The hoarse voice of the commentator with a sore throat from shouting with excitement at the top of his lungs for the past hour hyping up the bets and announcing shifts in odds, was enthusiastically making a long speech about how this was the moment of truth, monumental scene, and so on and so forth, but this all went over the Lament Scripture Sect Elder's head as he stared at Wu Long, grim faced and utterly humiliated by the fact there was now real doubt about this fight's outcome.
"This is it, youngster… no rules, no guides, no crowd to hide behind, just you and me", he spoke using Spiritual Qi to cut through the noise and direct his words toward Wu Long.
This didn't prompt any response from Wu Long, and with the mask on, it was up to the Elder to interpret his intentions, which, for an already angry man with a grudge, often led to assuming things that further fuelled their anger.
In this case, the Elder felt like this youngster was still mocking him,
