fair way!"

The vast majority of the teams that were eliminated early were all harboring the same scheme in their hearts.

As long as the authorities couldn't withstand the pressure and announced a redo, it would be equivalent to them getting a free chance at resurrection!

This was a life-or-death matter concerning the slots for the [Dragon Fall Abyss], and no one wanted to be a cowardly spectator just like that.

Just as the atmosphere in the plaza was becoming increasingly heated, and everyone was still fantasizing about a rematch to turn things around.

At the entrance of the plaza, a somewhat heavy sound of footsteps approached.

Everyone turned to look, only to see the Kuangsha Academy representative team, led by their team instructor, slowly walking into the venue.

However, what felt very suspicious was this:

This team, which was still arrogant and haughty last night because they had "temporarily won the championship," looking down on everyone, was today hanging their heads, like frost-bitten eggplants.

The team members' eyes were bloodshot, and their complexions were deathly pale, completely lacking the high spirits that a quasi-championship team should have.

The principal of Kuangsha Academy, who was walking at the very front, had an even darker old face, gloomy as if it could drip water.

As soon as he stepped into the plaza, he didn't even bother to greet acquaintances from other schools; he directly broke away from his own team and, with heavy and hurried steps, rushed into the office building where the Organizing Committee was located like a gust of wind.

"What the hell?" Seeing this scene, the onlookers in the plaza immediately lit up, their souls of gossip burning fiercely.

"Look at the Kuangsha principal's face; it's as black as the bottom of a pot!"

"Does this need guessing? The results of last night's meeting must be out; their championship has been forcibly revoked by the authorities!"

"Hahahaha! Heaven has eyes!"

"I said that a first place obtained just by waiting in line at the end could never convince the crowd! The Organizing Committee must have been unable to withstand the joint pressure from the major universities and compromised!"

"Great! Since Kuangsha's championship has been stripped, a rematch is definitely a done deal!"

"Brothers, our chance has come!"