Bab 432: Chapter 428 Secret Meeting, Round 3 of the Competition!_1
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Luo Yu didn't bask in the audience's cheers on stage, but took Shui Yue'er and the six girls down.
Back to enjoy the comfortable massage of Bi Bidong's soft small hands on his shoulders and neck.
And the leg massages from the A'yin Sisters.
Although he had stepped off the stage, the buzz in the arena was long-lasting, and exclamations were endless.
"What... What just happened?"
"What was that situation on stage?"
"It seemed like that guy didn't do anything, just said a few words, how come the seven from Thunderbolt College just knelt down so obediently?"
"Damn, could it be the legendary speaking-and-it-shall-happen, each word imbued with divine power?"
"Get lost, stop talking nonsense, we're having a proper match here, what's with this metaphysics?"
"Even if a Soul Douluo came, they wouldn't be able to do that, right? Just with a word and a look to make seven strong talents kneel down without the power to resist?"
"Could this guy possibly have the strength of a Titled Douluo?"
"Don't recklessly guess, he's so young, having the strength of a Soul King like Tang San would be extraordinary, a Titled Douluo, possible?"
"So what in the world happened?"
The audience was completely puzzled, not having seen Luo Yu make a move, so how did those seven end up kneeling?
You should know that these seven are not just any nobodies, they are all talents sent by the Top Three Sects, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family to Thunderbolt College.
Luo Yu below the stage didn't care at all about the heated discussions around him.
He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
It really was too comfortable now, Bi Bidong's massage techniques were incredibly accurate.
He could smell a whiff of milky fragrance from the tip of his nose.
Ah Yin and Lan Ling'er were each half-kneeling there, gracefully extending their hands, massaging inch by inch from the ankle joint upward, sorting out the fascia of his calves.
Already, many male audiences were secretly drooling with envy.
"Damn, so this is the pinnacle of life, huh."
"Is this the lifestyle of the upper-class elite?"
"Wah, no chance in this life, hope to be born into a good family in the next life." Some male audience members choked up as they wiped the corners of their eyes.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the audience seats.
"Hahaha!"
"I've figured out what happened."
A greasy middle-aged man with a face full of stubble suddenly stood up, his eyes shining with an intelligent light.
"What have you figured out?"
The middle-aged man shouted loudly: "I have finally understood what happened in the match just now."
Luo Yu's ears twitched slightly, and he noticed the commotion over there.
He was slightly surprised in his heart.
Was there such an expert in the audience, able to understand what he did on stage just now?
Urged by others, the middle-aged man raised the corners of his mouth in a confident smile and proclaimed spiritedly:
"There is only one truth."
"You guys still remember the first match that the Tianshui Battle Team fought, right? Xiangjiazong hadn't even started fighting and was already scared witless. Wasn't that scene also very exaggerated?"
"Everyone is watching this match, why bring up the last one?" someone said with rolled eyes.
The middle-aged man glanced at him dismissively.
"Stupid!"
"Of course, it's related."
"Since we have already concluded that the match with Xiangjiazong was rigged."
"Then why couldn't this match just now be rigged?"
Opposing voices immediately arose from the side.
"Come on, Yu Tianheng is the young head of the Blue Electric Overlord Dragon Family; he just knelt down there for a rigged match? Does he have no shame?"
The middle-aged man's gaze was profound, gazing into the distance.
"Those who have achieved great things in ancient and modern times do not stick to trivial formalities; before reaching their goals, they resort to whatever means necessary. How much is face worth."
"Both one of the Top Three Sects and one of the Lower Four Sects, Xiangjiazong, have played rigged games against this young man. I smell a conspiracy afoot."
"This guy may have a shockingly powerful background that requires others to curry favor."
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The crowd had initially not believed his words, but now they were starting to.
The middle-aged man said leisurely, "If you think my explanation doesn't hold up, feel free to find another guess to refute me."
"Could it be that you really think this youngster has the terrifying strength of a Titled Douluo despite his age?"
"If he truly had such ability, he would castrate himself and throw it up to explode in the sky today."
"Hiss—"
The audience fell into contemplation, and for a moment, they started to believe it.
Indeed, no more reasonable explanation could be found, and the only possibility seemed to be that this guy was rigging the match again.
For a time, the crowd was incensed, their gazes at Luo Yu filled with anger, feeling as if they were being played for fools.
Then they saw the middle-aged man speak again, with his nostrils flared and an air of superiority fully deployed.
"I advise you best not provoke him."
"If he's not fixing matches, then you can't afford to offend him."
"And if it's as I've speculated, that he is indeed fixing the match, then you definitely can't afford to offend him."
"Just imagine, how influential his backing must be to have two such strong teams throw their matches."
In an instant, the excited crowd, prepared to lash out at Luo Yu, hesitated in their condemnation.
The spectator stands fell silent once again.
Luo Yu, who was being discussed, had the corner of his mouth twitch almost imperceptibly.
Looking at that middle-aged man.
He really wanted to ask.
Oh great sage, is that you?
And the middle-aged man continued to speak without doubt.
"According to my deduction—"
"This guy can only be the Pope's illegitimate son, to make all the different teams cooperate like this."
"Pfft!"
In that instant, Shui Yue'er and the other girls all burst into laughter, covering their lips and stealing glances at Bi Bidong.
Bi Bidong's gaze was incredibly peculiar, her red lips under the black veil trembling.
Luo Yu also felt his forehead twitch.
How did he suddenly become someone's son?
"Husband, I want to slaughter him later," Bi Bidong huffed.
Luo Yu shook his head.
"Don't kill him. That's unnecessary."
"Just give him a good thrashing."
"Fine," Bi Bidong said with a glare.
Luo Yu looked at the smiling middle-aged man in the distance and internally offered his prayers.
Who asked you to be so wise.
Best of luck to you.
In fact, the method used by Luo Yu was quite simple.
He used the power of the Dragon God as a catalyst to try and activate the Six Great Dragon Kings' Origin Power hidden in his Dantian, creating a small Domain to suppress.
Being a Dragon-class Martial Soul, the Blue Electric Overlord Dragon Martial Soul was naturally restrained to death, without a sliver of ability to struggle.
Next up, the Shrek team also took their turn in the matches, displaying overwhelming strength and successfully advancing.
After the match, instead of returning to their team's resting area, they dashed straight to Luo Yu, all affectionate and sweet.
Looking at that pretty and cute lovable girl with long slender legs covered in stockings, the male audience's eyeballs nearly popped out, yet all they could do was hide at a distance, full of envy, looking at Luo Yu.
Secretly wondering why this guy was so lucky.
As for Tang San, he sat conspicuously in the distance, his lips curled in disdain.
Initially, he had been shocked by Luo Yu's feat of exploding seven people with one look, but after eavesdropping on the middle-aged man's analysis, he regained his composure and his confidence was restored.
After all, he knew that Luo Yu had a Titled Douluo backing him up. Making other teams throw their matches in his favor was not entirely impossible.
As for Luo Yu having the strength of a Titled Douluo?
"Pah, absolutely impossible! What makes that guy think he can," Tang San spat.
"Just wait until you meet me. You won't be so lucky then. I'll instantly smash you back to your true form."
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