"Huh? That's strange. I can't reach them either." Zhao Jiao tried contacting others again, but she couldn't get through to anyone.
Zhao Huai said, "Could the signal be blocked? Is there something wrong with this virtual training ground? Why would they block the signal?"
Zhao Jiao shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe to prevent live recordings? After all, this kind of competition involves exposing the participants' Abilities... but that doesn't make sense either."
Lü Hong said, "That might be it. I'll go outside and try. I'll come back and let you know."
Zhao Huai nodded. "Okay. The awards ceremony is about to start. Hurry back."
"No problem."
Lü Hong squeezed through the cursing crowd and hurried toward the exit.
The audience was still roaring with anger, but the host remained elegant, pacing gracefully.
Facing the curses from the stands, he was completely unfazed, a smile perpetually on his face.
He said softly,
