The entire venue fell silent, everyone's gaze fixed on the old man. The Dao Debate Platform had revealed his own will—something he had never heard of before.
In everyone's mind, the Dao Debate Platform was like a tool for exams, never communicating with others. Today's events were too strange and astonishing. How could Long Chen summon the spirit of the Divine Dao Platform?
When Long Chen translated the divine tablet, only this old man was the most shocked, even showing a trace of anxiety in his eyes. Long Chen felt a bit puzzled at the time, but did not suspect anything.
But when the old man pointed to the immortal script on the divine stele and translated it smoothly like flowing clouds and water, Long Chen immediately noticed something.
Just now, when Long Chen was demoted, he could sense the angry will of the Forum platform. He didn't know that the forum does not communicate with the outside world. Only after seeing everyone's shocked expressions did he understand what was going on.
Sweat appeared on the old man's forehead, his eyes filled with panic, but he forced himself to stay calm and said, "
The evil dragon of the Fire Domain has tore through the void with its sharp teeth and claws."
"Hahaha..."
Long Chen suddenly laughed up at the sky: "Just as I thought, you don't even recognize the second-generation Immortal Script, not even the third-generation Immortal Script."
The sentence you translated has only seven characters in total. If translated separately, it should be the eyes of an evil dragon, like a curse from hell. Only when combined with the following sentence can it be translated into what you just said.
You don't understand translation at all; you just memorized the translation beforehand. If you had translated honestly before, I wouldn't have noticed.
But you insist on showing off by pointing at the inscription. Although I can't recognize the entire inscription, I recognize all three generations of immortal scripts. The direction of your finger and the speed of your translation don't match at all—it doesn't match at all. As
soon as Long Chen finished speaking, the entire venue erupted in uproar. Not only the powerful figures watching from the audience, but even the mentors on the debate platform glared angrily at the old man. However, due to the old man's status, they dared not say anything.
"Nonsense, I... I misread it; I translated both sentences together. The old man was both shocked and angry, but insisted forcefully.
"Idiot, you really are guilty. Take a good look again—the words the senior from the Divine Dao Platform showed you—are those lines I mentioned?" Long Chen said disdainfully.
People stared in shock at the void, carefully comparing the divine stele, and found that it was not the third section, the fifth sentence. However, the Jiuli Immortal Script was too intricate and difficult to discern; without careful comparison, it was impossible to tell the difference.
But in comparison, people quickly noticed the surprise—the two are not the same thing.
"Fool, you don't understand translation at all. When I say the third or fifth sentence, you just follow your recitation and divide the lines by paragraph, trying to gamble on luck to see if you can match them.
But you don't even look at the immortal scripts in the air. No, even if you look, it's useless. You don't even recognize them. Silly bird, are you convinced this time? Long Chen sneered, then suddenly said loudly:
"Everyone, did you see that?" The so-called Jiuzhou Conference is a huge joke—some people act as contestants themselves, then judge themselves, treating the heroes of the world like fools.
The Dao Discussion Conference openly cheats, blatantly treating others like idiots, manipulating behind the scenes, and giving everyone's money directly to those who pre-dedicate it. I really don't know if the Jiuzhou Conference is going to give everyone an explanation. As
soon as Long Chen spoke, countless people were furious. Although they disliked him, the Jiuzhou Conference was openly cheating like this, which was an insult to everyone.
"This matter will definitely be investigated by Silvermoon City and justice for everyone. Please ...," the elder presiding over the debate urgently said.
"Pfft"
But before he could finish, the debate platform trembled, and the elder sitting atop the Divine Dao Pillar exploded in an instant, turning to dust.
"This ..."
Everyone was stunned. The old man had actually been killed by the Dao Discussion Platform, and in that instant, the entire hall was left unsettled for a long time.
"Senior Lun Dao executed the cheater, but that doesn't mean it's over. I've heard that the Martial Arts Tournament is just as dark. On the surface, it's a draw for matches, but in reality, it's all behind-the-scenes manipulation. Anyone who threatens is kept out of the top hundred, and you won't get any rewards."
Everyone within the top 100 is one of their own. A bunch of pigs are dividing up the fruits of Jiuzhou's labor. Hmph, the Jiuzhou Conference is rotten to the bone. Friends, forget it, just go home and get some sleep. Don't be fools for others. After Long Chen finished speaking, he actually stood up.
"The Kyushu Conference must give us a reasonable explanation."
"Silvermoon City, you have betrayed our trust. You have gone too far."
"Master Long San, I'm rooting for you this time. What trash conference? Trampling our dreams underfoot—I'll go."
Long Chen's words caused another sensation. After all, ninety-nine percent of the forces here were victims. In the past, they thought their own strength was weak and inferior to others, so they had to accept the defeat when they gambled.
Only a very small number of forces always profit from every conference. As for the dark secrets of the Jiuzhou Conference, which benefits them, they naturally won't reveal it.
Some factions, knowing there was a dark secret, dared not speak the truth and had to grit their teeth and come.
But the higher-ups knew, while the disciples didn't. They came here with dreams, hoping to become famous overnight and receive rewards they never dared to dream of, only to discover something shady and treat them like dogs. Who could stand that? For a moment, the whole place erupted, even more chaotic than when he had scolded Long Chen before.
"Quiet, quiet, we will definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer about this, I promise."
The elder presiding over the meeting appeared, standing in the void and shouting loudly to everyone. Clearly, he was anxious too; he had never seen such a scene before. This matter had escalated too much.
"Confess?" How should I explain it? Kill a few insignificant scapegoats, then tell everyone the culprits are dealt with, then come forward to apologize, play a ruse, and give everyone some trivial compensation.
After gaining everyone's forgiveness, he could go back to the meeting to discuss what method he would use next time to cheat and continue fooling everyone. Long Chen sneered.
The old man's face darkened as he looked coldly at Long Chen. Long Chen glanced sideways at him: "What's wrong? Are you trying to scare me?" I, Long San-ye, was born fearless of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth, my second brother, my eldest boss, don't play wheels with me. I've seen plenty of people like you.
Shamelessly, you know, the tricks you play—Third Master, I stopped playing them years ago. Long Sanye's neck can be broken, but he will never bow his head. Seeing
Long Chen clash with the elderly host, quite a few people cheered for him, even supporting him and siding with him. At this moment, they no longer felt he was arrogant.
"So what do you want?"
The old man said coldly, the murderous intent in his eyes leaking out, clearly hating this troublemaker to the core.