He Even Beat His Own People When He Was Berserk!

The tournament venue.

The sixth round.

Everyone was not expecting any surprises.

If it was in line with their expectations, they would see Chang Liang's light burst and Lu Ming's full moon.

However, when the team for the sixth round stepped onto the arena, the judges almost suffered an emotional breakdown. This was because everyone opposite Lu Ming had put on glasses…

Those that were anti-blue light, anti-radiation, and anti-glare.

"Will that do?"

Lu Ming was between laughter and tears.

"They're fine," Liu Yuan said sullenly. "They are players after all and only dare to wear this kind of progressive addition lenses to feign myopia. The audience are the ones who are too much."

Lu Ming was speechless.

A distance away.

The audience.

Countless of them were wearing sunglasses, looking solemn and grave. It was as if they were attending a grand and gloomy memorial service…

That scene was pretty scary.