"The first match: Yan Xiaobao versus Shangguan Tianyou!" Apparently due to Yan Xiaobao's comical actions, Ouyang Jie's voice no longer held the cold ruthlessness it had before; in fact, he seemed to sigh.
Shangguan Tianyou raised his head, watching how he was surpassed by Bai Xiaochun in the rankings, his eyes filled with intense brilliance. As he stepped onto the arena floor, a breeze lifted his hair, making him appear more handsome than usual, like a treasured sword that made the eyes of countless disciples sparkle.
Of course, none of the South Shore disciples dared to cheer. After all, Yan Xiaobao was also from the South Shore, and he had many tricks. They were worried that if they cheered for the opponent, he would remember and hold a grudge against them. Therefore, they had no choice but to bite their tongues.
