Among the crowd on the Guardian's side, a dissatisfied snort was heard.
Obviously, these two will get quite the beating when they return.
All three matches were fought rapidly, even though they were friendship battles, everyone fought as fiercely as possible. Anyway, the referee is responsible if anyone accidentally dies—not me.
The fourth match started immediately.
The person who came out from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect was still formidable; Dongfang Sansan glanced back only once, playing with a light yellow piece of wood in his palm.
Yan Nan appeared to be indifferent to the Marquis-level battles, yet was subtly paying attention.
In contrast, Dongfang Sansan seemed to be paying close attention but was actually indifferent.
On the surface, their expressions seemed similar, but upon closer inspection, the two were in stark contrast.
The next seven battles passed, with the Guardians winning three and losing four; the fights were fierce and exciting.
