C37 The Shameless Lin Luo's Tactic Was to Ridicule His Opponent

The final solo battle concluded amid a chorus of gasps from the audience.

Next up was the pivotal doubles match.

So far, the Dawn Society had clinched two solo battles, earning them two points.

If they could secure a victory in this doubles match, they would rack up four points in total.

Even if they opted out of the final team battle, they could still walk away with a draw.

For the underdog Dawn Society, this was the best possible outcome.

Of course, the Dawn Society could choose to fight in the team battle, but with Su Xiaoyu in the infirmary and Elsa having left the arena, they were down two members.

Facing a three-on-five scenario in a team battle, it was clear to anyone that the Dawn Society stood little chance of winning.

Especially since they couldn't penetrate Harry Barry's defenses.

In that case, conceding defeat might be their best option.

Securing a draw against the top club of the academy would give the Dawn Society bragging rights for an entire semester.

Then, with all eyes on them, Alvíss and Abel from the Thorns entered the arena in succession.

Abel, as a Marksman, paired with Alvíss's protection, was a textbook example of a doubles team.

It was a strategy known for its winning potential, with the heavy armor tasked with fending off opponents and creating ample space for the Marksman to deal damage.

The Dawn Society's contenders were limited to Lin Luo and Bale.

Bale's face beamed with a radiant smile, as if enveloping everyone in the warmth of a spring day.

Drawing his Rune Longsword, he stepped forward to face the Thorns duo and bowed, "Please, enlighten me with your combat prowess in the upcoming match!"

His aristocratic poise instantly triggered a wave of shrieks from the female fans.

"My Prince Charming, he's so graceful!"

"Bale, you're still the most dashing, win or lose."

"Bale, I love you, like a mouse loves rice."

Lin Luo presented a stark contrast.

He stood at the center of the arena, unarmed.

Besides that, he sported a tobacco pipe between his lips and his arms were folded across his chest, exuding the aura of a mob boss.

This prompted an immediate buzz among the spectators.

"Only a War Net superstar would dare to enter the battlefield without a weapon. What's Lin Luo's angle?"

"Bro, I'd do the same. Last time I went into the War Net unarmed, I got pummeled pretty bad."

"That's Lin Luo mocking them! Did you miss the Deputy President of Thorns' super dark expression?"

"I feel for Boss Ritian, like, three seconds' worth of pity. The guy just got easily taken down by a rookie, and now he's the butt of the joke from some nobody."

"He's got the nerve to pose as a mob boss? Fellas, let's corner him in the woods after school and give him a piece of our mind."

Lin Luo, amidst a barrage of drink bottles flying at him, casually remarked, "Bale, these projectiles are all yours."

"Got it, President." Bale cracked a slight smile.

With a flourish of his Rune Longsword, a dense web of blades materialized, slicing every last bottle to bits.

At the center of the storm, Lin Luo was the picture of calm.

Exhaling a ring of smoke, he instructed, "After you've taken care of these projectiles, swiftly deal with those two nobodies across the way. Let's not waste time."

The audience in the stands squirmed with discomfort, barely holding back their curses.

What were they hearing?

Lin Luo, who had set the academy's record low for Spiritual Energy growth, was calling Abel and Alvíss of the Thorns useless.

The audacity.

"He's beyond shameless. It turns out the most shameless are the mightiest. Today, I've truly seen what shameless looks like."

"How can he be so utterly shameless?"

"Lin Luo, you disgrace, stay away from my Bale. Beat it."

"Shameless?"

A cold sneer curled within Lin Luo's mind. "These fools, all they do is talk trash. It's strategy, get it? Haven't they noticed how those two have gone completely pale? I bet their morale's shot, and they're about to crumble before us."