No need for self-introductions. As opponents, we all more or less know each other's basic info already," Huang Tianze said with a smile.

And that really wasn't just politeness.

As the only Sixth Grade Realm contestant in this competition, having refined the Earth Chart's 32nd-ranked Six-armed Celestial Demon, Zhan Tianyu's strength and talent are both top-tier. For Lin Feng to go up against him and even threaten him publicly—fan or not, you gotta admit, that's impressive.

You simply can't not be convinced.

This "not convinced, then just fight" attitude really pulls in the fans.

At the same time, Lin Feng's title as "ruthless guy" and "madman" is even more solid now.

After a bit of small talk, the Demon Star Team left—it felt like they only showed up to get their faces recognized, not for anything else.

"Brother Feng, did you see the way Zhang Kaiyi was looking at you and Yun Kai? Like he wanted to kill you,"

Little Sister Dong stared at Zhang Kaiyi's back, leaned over, and whispered softly.

"Kill what? He's just not happy,"

Lin Feng pushed her bowl-cut head away and chuckled.

We have no beef, where's this "killing intent" coming from?

It's just, at the same age, Yun Kai and I are in the starting lineup, and Zhang Kaiyi is only a substitute. Will he even play? Not feeling good about it is normal.

"Brother Feng, that Zhang Ling keeps staring at you."

Little Sister Dong reminded again.

Lin Feng turned to look in the direction she pointed. Zhang Ling's eyes were complicated—anger, regret...

But she didn't come over to start trouble.

The event wasn't long, about an hour. Lin Feng and crew stuffed themselves, lounged on the sofa, and played with their phones.

"Alright, tidy up. The press conference is about to start."

As the lights dimmed, Bu Zheng, standing aside, reminded everyone.

Tonight's banquet wasn't the main event—the real highlight is the press conference coming up.

"The press conference is about to begin. Could all teams please come onto the stage."

A male host at the venue said, smiling, with a headset mic at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Feng stood, walking toward the stage with the other teams.

At the same time, the cameras fired up. Major online and TV platforms started their live broadcasts.

Meanwhile, reporters outside the hotel started random interviews with the crowd of fans who wouldn't leave.

"Hey, viewers, the preliminary press conference is about to begin! Fans are gathering at the hotel doors. Let's see if I can get them to answer a few questions."

"I'm cheering for Yun Kai. Who can be as domineering as my Emperor Kai? Emperor Kai, I love you! I want to have your babies..."

"Why is Ye Qiu a substitute? Lin Feng gets to be in the main lineup, but Ye Qiu doesn't? I don't accept this—neither do Ye Qiu's ten million fans!"

"Zhan Tianyu so cocky, my ass. Number one? In front of Lin Feng, he still gets smacked. All that strength for nothing, and he doesn't even dare fart back."

"I suspect Zhan Tianyu just wants revenge for Yang Ningbing. Remember, Yang Ningbing got kicked out of the team by Lin Feng. That's what the fuss is really about."

"Of course Great Wall University will take the championship. Demon Star second, Red Cloud third, isn't that how it's always been? Red Cloud just talks big. The old record says it all—if trash talk worked, why would we even need a fight?"

"I think Red Cloud Team is shaky this time. Lin Feng, Yun Kai, and Yu Qiao are strong enough, sure, but then they've got two deadweights. That Yue Mingming isn't even a Demon Spirit Master! They might not even make top three this year, you'll see."

"Don't forget Huang Tianze. He's super strong too. Are you guys underestimating him?"

"Zhang Yiming is absolutely going to surprise you all—just wait and see."

As reporters kept asking, the press conference was already blowing up in popularity.

Especially the Lin Feng versus Zhan Tianyu beef—everyone's eyes were glued to it.

The crowd interviews only lasted five minutes before the cameras switched back to the main press conference.

"The College Glory Battle, ever since...."

The opening host went through the usual routine: introducing the origins of the Glory Battle and what it means to the Human Race.

"Now, let's welcome our thirteen teams to the stage."

Amid the cheers, each team came up one by one, lining up on stage.

The party invitees were all politicians, business tycoons, and martial arts elites—real big shots. No fan chants, just polite applause.

When the intros ended, all the teams sat down for the reporters' Q&A.

"I'd like to ask Lin Feng and Zhan Tianyu—what started your recent conflict?"

The first question came from a middle-aged man, a chubby journalist at least 200 pounds.

The drama was the real focus—no one cared much about anything else.

Lin Feng and Zhan Tianyu both kept silent; neither answered.

The fat reporter wouldn't let it go. "Was it over Yang Ningbing or Ya Ge? Zhan Tianyu, who are you fighting for?"

The reporters weren't just fishing for gossip—they were stirring up drama, too.

Seeing this, Zhan Tianyu had to clarify: "It was just a simple conflict, not about anyone in particular."

But that didn't satisfy the reporter—he pressed on: "Why didn't you respond to Lin Feng's challenge? Are you afraid?"

Clearly, he was trying to sow discord.

Zhan Tianyu's face grew serious as he replied solemnly:

"It's not out of fear. With my strength, fear isn't even a factor. I just don't see the point."

"In the Otherworld, we face constant threat from the Alien Race. Everyone needs to stick together, fight the real enemy. If we turn on each other, there's no point to this Glory Battle at all—it goes against everything the Glory Battle stands for."

This answer made the reporter finally nod, and he switched his focus to Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, do you have any response to what Zhan Tianyu just said?"

Lin Feng's expression stayed calm, but inside he sneered.

Zhan Tianyu's answer was clever—not really addressing the root of the conflict, and shifting the topic to infighting. If Lin Feng wasn't careful, people would think he was just ruthless and selfish.

Next to Lin Feng, Coach Huang frowned a little, clearly aware of the trap in Zhan Tianyu's words.

It wasn't a question Lin Feng could dodge, so he shot back coldly: "He got in my face, spouting shit—just disgusting."

The same tough attitude made every reporter's eyes glint—all while Zhan Tianyu's face turned ugly, but he barely managed to hold it together.

At the same time, Lin Feng continued, "I just said if you're not convinced, we can fight in the prelims. Who's talking about infighting? Does every fight have to be life or death? Or is it you who wants it that way? If you think fighting in the Otherworld is too dangerous, how about we throw down right now—loser goes home. What do you say?"

Saying this, Lin Feng looked right at Zhan Tianyu.

The scene went silent, then exploded in a loud uproar.

All the reporters glanced at each other, shock written in their eyes.

Way too badass!

And this is live on air!

Challenges and trash talk at a prelim press conference aren't rare—reporters are always prodding for conflict—but an outright challenge before the prelims? That's a first.

It was over the top. Truly electrifying.

The viewers watching the stream were floored—everyone's blood was boiling.

At that very moment, who knows how many people screamed at the top of their lungs.

Who knows how many instantly converted to fans.

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