The North Bank… is too strong!”
At the same time, the North Bank had once again managed an overwhelming victory.
“As said before, you lot can only win the first round and will lose all the following rounds!”
“The South Bank? They are but a joke, bound to forever remain underneath us, the North Bank!”
“Thirty years ago, there was one person from the South Bank who managed to enter the top ten. Today… not a single one of you will be able to!” Voices from the North Bank spread all around. The South Bank disciples wanted to retort, but not one of them could say a word from the extreme humiliation.
“Sixth round. Those holding the beads numbered eleven and twelve, come to the arena!” Ouyang Jie’s voice suddenly rang out after Gongsun Yun took his leave.
Bai Xiaochun took a deep breath and lifted his head, the eleventh bead in his hand.