In truth, of course Lin Yi could do it.
Because this wasn’t a skill that required charging, but literally over 37,000 Fireball Techniques.
What ordinary mage could control such a terrifying number of Fireballs at the same time, without firing them, just letting them orbit around?
Since he could restrain from firing them, naturally canceling the skill was no challenge.
Lin Yi just didn’t want to.
He didn’t want to expose the fact that his control over fire elements was so extraordinary.
Even though the referee had already announced Lin Yi’s victory, he didn’t step down from the arena.
Because the host Ah Liang was approaching with a few photographers.
"Congratulations, contestant Lin Yi!"
"Your performance entering the knockout rounds is dramatically different from the group stage!"
"Today, you exhibited an incredibly terrifying dominance, and you’re just one win away from unlocking the ability to actively challenge mid-tier contestants."
"We’d like to conduct a brief post-match interview with you, is that okay?"
Lin Yi neither agreed nor refused.
Seeing that Lin Yi didn’t reject, Ah Liang immediately said, "Contestant Lin Yi, our biggest question is, why didn’t you show your real strength during the group stage?"
Lin Yi was prepared for this question.
"A strong person always imposes various restrictions and challenges on themselves."
"Otherwise, the competition would be too dull."
This statement from Lin Yi instantly drew applause from countless spectators!
Ah Liang realized: "So, you’re creating a challenge for yourself?"
"According to our tournament rules this year, aside from prohibiting skills and equipment, high-tier contestants also get a mysterious home-field advantage when battling you!"
"Aren’t you afraid of losing?"
Lin Yi hadn’t read the rulebook, so he didn’t know that high-tier contestants had this added advantage besides having a ban.
But within this tournament system, you couldn’t say it’s unfair.
After all, the grouping matches are designed to differentiate contestants, heightening the conflict of the tournament.
If you fall to the lower tier, naturally, you can only choose to endure it.
"Oh, then I look forward to it."
Lin Yi’s response remained arrogant!
Ah Liang felt a shiver down his spine.
This guy is quite the character in interviews; it seems today’s interview should wrap up here, ending with one last question.
"Lastly, having won today’s two matches, do you have anything to say to the other contestants?"
Lin Yi didn’t answer this question head-on.
Instead, he turned his gaze to the other Curry Country team members outside the arena line, pacing anxiously like ants in a hot pot.
Those people were speaking in a language Lin Yi couldn’t understand as they looked at the perpetually tormented Baric on the arena, who still hadn’t escaped his plight.
Seeing Lin Yi glance their way, the few of them glared back at Lin Yi, eyes practically shooting fire!
"Is there not a single one of you who can fight?"
Lin Yi suddenly spoke.
This made the Curry Country practitioners pause.
What did that Da Xia person say?
The Curry Country team members grew even angrier; although they didn’t understand, that Da Xia person definitely didn’t say anything good.
Just when they were scratching their heads, intending to find a translator.
They realized there was no need for a translator.
Because on the arena, Lin Yi raised his right hand, thumb pointing to the sky.
Then, he twisted his wrist, thumb pointing down!
The words were incomprehensible, but this gesture had no language barrier!
The next moment, a hundred thousand spectators gasped in unison!
On the big screen, Lin Yi’s actions were recorded completely.
Standing behind him was Baric, still twitching on the arena, and Lin Yi made a gesture second only to the internationally known unfriendly gesture.
Arrogant!
So arrogant!
This truly disregarded the entire Curry Country team!
"It seems our contestant Lin Yi isn’t very friendly!"
"Hahaha, just joking, he must be joking..."
Ah Liang awkwardly tried to cover up.
Lin Yi shook his head, "Don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t specifically targeting the Curry Country team."
Ah Liang felt slightly relieved hearing this.
Luckily, it seemed this kid had some discretion and wasn’t going to overdo it completely.
Making sure the Curry Country team didn’t completely lose face.
But the next words Lin Yi said left him utterly speechless.
"I meant all other teams here are trash as well."
In the rest area.
Zhao Enquan was dumbfounded.
Wasn’t this way too arrogant!
"Hahaha, that’s our captain for you..."
Guo Yinglong laughed.
"The captain is too fierce!"
"If I were this strong, I’d be even more arrogant than him!"
Guan Xingwu’s eyes nearly sparkled.
Ding Yue, sitting there silently, was full of envy.
His personality was one that sought superiority, and Lin Yi’s bold taunting move was something he wished to do but dared not.
"Alright, alright, contestant Lin Yi."
"Please go rest..."
Ah Liang was a bit flustered.
He regretted it.
Lin Yi shrugged and stepped down from the arena.
He felt a bit regretful.
Lin Yi wasn’t someone who was recklessly arrogant.
His remarks earlier were merely hoping someone would continue to challenge him.
Another win, and he’d be able to actively challenge others without being so passive.
But unfortunately, he didn’t get what he wanted.
During the interview, nearly 40,000 Fireball Techniques finally struck.
Baric was charred all over, almost turned into charcoal.
The Curry Country team members gathered around, along with medical staff, to rush over and rescue him.
...
More than ten minutes later.
In the Curry Country hospital room.
On the hospital bed lay both Baric and Di Rang.
The two brothers were lying together neatly.
Both were now critically injured, on the verge of death.
Just keeping them alive was a terrifying expense.
Not to mention continuing the fight.
They were essentially eliminated.
The subsequent team events were also out of reach, meaning their Curry Country team had two members fewer from the start compared to other national teams!
"I’m so angry!!!"
"So arrogant! So outrageous!!"
"Is there no one who can handle him??"
"Our two young talents from Curry Country, how could they be beaten like this!"
"Useless, useless!"
"Is there no one who can handle him?"
"Huh???"
A short, plump middle-aged man burst into a raging tirade against the other eight people.
The Curry Country captain immediately spoke up, "Minister Lakuri!"
"We weren’t well-prepared and underestimated him!"
"Starting the day after tomorrow, I’ll be able to join from the high-tier group, and I guarantee I’ll take him down!"
Lakuri’s gaze was chilling.
His eyes swept over the eight people.
The incident today had already reached the high ranks of Curry Country.
They were naturally furious about this affront to the country’s face.
The most important thing now was to regain their standing.
"Captain, there’s no need for you to step in. This afternoon, I can make sure he can’t continue fighting either!"
Suddenly the last of the eight, a small person, raised their hand.