Glory!
The large word flashed across the screen.
No matter the process, the match would progress toward only one conclusion: victory and defeat.
In this round, victory belonged to Demeter's Qiao Yifan. Thunderous applause instantly rose up within Xiaoshan Stadium.
Filled with regret, Song Qiying walked out of the competitor booth. The stadium full of applause wasn't for him, but he didn't lower his head. The opponent had played excellently, but he hadn't had any embarrassing moments himself.
Perhaps, from the beginning, his thinking hadn't been meticulous enough.
Even as Song Qiying walked offstage, he was already reviewing his own performance. Again and again, his mind replayed the scene of the ceiling collapsing and River Sunset losing his chance.
If it had been the vice-captain, he definitely wouldn't have overlooked this point. Song Qiying looked at one particular person sitting in Tyranny's player area.
