Chapter 718: Social Club (8)
The judges gathered and began discussing among themselves. The panel consisted of four officials each from both Great Xia and Jiepeng.
In most martial arts duels, determining the winner and loser was usually clear cut and objective. Unlike literary competitions, where subjective judgment could influence the results, combat was usually decided by obvious factors, leaving little room for dispute. However, the unexpected double knockout in this match complicated matters.
After deliberation, the judges ultimately declared the match a draw. Neither side was satisfied with the ruling. The leader of the Jiepeng exchange delegation immediately protested, arguing in favor of declaring Yoshida Maya the winner.
“I object! Yoshida-kun is still conscious. Given a few minutes, his superpowers would allow him to recover. If this were a real battle, he would have been able to stand up and finish off Zhao Guoqiang, who is in a coma. Yoshida-kun should be the rightful winner.”
“That’s right! The Great Xia team is despicable and is taking advantage of loopholes. Just because this event is held in your country doesn’t mean you can do as you please! Once the news spreads, your reputation will be in ruins...”
Several other members of the Jiepeng delegation also stormed onto the scene, loudly voicing their protest. The situation quickly turned chaotic. Spectators in the stands turned toward the main podium, their expressions filled with confusion and anticipation.
Meanwhile, the unconscious Zhao Guoqiang had already been carried into the waiting room and rushed into an emergency operating room. The medical team, who was long prepared for such incidents, immediately began resuscitation efforts.
Ignoring the objections of a young nurse, Li Xiaofei forcibly entered the operating room. The others observed this development with varied expressions.
Daoist Master Sanjue scoffed and said indifferently, “He’s not even a doctor. What does he think he’s doing by barging into the operating room? Getting in the way?”
Qi Honglei frowned but remained silent. The young master kept his eyes fixed on the broadcast screen. A trace of killing intent flickered in his eyes as he watched the Jiepeng representatives loudly protesting at the scene.
Daoist Master Sanjue sneered again. “At least Jiepeng’s leader knows how to step up and put pressure on the judges. And yet, our own team leader... heh, hides away the moment things go south. Hiding in the operating room, of all places. How amusing.”
“You better watch your words!” An angry voice suddenly rang out from the side.