My whole family is involved in diplomacy, so you dare to flex your muscles?

Gu Yun's casual remark was like a final judgment, announcing the end of this farce.

None of the elite representatives on the stage dared to meet his gaze at that moment.

They were like a group of defeated roosters, heads bowed, having folded all their magnificent feathers, revealing their pathetic and wretched true forms.

Their pride, the arrogance of the nation they represented, were trampled underfoot and crushed to pieces by Gu Yun at this moment.

Professor Hamilton, supported by staff, left the judging panel in a daze.

He knew he could never wash away the shame he had suffered today.

He not only lost the debate, but also all the dignity that a scholar and an elder should possess.

The studio was completely silent.

Everyone was still reeling from the epic one-against-twenty "massacre" they had just witnessed, and had not yet come to their senses.

They witnessed firsthand how a man, with his wisdom, his courage, and his language, turned the entire discourse system of the Western world upside down.

The host, Mark, stood blankly in the corner of the stage, clutching the card with the program written on it tightly in his hand, but he couldn't read a single word.

What should he say?

Are you going to announce the results of the fifth round?

Does this even need to be announced?

Does this even need a vote?

This is an insult to the victors.

Just then, he heard the voice of the director, Frank, which was already hoarse beyond recognition, coming through his earphones.

"Mark... let... let Gu Yun... say a few words... to summarize..."

Frank knew that only Gu Yun could break the suffocating silence.

This stage now belongs entirely to him.

Mark was jolted awake, as if he had been granted a pardon.

He took a deep breath and used all his strength to make his voice sound less trembling.

"Mr. Gu...Mr. Gu Yun, before the fifth round ends, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

All eyes were once again focused on the sole victor.

Gu Yun picked up the microphone and looked around.

His gaze swept over his dejected opponents, over the empty judges' seats, over the audience members with their complex expressions, and finally seemed to penetrate the camera lens, meeting the eyes of the audience all over the world.

The coldness and sharpness on his face gradually faded.

"I've already said everything I wanted to say."

His voice was no longer as aggressive as before, but had become gentle and powerful, like a spring breeze.

"We talked a lot today."

"We talked about history, war, culture, and human rights."

"My opponents are excellent; they showed me their understanding of the world from various angles."

"But their understanding is tinged with a deep-seated arrogance and prejudice."

"They are used to using their own standards to measure the whole world."

"They are used to teaching the world in the manner of a 'master teacher'."

"They are used to making rules and then making everyone follow them, while they themselves can be above the rules."

"In their view, this is order, this is civilization."

Gu Yun shook her head slightly as she finished speaking.

But they forgot.

"Times change."

"The era when you could do whatever you wanted to a country with just a few warships and cannons is long gone."

"The era when you could distort the truth and wantonly smear a country with just a few media outlets and a few reporters is gone forever."

"The era when you could stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at other countries with just a few empty slogans and hypocritical topics is gone forever!"

Gu Yun's voice grew more and more firm and powerful.

"Everything I do on this stage today is not for showing off, much less for attacking anyone."

"I just wanted to tell you, and the whole world, through this!"

He took a step forward and stood in the very center of the stage.

"Please learn to communicate with us Chinese in a new way."

"Learn to have equal dialogue."

"Learn to have respectful dialogues."

"Learn to communicate with facts, not prejudice."

"You want to define us with your own rules."

"But today I want to tell you..."

Gu Yun's gaze became incredibly deep, as if it contained the stars and the sea.

"On this stage, I am the rule!"

"On the future world stage, China will also be one of the rule-makers!"

"Because we have the capability, and more importantly, the right!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room was silent for three seconds.

Then thunderous applause and cheers erupted from every corner of the studio!

Countless people stood up and applauded vigorously, their faces beaming with excitement, awe, and pride!

This is no longer a victory in a debate.

This is a declaration of civilization!

It is the most powerful voice that an ancient people, after experiencing a century of ups and downs, is sending to the world!

We're back!

We will stand on equal footing with you!

Even surpass you!

Amidst the thunderous applause, Scott, Pierre, and the others felt so small and powerless.

They knew that they were facing more than just a young man named Gu Yun.

They were facing a great civilization that was rising again.

They are merely insignificant footnotes to this great era.

"Any more questions?" Gu Yun asked calmly, looking at the group of opponents who had completely lost their souls.

No one answered.

"If not, I'm a little tired." Gu Yun shrugged. "Mr. Mark, may we announce the results now?"

At that moment, he was like a superstar who had played the entire game and racked up incredible stats, casually saying to the referee:

"The game is over, go wash up and go to bed."

Can we announce the results with Gu Yun's nonchalant remark?

Like a command, it instantly revived the host Mark, who had been out of commission.

Mark jolted awake, as if from a dream.

He looked at the man in the center of the stage, whose powerful aura was suffocating, and then at the group of dejected representatives from various countries behind him, who looked like wilted eggplants. A feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside him.

Is this really a debate competition?

This is clearly a public execution!

Announce the results?

Does this even need to be announced?

vote?

Does this even need a vote?

If we can lose at this, then this world is just too unreal.

He composed himself and looked towards the backstage control room for help.

Through the earphones came the voice of director Frank, which was completely hoarse, yet carried a hint of relief and extreme excitement.

"Vote...vote! Follow the process! Hurry!!"

Frank had completely given up resistance.

He has now completely immersed himself in the role of "President of Gu Yun's Fan Club".

He now only wanted Gu Yun's victory to come even more fiercely and thoroughly!