Now the crowd whispered seriously among themselves.
"He is going to break Cattaleya's record."
"He is unstoppable."
"He is not even tired."
"Who will stand against him?"
But then something happened no one expected.
A clear voice rang from the audience.
"Master!"
Lin Mu paused.
It was Meng Bai.
Meng Bai shouted again, waving from the stands, "Dongxu Ning's match starts in an hour. We should go watch."
For a moment there was absolute silence.
The crowd whispered in shock.
"He is leaving?"
"Is he insane?"
"His streak will be over if he does this."
But Lin Mu simply nodded.
"Alright. Let us go."
He turned and walked off the stage without hesitation.
The referee blinked.
The audience stared blankly.
The Martial Fist King sect elders exchanged looks that ranged from confusion to terror.
Lin Mu did not care.
He could always start another streak later.
What mattered to him more was watching his student's friend's match.
To him, loyalty held more weight than numbers.
