"Alright everyone, the victors of the first round, please gather at the main platform now!"
The competition ended quickly, and at this moment, the host, Lord Wuxiang, shouted, after which the victors of this match, a total of fifty-six people, gathered at the central platform.
After they left, the people they defeated remained, lying all over the ground: the wounded Jianghu people clutching their wounds, crying in pain.
The White Deer Army did not care about them, and there were no corresponding support personnel from the Jianghu side, so a group of people there continued to cry out in pain, the screams incessant.
Some with lighter injuries, who could still move, or those with brothers, supported each other to stand up, but many were too severely wounded, unable to care for themselves, lying there entirely, awaiting fate's decision.
Seeing these screaming fellows, Master Kudu, sitting on the podium, felt deep compassion, at this moment chanting a Buddha title: "Amitabha Buddha!"
