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"It’s the fourth one!"

When Sydney ran after girl into the underground square, he heard everyone cheer, "Fourth one! Fourth consecutive win!"

"Go Eastern Ye!" Excited girls jumped around, waving their hands in the crowd. The people in the front row yelled, "Don’t stop! Keep going! It’s time for the fifth!"

The girl stopped at the entrance. Not knowing what was happening, she looked around and saw the youth with white hair just like hers.

Standing in the center of the snake ring, the youth stood quietly, panting and fatigued. There was a hole in his jacket, and one could vaguely see burn marks. A part of his arm had been burned too. He writhed in pain. Four overlapping Flow runes on the back of his neck had turned crimson red. They were swollen slightly, as if blood were about to seep out. It was like an ugly scar.