One match after another.
Not a single human Transcendent achieved victory.
This left the mood of the several hundred thousand spectators quite dampened.
But the ninth match finally started.
Since both competitors were human, "on the surface," it guaranteed a human victory, right?
Thus, the audience spontaneously embraced the spirit of Q, cheering enthusiastically.
"Go for it!"
"Thump thump thump—"
"Go for it!"
"Thump thump thump…"
Having been suppressed for too long, the people just wanted a fellow countryman to advance.
As for which compatriot it was, they didn't care.
"Are you injured?" In midair, the beautiful examiner noticed something odd about the "crotch-holding Transcendent" and asked.
"No," the crotch-holding Transcendent replied, his face pale. "It's just a minor injury, not... not worth mentioning."
"Don't force yourself."
"I know."
