Luo Yun cupped his fists at Li Hu below the stage and then made no other move.
Sun Yong nodded at him, a flash of approval in his eyes.
Li Haitao snorted softly. Losing the first match was a little embarrassing, but he didn't really care. All that mattered was who had the last laugh.
Li Mengchao looked at Li Hu, who was on the ground, a cold glint in his eyes.
Luo Yun did not step down from the stage.
According to the rules of the match, the victor had to remain on the stage until defeated by a challenger. The side with the last person standing on the stage would be the winner of the entire competition.
He stood silently in the center of the Black Stone Platform, slowly calming his surging Inner Strength.
Li Hu was helped to his feet by his fellow family disciples. He retreated to the side, his face filled with shame.
Li Mengchao's brow furrowed slightly as he gave a pointed look to a tall, thin young man on the other side.
