The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1186 This son is like his father
The Supreme Lord stopped the guards from acting and then loudly declared that Ban 23 was innocent.

Although it caused a huge uproar, the Supreme Emperor's reputation was there to back it up, and everyone chose to believe him for the time being.

"It seems this competition will have to be postponed for now." The Supreme Lord let out a sigh of relief. "I apologize to everyone. We will definitely come back to apologize to you once we have found out the truth."

Although the unfortunate contestant is not in mortal danger, he will definitely not be able to stand up for the next few days.

Logically speaking, the martial arts tournament shouldn't wait for this unlucky guy to recover; it should just eliminate him directly and then find a way to comfort him later.

That was also the intention of the Supreme Name. The reason he decided to postpone the competition was because he felt that the person who did this was probably one of the contestants.

After all, it was clear from the weapon selection in the morning that Ban 23 was definitely a strong contender for the championship. It was quite normal for him to have the idea of ​​playing tricks after seeing that the opponent could lift such a greatsword.

In short, it's never wrong to question the criminal and the primary beneficiary. And this strategy, which can eliminate two contestants at once, obviously benefits the remaining contestants the most.

The Supreme Lord felt that since all the contestants were suspects, there was no need to continue the competition for the time being. He suggested that the contestants be kept under surveillance for the time being before making a decision.

However, Yang Le clearly had a different opinion. He stopped the guards from acting once again, but this time he only used words and did not take any action.

“Your line of thinking does have some merit, Da Ming.” Yang Le tapped his metal head. “But you’ve overlooked an important point.”

"Oh? What is it?" Ban 23 turned on the video recorder at some point and pointed the camera at Yang Le, obviously intending to record everything. Therefore, he took the initiative to take on the role of the straight man.

"Indeed, with two fewer competitors, the most direct beneficiaries are the other contestants. But I'm wondering, assuming the murderer really was one of the contestants, how did he know he wouldn't be grouped with Xiaoban?"

Yang Le, looking confident, continued, "You should know that each contestant's opponent is randomly determined by the Supreme Name on the spot. At least, no contestant can guarantee that they will not be paired with someone from the lower class in this random process."

"Let's assume there's only one murderer. Then the probability of him being paired with everyone else present is one in eleven. Don't underestimate this number; anything is possible unless it's 100% certain."

"If you want 100% success, the simplest way is to get the host, the Supreme Name, to be your accomplice, but as you can imagine, that's impossible."

Faced with Yang Le's analysis, the Supreme Name nodded repeatedly, for what the former said was indeed something he had not considered.

"If you want to manipulate the results of random assignment, besides involving me, there is another way: to secretly control my Supreme Staff."

The Supreme Name raised the staff and displayed it to everyone, then continued, "However, this is also impossible. As the wielder of the staff, I can clearly sense everything about it, and I will definitely be able to detect any abnormalities immediately."

"In other words, the real culprit behind all this is more likely someone who has no direct connection to the competition results and is not a player."

Splinter stroked his beard.

"But that would be too broad a scope, like looking for a needle in a haystack."

“The scope isn’t that big at all.” Damian stepped forward silently. He didn’t know why, but he had thought of all the things Yang Le had mentioned before. It wasn’t just that he had simply followed the latter’s line of thought.

Damian had thought of all these ideas before Yang Le spoke them, but because the adults were talking, he couldn't find a chance to interrupt, so Yang Le spoke them first.

"I can provide you with a suspect right now." With that, Damian raised his right hand and pointed at the Supreme Ninja who had been silently standing beside the Supreme Daimyo, shocking everyone present.

"This! How is this possible?" The Supreme Lord looked at his son, who also stepped forward as if he had been insulted.

"This is an insult to me! How could I possibly frame a warrior who is participating in the competition?"

“It’s not impossible.” Damian slowly lowered his right hand. “You were the one who approached Ben and invited him to participate in the martial arts tournament hosted by your father.”

"However, because of differing opinions, you had an argument about this matter, which even escalated to the point of physical violence."

“That’s right.” Class 23 raised his hand in support. “I just said I wasn’t interested, and this guy said a bunch of sarcastic things to me. I retorted with a few sarcastic remarks, and then he drew his sword at me. He was the one who started it.”

"If it weren't for Your Excellency's timely arrival, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

That's what they say, but Damian speculates that the final outcome will be a crushing defeat for the Supreme Ninja. He's only saying this to save face for the Supreme Daimyo.

"What's the point of saying all this now?" the Supreme Ninja shouted sternly, clearly not wanting Damian to continue.

“This means you have a grudge.” Damian wasn’t afraid of the Supreme Ninja; he had a bunch of powerful backers around him.

"Now you have a motive. Don't forget, once Xiao Ban is confirmed to be the murderer, he won't just be punished by being unable to participate in the competition; he will also be locked up in jail."

"Wouldn't you, Supreme Ninja, then have a chance to take revenge?"

"Nonsense!" The Supreme Ninja drew his treasured sword, and through the gap in his mask, it was easy to see that his face was now almost the same color as the one he was wearing, indicating that he had broken through the defenses and was red-hot.

"I'll chop off your foul mouth that twists the truth!"

Just as the Supreme Ninja was about to step forward, Yang Le stood in front of Damian and shot out a green ray from his right hand, which struck the treasured sword in Damian's hand.

As the green light faded, the treasured sword in the Supreme Ninja's hand rusted and decayed at a visible speed, eventually dissipating into countless fragments in his hand when blown away by the wind.

"Next time, it won't be a knife that gets hit," Yang Le warned.

The Supreme Ninja, who was just about to unleash his fury, was now stuck in place, unable to move forward or backward. He could only stand there like a clown, filled with impotent rage.

"That's right, Damian."

Yang Le turned around and gently rubbed Damian's head. Perhaps because he had just done so, Damian did not refuse directly, but let him rub his head for a few seconds before pulling away.

Yang Le couldn't help but marvel at the power of genes; this son resembled his father.

(End of this chapter)