Beneath the clear and bright skies, Yuan Ling Xuan coldly stood on the stage. When he had just received the news, he jolted up from the wood chaise at once as his eyes brimmed with astonishment.
The Inferior Compound's three trashes unexpectedly won? !
What the hell was the Fine Compound doing!
Did they purposefully go easy on them?
Yuan Ling Xuan couldn't stand it and furrowed his brows, after which he again sneered.
How could he have forgotten that a competition's sequence sometimes could influence a team's morale quite a bit.
For the first two rounds, the martial qi competition came last.
In other words, Hei Ze didn't even have a chance to compete. If he'd competed, the result certainly wouldn't have been the same.
Thinking this way, Yuan Ling Xuan again curled his thin lips disdainfully.
Those trash from the Inferior Compound's luck was indeed very good. Twice in a row, they benefited from the system.
