Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant-Chapter 551 - 357 Legendary Among Legendaries_2

Li Xuan hid in the projection booth, simply aiming to slip away quietly while the interview was underway and the audience distracted.

Ji Xinghuo certainly wasn’t about to let him have his way.

Suddenly.

The live camera shifted to the opposite side, and after a few seconds, Li Xuan finally emerged from the projection booth. His face was pale as if he had been injured, but with countless eyes upon him, he could no longer just slip away, no matter how thick-skinned.

The host had no choice but to say, "Please, Li Xuan, come this way."

Li Xuan flew over from the opposite platform as a beam of sword light and when he landed and revealed his true form, his complexion had already regained its flush, and he looked unperturbed.

"Sorry," Li Xuan hastened to explain, "I felt a bit unwell, so I took a rest, conveniently giving Mr. Ji the chance to enjoy his moment of victory alone."

"Then you’re quite alright," Ji Xinghuo said earnestly.

"Hahaha..."

The audience couldn’t help but chuckle, and a burst of laughter erupted in the venue.

Li Xuan’s actions were transparent to the discerning, yet he still stubbornly concocted excuses for himself. Everyone had been holding back, not wanting to call him out, when Ji Xinghuo came up and threw a mocking remark.

The host beside them pursed her lips, ultimately managing to hold back.

Only Li Xuan kept a straight face.

But the more he didn’t want to lose face, the more awkward his expression seemed, and anyone could tell how miserable he felt inside.

Eventually, the host managed to regain composure and said in all seriousness, "We must congratulate Mr. Ji for winning tonight’s duel. Mr. Ji, how are you feeling now?"

"I feel great,"

Ji Xinghuo looked casual, "No one likes to fail, and besides, winning brings money. I have to thank Li Xuan for his generosity."

Li Xuan managed to force a strained smile onto his face.

His heart was already bleeding. 150 billion Ya Yuan, of which only about 60 billion was cash saved over many years. The remaining 90 billion had partly been mortgaged loans from banks, and partly borrowed from friends.

He had thought it was a sure win and that the loans were just formalities that he could repay quickly. The situation had been urgent at the time, so he had offered high interest rates.

Now that he had lost, he had almost drained all the assets he had accumulated over the years.

And it still wasn’t enough.

It would take at least five to six years of hard work to repay the deficit.

But what he found harder to accept than the financial loss was the defeat itself, especially to a Mutant who was not a Heavenly King, which nearly destroyed his reputation.

The fame and influence he had built over many years were lost overnight.

Yet, he couldn’t show it.

A person might fall, but never the poise.

Li Xuan knew he had to show a demeanor befitting of someone who could accept defeat gracefully, without losing composure in public, for that was the only way he might rise again.

He must not only maintain composure but also praise his opponent, to appear magnanimous.

At that moment, the host asked another question, "Mr. Ji, you are the first Mutant in Earth’s history to defeat a Heavenly King beyond your own level. Congratulations on making history. I believe the audience in front of the screen is very curious about how you managed to evolve from an ordinary person to a Legendary figure with such formidable strength in just three years?"

"Hard work plus talent," Ji Xinghuo simply replied.

Of course, he couldn’t say it was because he had an advantage.

"Many people work very hard and are also very talented," the host pressed on somewhat tactlessly, "Why is it that only you have achieved this? I believe there must be other reasons."

Ji Xinghuo glanced at the host.

The host was brought in by Li Xuan, who, despite not daring to speak out of turn on stage, was still instinctively setting a trap for his guest with his years of media experience.

The host’s heart skipped a beat.

Ji Xinghuo asked coolly, "Why should I tell you?"

"Please don’t misinterpret my words, Mr. Ji; I spoke out of turn," the host recalled the terrifying power Ji Xinghuo wielded in the Spirit Realm World and couldn’t help but shudder, so she quickly admitted her error on the spot and then changed the subject, "Mr. Ji, could you share your feelings about tonight’s battle?"

"Not bad," Ji Xinghuo looked towards Li Xuan, "Li Xuan is very strong, worthy of being a Heavenly King."

He paused, then added, "But I am stronger."

He said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world, barely acknowledging the Heavenly King. If such a claim had been made earlier, it might have been met with jeers, but now the audience was thoroughly convinced.

Three battles, three different ways of defeating a Heavenly King.

Ji Xinghuo had proven everything.

He casually commented, "Li Jianxia’s evolution pace and talent are there for all of us to see, but he has one weakness — he hasn’t experienced a real life-and-death trial. He lacks combat experience against opponents of the same level, and he doesn’t have the courage to fight desperately."

These words were basically a step away from outright saying Li Xuan’s strength was inflated. Li Xuan’s face shifted between shades, his patience quickly reaching its limit.

However, the next thing Ji Xinghuo said immediately calmed him down.

"At first, when Li Jianxia challenged me, I preferred a real-world fight over the Spirit Realm World, as it better showcases a Mutant’s strength," Ji Xinghuo stated, looking at Li Xuan with a smile on his face.

"I’m really looking forward to the day when I can cross hands with Li Jianxia in reality."

Li Xuan’s heart skipped a beat, thinking back to the despair of dying three times, and he had already begun to consider withdrawing. However, he put on a serious face, "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Ji. I’ll definitely seek your guidance again."

His words sounded nice, but internally, he was breathing a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he had chosen the Spirit Realm World; otherwise, he might not have been killed but would still have been half-dead by now!

"With Li Jianxia’s strength, he will certainly advance further," the host praised in a timely manner, "We will definitely be able to witness Li Jianxia and Mr. Ji’s rematch, and it will be in the real world."

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Li Xuan was infuriated. These words were practically like roasting him on a fire, but he couldn’t refute the host without showing fear.

"Heh heh..."

Ji Xinghuo could clearly see Li Xuan was putting on an act and let out a laugh that didn’t bother to hide his scorn.

The audience at the scene could also tell.

Listening to the mocking laughter around him, each laugh piercing his ears, Li Xuan wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He regretted immensely—why had he been so brainless to ride on Ji Xinghuo’s popularity, leaving himself not only at a financial loss but also the butt of the joke.

He was grinding his teeth in secret resentment yet dared not show even a hint of it to Ji Xinghuo or even think about revenge.

From now on, all he wanted was to stay as far away from Ji Xinghuo as possible—the further, the better.

Hopefully, he would never have to see him again in this lifetime.

The host asked a few more questions, to which Ji Xinghuo gave brief answers before concluding the interview, leaving the audience still hungry for more.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the host announced to the camera, "Tonight’s performance and duel have come to a successful conclusion..."

At this point, the star contestants who had participated in the competition came onto the stage for the curtain call.

However, most of them gravitated toward Li Xuan.

They were brought in by Li Xuan and had a better and closer relationship with him. Even though Li Xuan had lost, he was still an unattainable Heavenly King in their eyes. They also wanted to establish a relationship with Ji Xinghuo, but with Li Xuan present, they couldn’t openly show it.

After the curtain call, the live stream was cut, and the audience began to leave.

Li Xuan was about to fly away.

"Li Xuan."

Ji Xinghuo called out to him loudly, directly asking in front of all the stars and celebrities on stage, "When will you transfer the 150 billion?"

Li Xuan’s whole body stiffened, and his face turned unsightly.

Even though the live broadcast had ended, there were so many socially prominent people watching. Many depended on his benevolence, and now Ji Xinghuo’s public demand for payment made it difficult for him to save face—it was extremely embarrassing.

"I will fulfill the contract," Li Xuan said rigidly, "You don’t need to rush me."

"Transfer the money now," Ji Xinghuo insisted, not wanting to let him go.

If Li Xuan left now, and in case he went back on his word, leading to hiring a team of lawyers and dragging the matter to court, there was no telling how long the dispute would last.

"I always keep my word," Li Xuan affirmed, glaring at Ji Xinghuo, "The money I owe, I won’t short you a cent."

Ji Xinghuo wasn’t buying any of it and reached out his hand, "Stop the nonsense, transfer the money!"

"You..."

Li Xuan was fuming with rage.

But he had already developed a psychological shadow over Ji Xinghuo; he couldn’t beat him nor run away, and with so many onlookers, he didn’t have the courage to go down fighting.

Under the scrutiny of everyone present, Li Xuan had no choice but to begin the process, taking a few minutes to transfer the 150 billion to Ji Xinghuo’s account, right then and there.

Ji Xinghuo received the bank notification.

After confirming the money was in his account, he nodded in satisfaction, "The earnings from tonight’s performance need to be settled within three days, or else don’t blame me for live streaming a debt collection at your door."

"Understood."

Li Xuan said resentfully and flew away without looking back.