Happy times are always so fleeting.
In the blink of an eye, the second day arrived, and the second challenge match arrived as scheduled.
The Dragon Arena was still packed with people, but the highs and lows amongst all the students were varied.
For instance, the freshmen were extremely excited, some even putting up banners to cheer for Zi Liyuan.
The sophomores, on the other hand, were like bereaved concubines, struck not only mentally but also physically.
It could be said that what Zi Liyuan had done had essentially ground the entire sophomore class and faculty into the dust, stripping them of their dignity.
The juniors and seniors had stern, even ugly expressions on their faces, tinged with intense worry.
The pressure that Zi Liyuan imposed was indeed immense.
Yesterday, when the Spectral Dragon Corps had not made an appearance, the battle between Lord Zi and someone surnamed Wu seemed evenly matched, with no clear difference in strength.
