However, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and that arc seemed to hide endless meaning.
There was a barely perceptible glimpse of fighting spirit and madness in his eyes, like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface of a lake; although not obvious, it contained enormous energy.
"No problem, I will do my best next time."
Akashi said firmly, his voice was not loud, but it revealed a power that could not be ignored.
As he said this, he raised his head and looked at the people from Donghuang Taoist Temple opposite him with a sharp gaze.
To be precise, he should be looking at the silver moon in the rest area of Donghuang Taoist Temple.
There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, but there seemed to be an invisible force spreading in the air.
At this moment, Akashi happened to meet Yin Yue's eyes.
The two looked at each other from a distance. At that moment, time seemed to stand still and everything around them became blurry. Only their eyes met with each other in this noisy arena.
However, their gazes seemed extremely calm, without the slightest hint of momentum leaking out, nor the usual fierce fighting spirit that comes from mutual respect.
Their eyes are like a deep lake, seemingly calm, but it is hard to tell what is hidden at the bottom of the lake.
However, all this happened in silence, and no one noticed this unusual scene that seemed calm yet full of tension.
Soon, the two of them withdrew their gazes as if they had telepathy, as if the momentary encounter just now was just an inadvertent episode and nothing had happened.
They quickly adjusted their state and began to wait wholeheartedly for the start of the last game. They looked so focused as if everything around them had nothing to do with them and the only thing in their minds was the upcoming fierce confrontation.
Time seemed to slow down particularly in this tense atmosphere, and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.
However, it passes by quietly every second without people noticing.
As time went by, the hearts of the audience became more and more tense. They either held the cheering props tightly in their hands, or stared at the stadium intently, their eyes full of anticipation and nervousness. The whole stadium was filled with a suffocating feeling of depression, as if a storm was about to come.
beep……
A whistle so sharp that it might pierce the eardrums suddenly sounded like thunder, instantly breaking the oppressive silence.
Under the ardent and expectant gazes of all the spectators, the referee finally blew the whistle to start the fourth quarter.
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