"This is goddamn absurd..."
Yi grumbled to himself, as his consciousness left his body.
[Spectate]/[Leave]
Yi glanced at the live broadcast room, wanting to see the opinions of the viewers.
But these damn fans were all laughingly saying "hahaha," barely discussing about anything else.
After a little hesitation, he decided to keep spectating until the end of the match.
With only the players from Daxia remaining, the tension in the air noticeably eased.
The strong smell of gunpowder had significantly decreased. Plus, with an unspoken agreement to vote Yi out, there was a sense of complicity among the remaining contestants.
So now, the level of competition had decreased quite a bit. The thing Qi Ye was most concerned about, mutual regional discrimination escalating into actual conflict, never happened.
It could probably be because no one had their hometown's name plastered on their face.