Ji Xinghuo exited the Spirit Realm World and was immediately greeted by the thunderous cheers outside the soundproof booth; tens of thousands of spectators in the venue were shouting in unison, with applause as warm as the tide.
The host and commentators were also very excited.
"Ji Xinghuo won the second match, and he’s just one battle away from the ultimate victory!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we shall witness history."
"No one questions Ji Xinghuo’s strength now, even though he is only a Legendary Mutant, he definitely possesses the strength of a Heavenly King Level. These two battles are enough to secure him a spot on the Heavenly King list, placing him among the top 50 strongest in the world!"
"I’m still immersed in the battle that just took place, those last few strikes from Ji Xinghuo were simply spectacular..."
"Losing the first round can be understood as probing, not being familiar with the opponent."
"But losing the second round would really be dangerous."
Not just the spectators and host on-site, but billions of viewers around the world were sharing their insights with people around them.
Or expressing their emotions through online comments.
Meanwhile, the betting odds for Ji Xinghuo overseas had plummeted drastically.
And the odds for Li Xuan were surging.
Several statistical websites provided real-time updates with the newest predictions, completely reversing the two’s chances of winning, with Ji Xinghuo’s odds reaching 99%!
Media headlines were one more eye-catching than the next.
The whole world seemed to be celebrating, all except one person who was hurt, and that was Li Xuan.
Ji Xinghuo looked towards the opposite platform, where Li Xuan had just climbed out of the projection capsule, seemingly calm, but the fear and shock were hard to conceal in his eyes. He even forgot to maintain his own image, not daring to face the cameras, he flew straight back to his private box.
The audience witnessed this scene, and one of the commentators couldn’t help saying, "It’s tough for Li the Swordsman."
The host, after all, had been invited by Li Xuan and tried to say a few good words to save him some face, "Victory and defeat are common in life. No one could have anticipated that Ji Xinghuo was so powerful; we shouldn’t be too harsh on Li the Swordsman."
"Li the Swordsman is now on the edge of a cliff, with only one last chance left," another commentator said seriously.
"Makes it hard to achieve a comeback from two down to three."
"He still has a glimmer of hope; perhaps a miracle will happen," said the host in a light-hearted tone, "Let’s wait and see."
At that moment, the screen was playing back the live broadcast, and they began the post-game analysis.
Ji Xinghuo also returned to his private box.
As soon as he stepped in, he smiled at Zhao Manying, "Just one more match to go."
"Your strength has increased too much since you became a Legend, even I am somewhat unable to comprehend it," said Zhao Manying, happily.
His family was overjoyed.
Wang Yinlong looked at Ji Xinghuo and sighed, "Our previous talk of a sparring match seems unnecessary now."
"Why do you say that?" Ji Xinghuo asked, puzzled.
"Based on what I know about ADC, after you finish the third round, you will parachute to the top of the Legend list, pushing me to second," Wang Yinlong admitted, shaking his head helplessly, "I wholeheartedly admit defeat to you as the number one, acknowledging that I can’t beat you."
Ji Xinghuo didn’t care, "If you still want to fight, I’m always ready."
An Yitian and his sister An Zhisu also had many emotions.
"My own ranking on the Legend list isn’t very high to begin with; doesn’t that mean I will drop another place?" Su Ziyou scratched his chin gloomily; he had always taken his ranking seriously and frequently challenged those above him.
Ji Xinghuo laughed, "There’s not much difference between 133rd and 134th."
"Ah, that’s also true..." Su Ziyou sighed.
Zhao Manying, looking towards the opposite box, her incredibly beautiful face showing a hint of schadenfreude, "Li Xuan wouldn’t be thinking of conceding, would he?"
Everyone turned to look.
Li Xuan was sitting in the private box, his team members and friends standing a few steps away from him, not one of them daring to speak to him. Li Xuan himself had an even uglier look on his face, eyes half-closed, motionless, as if pondering something.
Su Ziyou laughed, "If I were Li Xuan, I bet I’d be thinking of dying right now, hahaha..."
Zhao Manying spoke in a subdued voice, "It was him who wanted to ride on Xinghuo’s coattails, use Xinghuo as a stepping stone for his show, and now his plans have capsized in the gutter; he brought this upon himself."
She had been disgusted by Li Xuan back when she first became famous.
She thought she had moved past that, only for him to come bothering her boyfriend, making her opinion of Li Xuan even worse, leaving nothing but loathing.
Now that Ji Xinghuo had made him pay a heavy price, Zhao Manying felt very satisfied.
"A King losing to a Legend, much embarrassing," muttered Chi Zhonglin, shaking his head.
"Is losing to me that embarrassing?" Ji Xinghuo smiled, "This duel, now his stain, will be his honor in the future."
Everyone in the private box was taken aback, then understood the meaning of his words.
Chi Zhonglin looked envious, "Damn, you’ve taken all the coolness for yourself, I’m jealous of you!"
The others were left speechless.
On the large screen, the second round of the fight was being replayed, those final seconds slowed down many times, yet the spectators were still astounded, unable to fathom how Ji Xinghuo had achieved it?
Especially how after each Thunder Cut, he would turn around to strike again without slowing down, as if inertia didn’t exist, defying the laws of physics.
The majority of ordinary people couldn’t understand it.
But in the eyes of a few Legendary and Heavenly King Level beings, they saw some clues and combined with the details of Ji Xinghuo’s participation in the Global Marathon earlier, they guessed some hints.
Wang Yinlong wanted to say something but hesitated.
An Yitian and his sister An Zhisu were also staring at Ji Xinghuo, wanting to ask but feeling hesitant to do so.
"You don’t need to guess," Ji Xinghuo knew that sooner or later everyone would guess, so he just said, "This is the effect of the Ability ’Acceleration’."
He didn’t elaborate on the specifics of the Ability Acceleration.
"Acceleration!" Wang Yinlong’s eyes sparkled, "By the name, it should be a conceptual Ability, what level is it?"