Snowy's First Match, Poor Li Rui
"The winner for this round is disciple Xian Bu Yu!"
Hearing the winning declaration by Elder Nong, the indifferent expression on Xian Bu Yu's face didn't change much, as if it was a matter-of-course.
While he stepped down from the arena with a snigger, Xian Bu Yu sent a taunting gaze at Snowy. Unfortunately, it was met with calm eyes, like everything he did was nothing out of the ordinary.
Xian Bu Yu snorted in anger, clearly displeased by Snowy's lack of reaction. He felt like throwing a punch at the air, as Snowy didn't think of him seriously.
As he came back to the side of the arena, Li Rui, whose vitality had nearly recovered, came over to Xian Bu Yu's side like a loyal dog.
"Thank you for your guidance, Young Master. Your comprehension of the Jiang River Flowing to the East was truly extraordinary. I've found my understanding deepened due to that one strike. "