Chapter 1690
‘Issue a public warning to the other Zhinora fighters. If anyone else causes trouble, they’ll all be disqualified! Remind all contestants that when they compete abroad, they’re not just representing themselves. They’re representing their country’s entire martial arts community! They represent their whole nation! They better not do anything to disgrace their country!’ The subordinate nodded immediately. ‘Understood. I’ll go make the announcement.’ The subordinate took the microphone and went on stage. He first told everyone to calm down, and just as he was about to relay Shekao’s message, Evan spoke up. ‘There’s still an injured person here. Get a doctor to treat him first!’ The male bodyguard next to Evan acted as his translator. The man with the microphone frowned, and with an impatient wave, he had the medical team carry #6 off the stage. Then he began to publicly announce Shekao’s decision. The bodyguard stood next to Evan, providing a real-time translation. When Evan heard he was being disqualified, he clenched his fists, ready to argue. The bodyguard held him back. ‘Let him finish.’ After the man on stage finished speaking, the Koryonian, Nipponoran, and Thyanian fighters all applauded, very pleased with the outcome. The Zhinoran fighters were furious. How could they be so unfair?! They wanted to protest, but before they could even open their mouths, the man on stage emphasized again, ‘Everyone is here to compete, not to fight. I hope we can all get along peacefully. Be gracious. Don’t throw a tantrum just because you lost. You’ll make a fool of yourself! There’s an old Zhinoran proverb: To the victor go the spoils. Since you lost, don’t expect people to praise you and respect you! If you’re really that mad about it, then try harder and win! If you don’t have the skill to win, then keep a low profile and don’t embarrass yourself!’ After he said this, he deliberately looked at the Zhinoran fighters in the audience, all but calling them out by name. The implication was that the Zhinoran fighters were sore losers, causing trouble only because they’d lost. The Zhinoran fighters gritted their teeth in anger. They were so mad they didn’t even know how to respond. The man on stage continued, ‘Alright, the competition will now resume. Number 3 will take a break. Number 7 and Number 8 will face off next, followed by Number 10.’ Number 9, Evan, had been completely kicked out of the lineup. Seeing the man turn to walk off stage, Evan, his face dark, called out, ‘Hold it!’ The man stopped and narrowed his eyes at Evan, a look of contempt on his face. ‘If you have a problem, solve it privately. Don’t waste everyone’s time and disrupt the schedule!’ Evan clenched his little fists, his teeth grinding. ‘If you don’t clear this up in front of everyone today, this tournament of yours won’t be happening at all!’ The man frowned. ‘Looking for trouble?!’ He then looked at the bodyguard next to Evan. ‘Are you his guardian? If so, get him out of here, now! Our Thyanian hosts have been preparing for this tournament for three months. It involves martial arts fans from all over the world. We will not tolerate anyone causing trouble, even if it’s just a little kid!’ The Koryonian, Nipponoran, and Thyanian fighters started jeering again. ‘Are the Zhinorans trying to be funny? They’re all too scared to step up, so they send a little kid out to cause chaos!’ ‘They must have forgotten that in martial arts, there’s no age or gender. Even if it’s a little kid, you don’t have to hold back!’ ‘The Zhinoran fighters are always claiming to be so graceful. What a joke! Even their kids are sore losers. How embarrassing!’ Someone even shouted, ‘Stop wasting time talking to him! Just cripple him and throw him off the stage! Teach them a lesson! Make an example of him p>